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As the months passed, Robb grew and grew; he was just as amazing as Catelyn dreamed of. He looked like his father, dark hair with a hint of red and soft blue eyes. She loved him more than she could ever imagine. Robb was an easy baby, but Catelyn knew as her son grew he would bring challenges. He was already eight months old, and a new surprise came with him every day.

Catelyn had been sitting in the great hall, Robb in her arms and her sister and brother enjoying their breakfast. It was a quiet day, like many days before both of them waiting on word of their husbands. Catelyn was feeding Robb warm rice cereal when their father came into the hall; he shook Edmure's hair and then kissed Lysa on the cheek. He then went to Catelyn, doing the same and then placing a gentle hand on top of Robb's head. Hoster moved to place a rolled up piece of parchment in front of Lysa. Catelyn's went from the paper to Lysa, who quickly grabbed it and unrolled it.

She set the spoon down that she had been using to feed Robb, her heart catching in her throat. The last time she had received word on parchment was to tell her that Brandon was dead. Catelyn swallowed the knot in her throat as she waited for her sister to tell her what was written. Lysa set the paper down and looked up at her sister.

"The Mad King is dead. Robert Baratheon is on the throne...and they are coming home."

Catelyn smiled and brought her son closer to her chest, kissing the top of his head. The gods had been good to her, to her family, to her son.

They had received another raven while Jon and Ned were on the road home. Their journey was longer than expected, but they were to arrive in a day's time. It was time for Catelyn, as well as Lysa to say goodbye to Riverrun. Catelyn would be returning with her son and husband to Winterfell, where they would be able to rule their land. Lysa would be going to King's Landing with Jon, as he was appointed the Hand of the King and would serve for Robert Baratheon. Catelyn's things had been packed away in trunks for their journey home.

Most of the morning had been spent preparing the castle for their return. A big feast was set out for tonight for the victory of Robert Baratheon, and for the celebration of the two men coming back safely. Catelyn had finished getting Robb fed, bathed and dressed before she handed him to her handmaiden to do so herself. After she was dressed and ready, along with her siblings and son on her hip, they made their way through the castle and to the balcony that over looked the lands of Riverrun.

Robb was contently playing with his mother's long hair when the horizon showed their party getting closer, the banners of both houses, Stark and Arryn, flowing proudly in the breeze. Catelyn bounced slightly to keep Robb from fussing. She couldn't help the smile that was growing on her face. Lysa was just as anxious, her own smile beaming as the men drew closer. The draw gates were taken down as the party entered the castle, the hooves of their horses clacking against the stone ground. Everyone had turned to watch them enter, and finally they stopped.

Lysa took off, forgetting her courtesies. She stopped at her husband's horse and waited for him to dismount before throwing her arms around him.

Catelyn, however, stayed, remembering what her father had taught her. Ned dismounted his own horse and then made his way to his bride, but he never once looked up at her. She frowned, and when he got in front of her she reached out her free arm and touched his chin. Ned finally looked at her, a beautiful sight after so long.

"Ned, what is..." Her words were broken with a cry from a baby. But it was not Robb. He was still contently tangling his hands in her hair. Catelyn's eyes darted from Ned's face to the women walking towards them; in her arms was a small child, wrapped warmly to protect it from the air. Catelyn let out a small gasp as her eyes went back to her husband's face.

"I am so sorry."

Finally he brought his eyes up to hers; his grey eyes were sincere in his apology. But Catelyn could not believe it.

"Is...Ned?"

Catelyn wanted him to say the words, that it was not his child. That he did not father a bastard. But he just dropped his eyes in shame. He then turned slowly and took the small child from the woman's arms.

"My son, Jon Snow."

Robb squirmed in her arms, letting out a small cry of his own. Instinctively, Catelyn drew him closer, but her eyes never left the small boy in Ned's arms. Ned Stark had betrayed her and found warmth in some other women's bed- not only had he not been faithful he had brought the bastard home. Catelyn took her eyes away from Jon and up to Ned's, who's were still looking away. Catelyn shook her head slightly, turned and walked the other way back into the castle.

As she left, Ned looked up and sighed. Jon, who had been watching with Lysa, was now behind his friend. He placed his hand on his shoulder. "She will forgive."

"Catelyn Tully is not a woman to forgive."

"She will have to; you are her husband, her lord."

Catelyn walked quietly back to her quarters, pushing back her tears and screams as she passed handmaidens and cooks who were preparing the feast. When she was in her quarters, she closed the door and went to her bed. She sat down and cradled Robb close to her. Sobs filled the room as she rocked back and forth on the bed. Catelyn had stayed in her chambers until it was time for her to dress for the feast; the midwife had come to take care of Robb as she did so.

Her hair was neatly twisted to form curls, and was then adorned with a small crown so the world could see that she is the Lady of Winterfell. Her gown had been made with lavish red silks and golden thread. Catelyn had been entertaining Robb when Ned knocked on the door and entered the chambers. She looked up at him, handsome as ever. She stood up from her spot on the bed, lifting Robb with her. She went over to the midwife and placed Robb in her arms, then leaned down to kiss the top of his head.

As she walked away towards Ned, her eyes were as cold as ever; he knew she was upset. But like Jon Arryn had said, she would have to forgive. They couldn't live the rest of their lives under this shadow.

Ned held out his arm to her, and Catelyn took it in silence. Arm in arm, they walked out of the room and down the hallway that would lead them to the great hall, which by now was filled to the brim with people, food and booze.

"Cat.."

"My lord. For everyone's sake I think we should not speak of your bastard tonight."

Her words were ice to Ned's ears; this was not the same woman he had left a year ago. But he did not expect her to be, he had betrayed everything she had stood for. Ned simply nodded without word, and as the doors to the great hall were pushed open, he put on a smile. As did Catelyn- it was her duty and she had always been taught to do her duty.

Jon, Ned, Catelyn and Lysa had been sat at the head table, overlooking the great hall and the many people in it. The night had been filled with stories of the victory, along with music, food, ale and summer wines. Catelyn had taken that to her advantage- she hadn't talked much to anyone throughout the night. She simply enjoyed her wine and listened to things around her. Catelyn was more than sure she had enough, yet she kept drinking.

The feast had started to die down, and soon people were leaving to the inns of the Riverlands to sleep their ale and wine away. Lysa and Jon had departed as well, and so did Catelyn and Ned. They had turned her chambers into a room for Robb, which no doubt was housing her lord husband's bastard. They had been sent to bed in one of the guest chambers before their travel back to Winterfell.