Catelyn
Catelyn didn't know why she had decided to come to the bastard's room in the middle of the night. Catelyn, had been awake all night, tossing and turning in her bed, trying to fall asleep thing the never happened, since that night in the Godswood Catelyn had a rest emotionally; all the stress and sadness that she felt on her mind and body had disappeared for a few days.
Without a doubt that perverse act in which Catelyn fantasized that Jon was Ned, had given her a kind of rest to Catelyn's tormented soul. It had been a long time since she had slept peacefully without the nightmares of all the deaths that had occurred in her family, and much longer since she had slept with a man other than Ned.
It had been liberating to feel the manhood of a man inside her, even though she regretted it the next morning, blaming the wine. She wouldn't deny that sex had been good. Catelyn had almost forgotten what it felt like.
"Lady Catelyn!" Jon said, clearly surprised to see Catelyn standing outside of his room.
"Will you let me in or you're stay there watching me until someone sees us?" asked Catelyn.
Jon frowned and stepped aside, letting Catelyn in. She looked at Jon's room; the snow-white direwolf and blood-red eyes looked at her in detail, then the wolf let fall his big head over the floor.
Catelyn remembered that creature; when Ned and her children had returned from decapitating that deserter, they had returned with those Direwolves. And the bastard's wolf had been the smallest of them all, and now, that same wolf was bigger than an adult pony, just like Greywind. "And they will still be growing," Catelyn thought, imagining how big the wolves would be when they were adults.
"Beer?" asked Jon, Catelyn looked at him with confusion.
"Don't you have wine?" Catelyn wasn't a big fan of the taste of beer.
Jon shook his head to Catelyn's chagrin. "I'm afraid not, my Lady," Jon replied.
Catelyn took a deep breath. "Beer is fine," Catelyn said. She needed a big amount of alcohol in her body to continue with what they were about to do.
She watched how Jon poured the beer in two pitchers. Catelyn analyzed the face of the bastard and she noticed that he had obtained some scars on his face on his time in the Wall; a horrendous line crossed his eye and ends on his cheek. Catelyn had to accept that the scar it made him look more manly and handsome.
Another scar that Catelyn saw on the bastard was the one on his hand; it seemed like he had burned it. "Apparently all of us have gained some scars," Catelyn thought, flexing her hand, the pain of the blade piercing her skin came to her mind.
"Here you go, my Lady," Jon said, handing her the beer jar.
"Thank you," she replied courteously; she put the jar in her mouth and drank from the dark beer. Catelyn hadn't realized how thirsty she was until the dark liquid ran down her throat, when Catelyn finished with her drink, wiped the foam from her mouth, and placed the jar on the table.
She observed that Jon had barely drunk from his beer. What is the reason for your visit, Lady Catelyn?" asked Jon. After several minutes of silence.
"I think you know the answer very well," Catelyn replied.
The bastard took a deep breath and traced his hand over his beard. "We can't," he said. Making Catelyn frown. "What happened that night at Godswood should not have happened."
"It happened because I wanted it to happen, don't think I did this because I love you, you're just a tool for my satisfaction," Catelyn assured.
The bastard didn't say anything. "What about Robb? He's my king I can't do this to him," Jon replied.
What I do is not my son's business. I don't have to ask permission with whoever I share my bed with," Catelyn said. Catelyn turned her back to Jon, and she walked to the bed. She undid the laces of her blue dress and dropped it leaving her completely naked. She turned around to confront him, and Catelyn saw him growl at the sight of her completely naked.
"Now, you will satisfy me whether you like it or not," Catelyn ordered. "Unless you want me to get dressed and take another man to my bed to do the work you don't want."
Jon growled like a wolf and drank the beer all at once, knowing that she had won, Catelyn smiled inside. The bastard was like a hungry wolf, he gave four long steps and caught Catelyn on his arms.
He kissed her possessively and Catelyn moaned at the rough treatment. Ned had always been calm and gentle with her, like the calm wolf he was. Catelyn deleted her husband's memories and responded to Jon's kiss.
