Catelyn was fidgeting, something that she was always doing these days. She couldn't concentrate; all she could think about was the raven that was to come with a letter from Brandon. It had almost been a month since the last raven, and it was making her worry.
Not a day after the men had left for the war was she sent back to Riverrun. Catelyn was happier there, surrounded by her family and away from the harsh cold of Winterfell.
Lysa and Edmure did their best to keep their eldest sister company, conjuring up ways for them to be out of the castle. Catelyn had to admit that they sometimes succeeded. Today, however, was a day they did not.
Edmure had planned a picnic for his two sisters, but Catelyn protested just in case a raven came. So he and Lysa left instead, leaving her to her quarters while they went out on their own.
Catelyn had been working on needlework for almost three hours before setting it down. Sighing, she got up from her window seat and smoothed out the skirt of her dress. She moved from her spot near the window and headed out of her quarters. She slowly walked the hallways of the castle; maybe going outside would help settle her mind. She made her way across the field to the walkway that over looked the river. It was slightly windy, and it caused the water to lightly splash against the stone walkway. Catelyn smiled softly- the water always had a way of calming her. She moved to lean against one of the tall trouts that framed the walkway.
The wind lightly played with her fiery red hair as she stared out towards the river. She reached the edge of the walk way and drew in a deep breath, then slowly let it out. When the salt water air filled her lungs she moved back, her left hand going to her forehead as she closed her eyes. The world started to move around her, spinning faster and faster. Before Catelyn knew it, she had fallen to the cold stone ground.
"My lady.." The healer was looking down at her with a slightly concerned face. He waited a bit before taking the cloth that was in the water basin and wringing it out, then placed it on her head.
Catelyn grunted a bit as she replaced his hand with her own, holding the cloth in its position. "What happened?"
"You fainted, possibly from the lack of food." Slowly, she sat up in her bed, taking the cloth off of her forehead and placing it back in the hands of the healer. "You need to eat three meals a day, especially at this time my Lady."
She raised her eyebrow a bit as she looked at the well aged man. "What do you mean, at this time?"
The healer smiled at her and leaned back in the wooden chair. "You are with child. It is important you get the most nourishment."
Catelyn felt her mouth drop as he spoke, her head going back to rest against the headboard. "A child..." It was a mere whisper, but enough for the healer to hear.
"Yes. In about five months time, there will be a small Stark running around these castle halls."
"Th-thank you." Her eyes followed as the healer got up from his chair and left her chambers. She felt her eyes sting with tears as she placed her hand on her belly. Catelyn's soft laughter filled the empty room. "Brandon, we are going to have a child."