Game of Thrones: Tragedy and Reunions

Next chapter of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to Geroge R.R. Martin.

Catelyn

Catelyn smiled as she sat at the high table. Her family was reunited and stronger than ever. They had avenged themselves on the Frey's; now the only traitors left were Bolton and the Ironborn. However, behind all the happiness was worry; there was still more fighting to come, still a risk of losing everything, everyone. She turned to Robb and Jeyne; who sat next to her.

"Robb," she said softly; both King and Queen of the North turned to face her. "I feel, disquiet, like something terrible, might be waiting for us in the North."

Robb nodded. "I feel it too mother, but…" He smiled softly, placing his hand on top of Jeyne's. "Please, for tonight at least, let us enjoy our happiness and forget about future troubles."

Catelyn smiled and nodded. "You are right; this is a night for joy. The fears for the future will keep for tomorrow."

As she said that Catelyn noticed Sansa approaching the table. She did her best to push her worries to the back of her mind, and greeted her daughter.

"Sansa, there you are. Come, sit." She said happily.

Sansa smiled and took her seat. Cat watched as her daughter looked around and then asked for the whereabouts of the rest of the family. Catelyn answered her honestly, noting that, despite expectations, Arya wasn't here yet. As they sat more people came in, amongst them was Rickon who took his seat and then finally, Arya arrived, with that boy, Gendry.

Catelyn watched as Arya took her seat and then Gendry sat next to her. Cat sighed; typical of Arya; not to care about propriety and let a baseborn boy sit with them.

'Although I must admit, he has shown more courage than most.' She thought to herself. 'Without him, I would never have been reunited with Arya. I suppose I can accept him here...'

All the same, despite her thoughts, she was uncomfortable at the notion of letting a bastard sit with them. Not only might it send the wrong message to others; but it also brought up uncomfortable memories for her. Mostly the discomfort came from her remembering Jon Snow. She did her best to push her discomfort aside and listened to the conversations going on around her. She smiled at Sansa and Arya, the pair talking about Arya's surprising choice of attire. She also noticed that Bran had arrived and was fidgeting before he turned to speak to Jojen Reed.

"Where's Meera?" He asked, noticeably concerned.

Jojen sighed. "We finished with the Maester and were shown to our chambers. Meera is still there as far as I know. She told me to come down without her."

"Do you think she'll come down to the feast, I mean she…?"

Catelyn smiled at how caring Bran was being; showing such concern for the girl who had suffered so much to reunite him with his family.

She leaned over and spoke reassuringly. "Bran, please, relax."

Bran turned to her and slowly nodded and exhaled before calming down and turning back to talk to Jojen.

It was then Sansa caught her attention, asking about Bran.

"He's alright, Sansa." She reassured her daughter. "He's just worried about Meera."

Sansa nodded and shuddered; Catelyn wondered what was troubling her. However the look in Sansa's eyes made her realize that asking would not be a wise decision, so she didn't say anything. The feast then started and Catelyn noted, despite them all having faced hardships and a lack of proper meals, Arya was the only one of her children who tore into the food, with no concern for manners. She suppressed a smile and fought back a laugh. Catelyn was aware of movement to her right and turned her head. Meera Reed had arrived and sat down between her brother and Bran. Bran's expression brightened considerably as Meera sat down.

"Are you alright?" He asked; his concern visible again.

Meera smiled lightly. "I'm fine, Bran." She reassured him.

Bran noticed, Catelyn too, that she was uncomfortable. Bran pointed this out and Meera sighed.

"It's nothing; I'm just…there are just so many people and, after what happened I…" She paused and then shifted slightly. "Plus, I'm not exactly comfortable in a dress."

Catelyn smiled at that, Bran laughed softly before replying. "Arya's the same, I think you and her would get along really well." That brought a genuinely happy smile to Meera's face.

As the feast continued Catelyn noticed Bran's attention was almost exclusively on Meera. He constantly considered her wellbeing; ensuring the servers stopped to offer her something fresh from the kitchens, and that her cup was kept full. There was something in Bran's soft blue eyes that Catelyn recognized, but couldn't quite place…

Meera then turned to face him, and Bran's eyes quickly flicked down to his plate, his cheeks going red. They spoke some more before Meera stood up and left; clearly unable to take much more of the noisy hall. Catelyn could not blame her. As Meera left, Cat watched Bran's expression as he watched her leave and smiled.

'It's sweet of him to be so concerned for her. He…' Her thoughts trailed off as her eyes widened. 'It cannot be, surely not…Bran, could he truly…?'

Cat then found herself caught in Sansa's careful observation. Her daughter was curious about her preoccupation with Bran and asked about it. With a soft squeeze to Sansa's hand, Catelyn reassured her that all was well. Sansa then stood up and smiled softly.

"I'm exhausted mother; it has been a long day." She remarked at last; "I think I will go to bed."

Catelyn nodded in acceptance. "Yes, you are right. It has been a long day. I will see you tomorrow, Sansa."

With that Sansa left and Catelyn was left to quietly watch the other members of her family. They were engaged in small talk while the feast began steadily dwindle in numbers. Cat noticed Rickon trying to hide a yawn, she shook her head at her youngest.

"Time for bed, Rickon." He pouted and looked ready to complain, but Arya spoke up before he could.

"Hey, I'm pretty tired too," she stated. "C'mon Rickon, I'll go if you do." Rickon smiled and accepted, and they both left the hall. Catelyn sighed and turned back to Bran, she noted that he seemed distracted by his thoughts. Catelyn was still surprised by what she had seen. She would need to talk to him, to confirm if her suspicions indeed held any truth. Maybe even speak to Meera… her reaction to such a confrontation may reveal more than she needs. However that would be for another time.

Bran surprised Cat by staying on after the feast with Robb, speaking with lords and banner men alike. He continued attending to his duties as a Prince until finally, sometime later; Hodor came to take him to his chambers.

Catelyn left the hall too, heading for her own chambers. Her thoughts from before the feast returned to her, along with a new thought. True, there were still hardships ahead, but the only thing that mattered now, that her family were back together and safe. That was good enough for her.

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