Catelyn traced her fingers on Jon's curls into his beard, the kiss deep and hungry. Catelyn closed her eyes and let herself go. The bastard explored her mouth and she knew that this was not his first time kissing a woman.
Catelyn's femininity began to heat up and she was already eager to be fucked. After several minutes of kissing each other, the bastard finished the kiss, Jon took her by the waist as if Catelyn weighed nothing. Catelyn tangled her long legs in Jon's waist, and he tilted his head to claim her lips. As they kissed, Catelyn could feel Jon's cock throbbing against her skin.
Jon took her to bed, where he placed her carefully. "Wait," he ordered in a hoarse voice the bastard, as he kissed Catelyn's neck and breasts. Jon sucked Catelyn's nipples making her moan and arch.
Catelyn let out a moan at his hoarse voice of the bastard and the sensation of being kissed all over her body, to her chagrin. Jon ended with the soft kisses and bites on her nipples and neck; she got up over her elbows and watched as the bastard began to take off his clothes. Luckily for her, Jon didn't take that long since Jon was in his sleepwear.
When he took off his pants, Catelyn gasped at Jon's manhood that was big and thick.
The bastard didn't give Catelyn time to admire his body and he grabbed her legs, making Catelyn squeal. "What do you think you do?" she demanded. Between scared and excited.
Jon didn't answer her and he just looked at her with blinding lust. Catelyn felt exposed, being naked to Jon. "So beautiful," Jon growled, grabbing one of her feet and bringing it to his lips. Catelyn watched with surprise, how Jon planted soft kisses all over her sole, kissing it slowly to her toes. Jon kissed Catelyn's toes one by one. Then, Jon took his foot and began to kiss it from the back to the ankle.
Catelyn only squealed as she felt her warm mouth against her left foot. "Just fuck me already!" Catelyn ordered. Feeling weird at being kissed in the feet.
The bastard let go, Catelyn's left foot, and he began kissing her right feet from the heel to her toes. Jon kissed Catelyn's feet like they her feet were something beautiful. "Oh, I will fuck you, my Lady," Jon assured. "But I want to enjoy this." He said, placing the sole of Catelyn's foot against his cheek. Catelyn watched how Jon let out a sigh and continued his worship on her foot up to her toes. He looked into her eyes and then opened his mouth and wrapped his mouth around her toes.
Catelyn let out a moan. "I knew you were a sick bastard!" she moaned.
"This is the true nature of the bastards, they are creatures sick with a huge sexual desire," Catelyn thought, seeing the man adore her foot. Jon continued to plant wet kisses on Catelyn's legs, and as he progressed, she moaned louder.
When Jon arrived Catelyn's knees, Jon's kisses were interspersed from one leg to the other. Catelyn's femininity was completely wet and she felt burning with excitement.
"What do you think are you are do...?" Catelyn couldn't finish her question, because Jon dove into Catelyn's femineity. She let out a scream and threw her head back, while Jon's tongue slid up and down his wet cleft.
Jon was making her feel things that Catelyn never thought could exist; all her knowledge about sex with a man was that Catelyn had to satisfy him. That her husband would hover over her and together they would make a new life. With Ned there was pleasure, love and together they found their liberation. But this... It was something totally different.
Jon continued to lick her and then he inserted two fingers inside her, causing Catelyn to roll her eyes back. It was all something new, the tongue sucking on Catelyn's clitoris, the fingers going in and out of her, and Jon's nose pressing against Catelyn's red hair pubes and breathing in the scent of her.
Jon continued licking her there harder and making her see stars. Catelyn closed her eyes and placed her hands between Jon's curls and nailed her nails into him. Catelyn came, with a great moan that took her breath away. Drops of sweat ran down over her body and Jon glided over Catelyn's body like a wolf testing his prey.
She watched how Jon licked every drop of sweat from Catelyn's body; he kissed her abdomen to the valley of her breasts, where Jon sucked from her nipples. Catelyn felt Jon's cock rubbing against her thighs and the sensation made her skin stand up.
