Chapter 3
Catelyn knew something was wrong when she saw Ned and Robb riding toward Winterfell. Her husband had told her that morning he and the boys would be leaving for a hunting trip. They were due to arrive home in 4 more days. It was when Catelyn saw her huband dismount his horse as he reached the gates, the expression on his face, she knew. Ned took the Bastard (who was on his horse) into his arms and carried him past the gates. She saw Robb run ahead of his father towards the Maester's quarters. Catelyn made her way towards the Bastards chambers only to see Ned and Robb leaving the room. From the look in Ned's eyes, she could tell it was bad. She walked over to her husband and her son, leading them to her chamber. She took a seat in the chair by the window. It was a quiet and cold night outside. The moon was full and there were no clouds to be seen in the sky. She cleared her throat and looked at Ned.
"What happened to the Bastard?" she asked questionly. Robb ran to his mother and sat in her lap. The boy looked scared and his eyes had a clear glaze."We went hunting and Jon got sick moma. We came home because father said we needed the Maester." Her son looked conserned for the Bastard. "Robb, why don't you go get a snack from the kitchen. Someone will make you something okay?"
Reluctantly Robb left the room in search of a snack. It was when she was alone with Ned that she looked at her husband. "What happened to him?" This was a suprising question for Catelyn to ask. Ned was visibly surprised but quickly masked it with concern. "We went hunting and he seemed fine until we got back to camp. He was pale and feaverish Cat. On our way back to Winterfell I could see spots forming on his face. It may be the Pox."
As soon as her husband said this, Catelyn knew this was her fault. She wanted the Basterd to die. She wished the young boy dead not but a few days ago. It was her that wished the illness over the boy. Catelyn went silent. What would she say to Ned? That she wished his other son dead because she was jealous of the boys mother?
Before she could respond a knock sounded at the door. Ned was the closest to the door and opened it to reveal the Maester. The Maester looked at Ned and Catelyn with a solumn expression. "I'm afraid the boy had the pox. A bad case of it too. Honestly I am not sure he will survive this Lord Stark. I'm sorry for the news but I will watch over him through the night." The Maester left Catelyn alone with Ned in their chambers. Ned remained frozen looking towards the door. Catelyn slowly walked over to her husband and put her arm on his shoulder. Ned's eyes were glossy and his expression grim. Suddenly Robb returned to his parents chambers. She and Ned broke a part as her son ran towards her. Catelyn took her son into her arms and hugged him. "Come on Robb lets get you into bed." She carried her son into his chambers leaving Ned behind. When her son had climbed into his bed and began to fall alseep, Catelyn began to reach for the door when she heard her son. "Will Jon be okay moma? I don't want him to die."
In that moment Catelyn had never felt worse than she ever had. She wished the death of a boy the same age as Robb. A boy who was innocent and didn't have a mother to love him. Catelyn wished the child to die, not thinking about what his absence would do to Robb. What had she done?
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