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Catelyn had been standing in front of the floor length mirror for some time now. The handmaidens had finished their work in getting her ready for her wedding. The dress had been altered to fit her ever-growing belly, the neckline and edges of the dress woven with gold silk to add intricate details to the ivory background. It was longer than she had expected, the train reaching out at least five feet, and then reaching the floor. They had taken her long auburn hair and braided it into a loose bun that sat on her right shoulder. A few strands had fallen out in the hustle of getting the veil on, and it sat just at the start of the bun and reached past the train of her wedding gown.

It was almost time for her to walk down the hallway with her sister, and then walk through the great hall as they would join their future husbands and vow their lives to each other. Catelyn wanted to run out of Riverrun- someplace where no one could find her-, but she kept hearing her father's voice, reminding her of the duty she had, and that somehow stopped her. She kept looking at her reflection in the mirror, couldn't help but thinking that this dress was meant for Brandon to see…not his brother. Catelyn jumped when the large wooden doors were swung open, her body tensing a bit as she turned.

"Are you ready?"

Catelyn looked at her younger sister, who was in a very similar dress. She was of course in better spirits than Catelyn was.

"Yes."

Lysa wrinkled her nose a bit at her sister and reached out her hand. "Come, they are waiting."

Catelyn closed the space between herself and her sister; once they had started moving the handmaidens that were to carry the trains stepped in, assisting each of the sisters with their dresses.

"Are you nervous?" Lysa took her sister's hand and squeezed it a bit.

Catelyn looked at her and nodded, letting out a sigh. "Very."

"Me too…"

Lysa started to walk first, having to slightly tug at Catelyn to get her to come. Soon they were walking side by side, hand in hand down the hall that would lead them to the doors of the great hall. The handmaidens had lined up the trains and then let them fall to the ground. Once at the doors, the sisters stopped and Lysa dropped Catelyn's hand. She looked at her sister and smiled. "Be happy, Cat."

The guards at the door pushed it open, revealing the great hall that was filled with people, and revealing Ned and Jon who were waiting for their brides. Soft music began to play, and Catelyn almost forgot her part until Lysa started to step forward. She met Jon and placed her hand on top of his, and Catelyn did the same with Ned. When she looked over at Ned, he was smiling softly. His hair had scented oils in them that were filling her noise, making her want to retch on the stone floor, yet she smiled back at him as they began their walk to the end of the hall.

The ceremony didn't last long, and before Catelyn knew it, she was a Stark. The feast began right away; wine and boar had come from King's Landing, ale from Winterfell and a variety of other food items had been presented. It was the biggest feast Catelyn had ever seen, and it was the loudest. She and Lysa had been seated at the front of the table that sat over everyone else in the room. Ned and Jon were making their rounds to the various houses that had come to Riverrun for the celebration.

Catelyn envied them as they drank as much wine and ale as they desired; she wished that she could drown the night away.

Like the ceremony, the night had come and gone quickly- she was now standing near the open doors of the great hall as the guests bid their farewells and good lucks. Politely, she thanked each one; she was exhausted and ready to hide away in her chambers. After the final goodbye, she sighed a bit, looking over at Lysa who mirrored the same look. Ned stepped forward, grasping Jon's hand and shaking it.

"I bid you till tomorrow, Jon…" He smiled just a bit and dropped his friend's hand, and then went to Lysa. He took her hand and kissed the top. "Lady Arryn, a good night."

Lysa smiled and bowed her head ever so slightly. "To you as well, Lord Stark."

Jon waited until Ned stepped back into his position next to his new wife; he returned the favor as he moved in front of Catelyn, taking her hand and kissing the top. "Lady Stark, a good night to you…and your little one."

Catelyn bowed her head just as her sister did. "Good night to you, Lord Arryn." When her hand was let go, she placed it softly on top of her belly. She watched as Jon Arryn took her sister's arm and led her through the great hall and to the hallways of the castle. Catelyn did not want to move, for she knew what was to come next.

"My lady…" Ned lightly touched her elbow to get her attention; when he did, he gave her a soft smile. Not as mischievous as Brandon's had been.

She nodded and let him lead her through the great hall and through the hallways; it was quiet except for the sound of their soles hitting the stone floor. Ned still held her elbow as they walked- something small yet comforting. He was nothing like his older brother, more grounded and narrow minded; he was a true Stark in that way. Brandon was wild and full of energy, always wanting to do something daring and never listening to what he was told when it came to being Lord of Winterfell. Maybe Ned had a wild side, she hoped.

When they got to her chambers, Ned stepped in front of her and opened the door letting her walk in before he did. She sighed as they were finally behind closed doors; she reached up and took the veil off, setting it on the vanity in her room. Then she worked at her hair, cringing as she pulled out tangles in the process. Ned had shut the door and stood near the bed, watching Catelyn's every move; he now knew why Brandon loved her so much. He hesitated a bit when Catelyn was struggling to untie the back of her wedding gown. "Here…let me."

He was suddenly behind her, working at the ties on the corset that tied the fabric together. Catelyn closed her eyes and wished the knot in her throat away. "Thank you, my lord."

"It's Ned, please."

Catelyn turned to look over her shoulder, her blue eyes meeting his. She smiled a bit. "Cat, then." She felt odd giving him the permission to use a pet name, one that only her family and Brandon had used. But he was her husband…he was entitled to that name. When she felt the fabric loosening she put her hands to her chest, holding it up as it slightly fell. Ned stepped back, his hands nervously going to his sides.

She turned around and nodded to him as she started to move across the room towards her wardrobe. She opened one of the doors and reached for her night dress. Quickly, Ned turned around to give her some privacy; he heard the fabric fall and then ruffling behind him. He bit the inside of his cheek as his eyes went to the stone floor of the chambers. Catelyn hadn't noticed that he turned around until she was finished dressing. She smirked a bit and cleared her throat. "I'm done."

Ned turned slowly, noticing the wedding gown was on the floor. Without a word, he closed the space between then and reached down; it was heavy and he had no idea how she had survived wearing it all day. He went to Cat's wardrobe and slipped it in the spot that used to hang her night dress, then closed the door. "We do not need to…tonight."

Catelyn looked over at him, her eyebrows rising. "I beg pardon, my lord."

Ned cleared his throat. "This must be difficult for you…I do not want to put you in an uncomfortable position."

Catelyn smiled softly, genuine respect for him showing through her blue eyes. He did not seem like a man to care much about anything. She became speechless at his words; she moved towards him and took his much larger hand, laying her other on top. "My lord…you deserve a proper wedding night."