Maybe because Jon was Ned's son made her feel so much better, the danger of someone discovering them made Catelyn excited, and the sinful just made it even much better. "Are you ready, Cat?" asked Jon, hoarsely, kissing her neck.
Catelyn sighed for the tone of his voice and for the very intimidating nickname. "Yes," she whispered, writhing under him. Jon felt like he was on fire, which made Catelyn feel breathless.
Jon claimed her lips and slipped his tongue into Catelyn's mouth, she tasted herself on his tongue, the taste and juices of her pussy flooded Catelyn's mouth making her startled. She got upset wanting to break the kiss, but Jon was much stronger than her, and with just one hand he immobilized her.
Catelyn had no more choice that to prove herself, and matter of seconds they were both devouring each other. Like the bastard he was, Jon spread her sharply by sharply by her thighs and grabbed his cock with his hand and inserted it into Catelyn's pussy.
Both moaned in each other's mouths at the sensation, his cock was hot and throbbing inside Catelyn, her walls hugged him and sucked him so that he would not leave her.
"Fuck me! Fuck me harder, like the bastard you'll always be!" she begged, kissing his neck up to his collarbone. Purple marks left a trace on Jon's neck made by her. With her nails she claimed and marked him, making him growl and bite Catelyn's neck.
"Don't leave marks on me!" She warned, but Jon didn't care.
Catelyn felt Jon suck her skin from her neck, then the passage to her chest where Jon also sucked her skin leaving ugly purple marks. Jon stood on top of her and grabbed her hips, speeding up his work.
"Is this how you like it?" asked Jon, grabbing her legs and turning them to the right so he could go more deeper on her. "
Yes" she replied, Jon's hands clenched on her thighs and a loud spanking left a mark on Catelyn's left butt making her scream. "Harder, fucking bastard, spank me harder Yes, like that, just like that!"
With each lunge Catelyn felt that she was going to cum, her moans made themselves heard on the four walls on the room, she knew that he was also close, she could feel it by how Jon squeezed Catelyn's thighs and how his cock inside her faltered and trembled.
"I'm going to cum, Cat," he warned.
"Me too, release your load inside me, let go all inside, Jon!" she demanded, knowing it wasn't a problem these days.
They both moaned as one, he spilled inside her, his cock twitched, and Catelyn's pussy throbbed, having such an intense orgasm for the first time in her life.
Neither of them said anything. Jon fell to the side of her, and only the sound that you could hear was the breathing of both and the crackle of the fire. Catelyn felt Jon's seed came out of her and slide down her thighs.
Without notice, Jon got out of bed and walked around the room naked. Catelyn saw how Jon had a good butt and she bit her lip subconsciously. "Sorry for the noise, buddy," Jon said to his wolf.
Ghost only let out a slight growl that sounded like a moan of annoyance. Jon filled the two jars of beer. Catelyn leaned against the head of the bed, and Jon handed her the jar, and Catelyn drank the beer, which tasted so good after a good fuck.
They both drank in comfortable silence, after a rest. Jon fuck Catelyn again in a rough way; he too had continued with his perversions now licking her armpits and Catelyn's feet again; then he fucked her from behind, and then he ordered her to ride him. As she left Jon's rooms, a huge smile adorned Catelyn's face.
Along with a large trail of fertile seed ran down his legs and many hickeys all over her neck, chest and thighs.
The next morning Catelyn covered last night's evidence with makeup powder coming from Lys. When she went out into the yard, everyone was ready to leave for Edmure's wedding in the Twins.
Catelyn had breakfast with her uncle and brother before leaving. "You look much better in health, Cat," his uncle Hoster said.
Catelyn smiled broadly. "I've felt so much better these past few days, Uncle," Catelyn replied, recalling the times Jon had fucked her.
Her brother Edmure took her hand and smiled. "I'm glad to see you happy, Cat, really," Edmure continued.
"Do you think Robb, has done the right thing legitimizing the bastard of your late husband, Cat?" her uncle asked, looking at Jon, who was sitting at a table away from everyone.
"I don't quite agree either, man," Catelyn replied, although Jon fucked her, she didn't have good faith in him. After all, Jon was a bastard.
"As soon as Robb has legitimized it and the former bastard has been bringing whores in his room," Edmure growls, and Catelyn felt his cheeks blush.
"From what I've heard, the bastard has been lying with a prostitute or probably a maid in the evenings. They say they've heard her screaming his name at the top of her lungs," Edmure continued.
"Edmure, we might not talk about what the bastard does with his life, the last thing I want to hear is how he has been disrespecting our home," Catelyn said.
After that they prepared to leave. Robb had bid farewell three times to his young queen. The first in Godswood, next to the heart tree, before the eyes of men and gods. The second under the rake, where Jeyne only let him leave after a long hug and an even longer kiss. And the third and last an hour away from Tumblestone, when the girl galloped on an exhausted horse to beg her young king to take her with her.
Catelyn realized that Robb was moved, but also embarrassed. It was a wet and gray day; it had begun to drizzle, and what was least needed was to stop the march, to stay out in the open, comforting a tearful girl in front of half of his army. She looked at Jon, who was riding alongside Robb.
She didn't wait for the moment to rest for him to fuck her.
While the king talked to the queen, Greywind kept circling around them, stopping only to shake off the water from his fur and show his fangs in the rain, Ghost was a different matter, the white wolf was just sitting on his hind legs next to Catelyn's horse waiting for the moment to continue the journey, He only shook off his fur from time to time. When Robb finally gave Jeyne one last kiss, he sent her back to Riverrun, escorted by a dozen men, and rode a horse again. Greywind shot out like an arrow that an archer had just thrown.
"It is evident that Queen Jeyne has a tender heart," Lothar Frey, "the Lame" told Catelyn. "It reminds me a lot of my sister. Heh, I'm sure right now Roslin is dancing for The Twins, humming. "Lady Tully, Lady Tully, Lady Roslin Tully." Before tomorrow she will have obtained tissue samples of the red and blue of Riverrun, and will put them next to her cheeks to imagine how beautiful he will be with his bride cape." He turned to the chair to give a smile to Edmure. "On the other hand, you are very quiet, Lord Tully. How do you feel?"
Catelyn was very uncomfortable by the man's talk, apparently to emphasize that Robb had not kept his promise. Also, because Ghost didn't like the Frey's.
"Pretty much like the Stone Mill just before the battle horns sounded," Edmure replied, joking only halfway. Lothar laughed heartily.
"Jon's wolf, he doesn't seem to leave my side" she thought, watching how the huge direwolf was riding alongside Catelyn. The wolf doesn't seem to care about anything. Catelyn had tried to get the creature away from her, but nothing seemed indicate that the huge beast would leave her side, not even the call of its owner.
"Let us pray that your marriage will have an equally successful ending, my lord." Lothar said.
"The gods protect us if not" thought Catelyn; she spurred her horse to leave her brother alone with Lothar "the Lame."
Between her and Jon they had made Robb come to his senses to leave Jeyne in Riverrun. Robb had opposed that, wanting his wife to be by his side at all times. Her son had said that Lord Walder could interpret the absence of the queen at the wedding as another affront. Catelyn had to give reason to her son. but taking her would also represent another problem. And that was that Jeyne's presence would have been another kind of insult, like rubbing salt on the old man's wound of how Robb had broken the deal.
Catelyn had made her son see that Lord Walder was a man with a sharp tongue and too much memory, that at all times the old man would be insulting Jeyne probably calling her a slut or insinuating how Jeyne slipped into Robb's bed.
"We don't doubt your strength, Robb we know you'd endure Lord Walder's reproaches in order to maintain the alliance, but we are both too much like father, for you to sit by while Lord Walder insults Jeyne to her face," Jon had said, when Robb had been determined to take Jeyne.
Robb hadn't denied that she and Jon had been right.
"But in spite of everything, he holds a grudge against us," thought Catelyn, exhausted. "Robb already misses Jeyne, and in a way, he blames us for her absence, even though he knows I gave him good advice and he blames Jon for being on my side."
Catelyn observed Ser Raynald, Jeyne's brother, the royal standard-bearer. He was the only one of the Westerling's to accompany them. Robb had sent Jeyne's uncle, Rolph Spicer, to deliver young Martyn Lannister to the Golden Fang, the same day he received Lord Tywin's message agreeing to the prisoner exchange.
The other Westerling's had stayed in Riverrun along with Robb's squire, who had protested ad nauseam as to why he would not be Robb's squire on his wedding.
Olyvar Frey had already been Robb's squire, and would no doubt be present on his sister's wedding day; To display his substitute before him would not be a good idea, nor would an elegant attitude. As for Ser Raynald, he was a cheerful young Knight, who said that no insult from Walder Frey would succeed in provoking him. "Let's hope we just have to face insults."
Catelyn looked at her young lover, who looked everywhere; it seemed that he was looking for some enemy or any ambush. Jon had no appreciation for the Frey's, and they had no appreciation for him. "I don't trust them, Robb," Jon had said at one of the private meetings between Jon, Catelyn and Robb.
Robb had said his brother was only paranoid. "Neither Ghost nor Greywind seem to like any Frey, believe me Robb, when our Direwolves don't trust a person it's for a reason," Jon had warned, obscurely.
Catelyn also harbored fears about it. Lord father had never trusted Walder Frey after the Battle of the Trident, and he did not forget him. "Jeyne will be safer behind the walls of Riverrun," she thought, as they rode.
She watched as Ghost raised her ears and like lightning ran towards her master, finally leaving Catelyn's side.
"How do you do it, Jon!" asked Robb, clearly astonished.
Although the bond between Greywind and Robb was strong to the point where it seemed that Greywind was obeying Robb's orders without Robb's saying them. The bond between Ghost and Jon was much stronger.
She had seen since the bastard arrived that with just a glance Ghost did what Jon wanted. While Robb couldn't control when Greywind was tense. Jon did with Ghost.
"It's complicated," Catelyn heard Jon say. "The free people call it one way, our bond with our Direwolves is special, more than you think, Rob."
Rob laughed loudly. "I understand you, sometimes I think Greywind can feel what I feel."
"You'd be surprised what they can do, Robb," Jon said, cryptically.
She wondered what Jon had seen beyond the Wall. Jon spoke a few things about what he lived as a brother of the Night's Watch. Let alone how Jon earned his scars.
Behind Glover's scout shield, Robb's column stretched for several miles. The Great Jon was in command of the vanguard. Catelyn was traveling in the main column next to Jon, and surrounded by workhorses, whose helmets kicked up mud splashes, mounted by men in armor.
There were three thousand five hundred men; three thousand five hundred men, who had bled in the Whispering Forest, who had stained their swords with blood in the battle of the Camps, in Oxcross, in Ashemark, in the cliff, and in the golden hills west of the Lannister domains. Apart from the modest retinue of friends of his brother Edmure, most of the lords of the Trident had stayed to defend the lands from the rivers while the king reconquered the north. Ahead were Edmure's wife and Robb's next battle...
"And two dead sons await me, an empty bed and a castle full of ghosts," Catelyn thought. She knew Jon wasn't going to stay with her; he was going to go with Robb to war, and a part inside her was terrified for that. It was not a promising prospect. "Brienne, where are you? Bring me my daughters, Brienne. Bring them to me safe and sound."
The drizzle under which they had set out on the march turned into a steady rain around noon, which continued into late into the night.
That night she and Jon fucked silently; she had ridden him while Jon kissed her to keep Catelyn quiet from her moans. Catelyn had discovered in their sex sessions that she liked to scream and moan at the top of her lungs. During the next day the northerners did not see the sun; They rode under leaden skies with their hoods on, so that the water would not enter their eyes. It was a heavy, dense rain, which turned the roads into mudflats, and the fields into swamps, which made the rivers grow and plucked the leaves from the trees.
"We are stronger than we look, my Lady," Lady Maege Mormont said as they rode along.
Catelyn had come to feel great affection for Lady Maege and her eldest daughter, Dacey. Catelyn remembered when Jon told Lady Maege and her daughter Dacey what had happened to Lord Commander Mormont, and how Jeor Mormont had died beyond the wall on a mission betrayed by his own brothers.
Lady Maege had shed some tears for her brother, and she had cursed her nephew Jorah. Jon had also offered Lady Maege the ancestral sword of House Mormont.
"Lord Commander Mormont gave me this sword for saving his life, I think it is time right that he returns to where it belongs," Jon had said.
Lady Maege had refused to accept the returned sword, saying that the sword had been given away by her brother Jeor, and that it had been his wish that Jon should have it. "You deserve it more than that Jorah."
"I've fought every battle alongside the Young Wolf," Dacey Mormont said in a cheerful tone. "He hasn't lost any yet."
"No, but he has lost everything else," Catelyn thought, though she would never say it out loud. The northerners were not lacking in courage, but they were far from home, and there wasn't nothing else to keep them standing apart from faith in their young king.
Jon also seemed upset with Robb, first for having trusted Theon, but Jon did not reproach him because his brother had legitimized him, and Robb made him his heir. "What dog bites the hand that feeds him?" Catherine thought.
Catelyn's mind was worried about her brother's wedding to Lord Frey's daughter. No doubt Jon's presence had been a great relief for everyone. A relief for Robb, who seemed to receive better the bad news from Jon than from Catelyn; also, a relief for her on the issue of stress, and mainly because Catelyn had gradually been leaving her grief behind.
But now there were new problems and that marriage was going to be the deciding factor. If Edmure and Roslin liked each other, if they managed to placate the Late Lord Frey and rejoin forces with Robb's...
"And even if we get help again from the Frey's, 'What chance do we have against the Lannister's and the Greyjoy's?' That was something Catelyn thought.
Although in Robb and Jon's head there was hardly room for anything else. Catelyn watched them study the maps every time they set up camp, looking for a plan that would allow them to recover the north.
And Catelyn's brother had other problems of his own, if he could call them a problem.
"I guess not all of Lord Walder's daughters will look like him, right?" Edmure had commented, when he sat in the tall striped canvas tent with Catelyn and her friends.
"Lord Frey's daughters have so many different mothers that probably one must have been pretty," said Marq Piper, mockingly. "But why would that old scoundrel give you one of his pretty daughters?
"Of course, doesn't he have to?" said Edmure, grimly, as if his life would end with that marriage, which made Catelyn angry.
"Cersei Lannister is attractive," Catelyn had suddenly snapped at him, when she could no longer stand her brother's stupidity. "It would be wiser of you to pray that Roslin has strong and healthy, and she may have a kind and loyal heart." And without nothing more to say, Catelyn got up and left them alone.
To Edmure didn't fit it very well Catelyn's commentary. The next day Edmure avoided crossing paths with her during the march, preferring instead the company of Marq Piper, Lymond Goodbrook, Patrek Mallister, and the young Vance.
That day Catelyn passed the afternoon without exchanging a single word with her brother... "I've always been too Edmure, and now the pain sharpens my every word." Catelyn thought.
"What's bothering your mind, my Lady?" asked Jon, planting kisses on Catelyn's chest until he claimed her lips. It was already quite cold with the rain falling from the sky, and lightning and lightning had silenced Catelyn's screams.
Now it was just the two of them hugging each other in Jon's bed and giving each other love.
"Have I become bitter?" asked Catelyn, after the kiss.
Jon frowned confused "What do you mean, Cat?" he asked again.
"Cat," When I let Jon call me with such confidence.
"I'm afraid I've recently angered those I love, are men so weak that they can't stand the truth?" she asked.
Jon thought for a few moments before answering. "The truth hurts, my Lady," Jon said, holding Catelyn's hand and planting kisses on her knuckles. "I don't think it's a question of whether you're a man or a woman, there are times when we held to it, even if it's false and when someone make us watch our reality... well, we tend to react badly," Jon replied.
On into Catelyn's mind came her daughter Arya, Catelyn had been clinging to the idea that her daughter was still alive somewhere out there, along with Sansa. But if someone told her that Arya was surely dead, she wouldn't react in a good way.
"And as to whether you have become bitter... I think you're became into warrior woman," Jon said, kissing her and drawing her to him in a hug.
That made Catelyn laugh, imagining herself in armor and sword.
"What are you laughing at?" asked Jon, kissing Catelyn's neck.
"I imagined myself on armor and how ridiculous I would look," she replied. Jon laughed hoarsely against her skin, and Catelyn realized that this was the first time she had laughed in a long time.
"I think it would suit you," he said, making Catelyn smile. "But, continuing with what I was saying. I think you are a warrior woman, whom has suffered more than anyone else, you have been through things that anyone else would not endure." Jon said, taking Catelyn's palm, the one that had been sliced by a knife.
Catelyn watched as Jon planted a kiss on the scar on her palm. "Why are you acting this way, with me?" she asked. "I have treated you worse than trash for many years, you should be rejoicing in my misfortune."
Jon smiled and kissed her. Catelyn placed her hand on his beard and "I have never blamed you for your treatment of me, I understand very well what my father did to you," Jon said, after the kiss.
After that night they continued their journey with a fateful rain; after one rain day another dawned, and the rain continued to fall. They rode all the way to the Blue Fork, past the Sevenstreams. Catelyn had realized one thing; while she spent her nights fucking and having orgasms, her son had become emaciated. "He is as bony and starving as his direwolf," Catelyn had thought, seeing her son's condition. And she had felt like the worst mother in the world.
The days went on and news came with Lord Mallister. Balon Greyjoy had died and that Euron Greyjoy had returned after years. Robb had made plans to recover Winterfell. She watched Jon Stark, who had a serious, and he didn't say a word in the entire meeting.
"We will be like at the beginning. But they won't fail me. My father knew well the value of Howland Reed," Robb rolled up the map and only then looked at Catelyn and then Jon. "Mother."
"What do you want me to do?" asked Catelyn, tense.
"I want you to be safe. Our journey down the Neck will be dangerous, and in the north only battles await us. But Lord Mallister has been kind enough to offer to take care of you in Seagard until the war is over. I know that you will have all the comforts there"
"Is it my punishment for opposing him in Jon's way? Or for being a woman, and worse, for being a mother?" thought Catelyn. Looking to see Jon for help.
"Your Highness is right, my lady. It would be better if you didn't come with us," Lord Glover said. When the anger on Catelyn's face became apparent.
"My king," Jon spoke, and everyone turned to see him.
"I don't think it's right left your mother at Lord Mallister's castle, not after all the advice and battles she's have been at your side," Jon said, looking at Robb.
Robb frowned, and some Lords began to insult Jon, telling him that he had no idea what he was talking about. The Southern Lords along with Lord Umber, again hinted that war was no place for women. But Jon didn't respond to any of the insults, just looking at his brother.
"With all do respect, Lord Glover, I have met more brave women that had been in battles than many men in that are in this tent", Jon assured, and Lord Glover turned red of anger.
Robb shut them all up, banging on the table. "I do this to protect my mother, Jon," Robb said again, but in his voice, he detonated that it was more of a punishment.
"It sounds more like a punishment for her and that you'll going to send her as prisoner," Jon said, earning more insults from the Lords.
My mother has done something unheard of letting free the Kingslayer; it's better for her to be in a safe place than on a battlefield," Robb said. And that seemed to ignite Jon's anger, because, although he had a serious face, Ghost had begun to growl, and Greywind replied to his brother.
"Your mother has freed the Kingslayer, because her son preferred play king than to get his sisters back," Jon declared, and insults were filled in the store.
"How dare you insult Your Highness!" some northerners shouted; others called for Robb to delegitimize Jon.
Catelyn knew that had been a tough thing for Robb. "After the wedding you will go to Seagard, the king orders it," without saying anything else Robb got up, and Catelyn's fate was sealed.
"King from head to toe," thought Catelyn, defeated. Her only hope was that the trap Robb had planned for Moat Cailin would work as well as the one he had laid for her...