I knew the signs of the beginning of a birth.

The pain still always got me.

I woke up, sweating and sitting up. The pain was gone, so I was confused to what woke me. I decided to check on Ned; perhaps his cry woke me. But as I was walking the five feet, another wave of pain hit me.

No.

This is impossible.

I was only six months along.

I managed, with the help of the wall, to make it to Ned's room. Much to my surprise, he was perfectly awake, sitting up and watching me.

Another wave of pain, and I screamed. This time a serving girl heard me. "The baby's coming," I breathed out between my teeth. She jumped up, and then ran to get the midwives. I was able to get Ned in my arms, and I collapsed into a chair. "I might die tonight," I tell him, for I could feel dread in the pit of my stomach. "But it'll be okay, since I will bring a princess into this world. Then-" I was cut off by my own scream. "Catelyn will marry Rhaego, and Eva will tell everything to Robb. He might hate me, but then he'll bring Daenerys over, and she will scorch this land and purge it."

I bit my lip when another round of pain came. "And you Ned, shall rule as a great king of the North, and will marry Dimia." I kissed his forehead again, and I could feel the tears. "I love you Ned, my son, more than life itself." I gingerly placed Ned back into his crib, and kissed him one last time.

I made it to my bedroom, and laid down on the bed. I had said my goodbyes; I was ready. The midwives arrived soon, and did the same thing they did with Ned. Except I won't be alive to see this one. The simple thought of never seeing my daughter coursed trough me, and had me bite my lip to not weep.

They propped my knees up, and lifted up my shift. "Your Grace, the baby is upside down," I nod, accepting my fate. If only Robb was here...

No. I must stay strong.

"We will have to turn the baby around, but that will cause bleeding..."

Their voices trailed off into nothingness, as suddenly the dark room became filled with light, like the sunshine in King's Landing. Then I saw a figure walking towards me, through the door. "Robb?" I asked, seeing the red hair. Then the figure came closer to the side of the bed. "Lady Catelyn?" I murmured. "You're dead," She laughed lightly, and held my hand.

Suddenly the entire room was gone, along with all the midwives. There was a blinding flash of light, and suddenly I was in the empty gardens of King's Landing. This was where I was the day I left my home. I suddenly realized I was on the same bench, and my mother sat down beside me. I knew the words that would tumble out next; "I'm glad that you decided to spend your last day in the gardens,"

But instead I realized it was Lady Catelynn, wearing blue. "Annablyth," she said, smiling. "Lady Catelyn," I mutter, confused. "What are you doing here? I haven't met you yet."

"No," she admits, flicking a black feather off her skirt. "But then again, we have already met." I felt my brow furrow in confusion. "I haven't met Robb yet either," I say. "So the war hadn't stared, and I haven't had Ned or-" Catelyn cuts me off by saying. "I know you would like to visit your memories, but I must not let you die,"

I suddenly realize that there are others. I see my father, young and handsome, wearing yellow and gold armor, with a war hammer in one hand. Then, Eddard, smiling at a book. I also see a woman resembling my mother in red, and then a Targaryen man in red and black with flowing white hair. Farther back, sitting on a lonely bench, is a dark haired woman twirling a blue rose in one hand and staring at the ocean. "Where am I?" I whisper.

"Robb needs you," Catelyn said, forcing me to look at her. "Ned needs you," Her pupils seem to be growing, black dominating her blue eyes. "The kingdom needs you," The setting seems a little darker, with all the others disappearing until I'm in a black wasteland, still sitting on the glowing white bench. Catelyn looks worried as her eyes, which are entirely black, start crying tears of blood.

I feel a sudden pain, and I look down, and see a black ooze staining my white shift. I scream at the fiery pain. "I'm sorry!" Catelyn screams, as suddenly a black wind is pulling her away. "You have to live!" I cry out, somehow kneeling. "Please! It hurts! I want it to stop! It hurts to live! I don't want to! My baby!" I sob. Catelyn shakes her head, and for a second, it is eerily quiet as she whispers, "I'm sorry,"

Then the wind starts screaming again, the sounds of dying men and women, and crying children, and with a flurry of red, white and blue, Catelyn is gone.

She leaves me sobbing as the wind threaten to tear me away, but I dig my fingers into the floor, which is suddenly soft, like butter.

Then the word flips upside down, and I'm holding onto the blackness, which is slowly starting to slip through my fingers.

Just as my grip fails me, the darkness around me turns to water, and I'm teaching towards the sunlight. But there are gold bars strapped to my ankles, and no matter how much I try, I cannot release them. My breath runs out and I feel water entering my lungs. Then, a whisper, right next to me, cold and chilling, says, "A Lannister always pays her debts,"

I scream as soon as the whisper finishes, and I place my hands on my face, and I find that my fingernails can dig into my face.

When I pull my hands back, I see fragments of skin on my nails. An itch starts to build, and it drives me crazy, and I have to itch. I feel the skin get peeling off of my face, but I can't stop, until every last inch of skin is off my face, and I can see everything, my eyes no longer covered by eyelids. All I see is black, but when my eyes focus I realize that a cloth is covering me. From beneath it, I can see the smooth stones of King's Landing.

The heat is insufferable, but I realize I can't take my hands to remove the fabric. Instead, I hear another whisper. "You deserved better, mother, and for that, I am sorry."

I can't move my mouth, but I scream in my head until it feel like my skull is going to crack.

Until I'm kneeling, my head tilted upwards. I try and see what is going on, but my image is cloudy, and all I can see is a black haired woman, the same one who had been whispering, say to me. "Goodbye," Then I feel the slightest pain, of a sword slicing the back of my neck, but then it is gone and all I can see is a sideways

crowd of roaring citizens.

Now I'm standing up, with a sword in my left hand. It feels strange. But only a second later, my opponent puts a sword into my chest. I fall back, and the woman cries, and then cradled my head in her lap. I want to scream, I'm trying to get away, but I can't move. A voice, a male one, rasps, "I could have won,"

The woman's tear lands on my cheek. "I know. I know,"

Suddenly the black is swirling, blocking my vision.

There was a series of images, so fast that I could barely process them. A black and red dragon, a boy and an older boy playing with wooden swords, a little girl with her hair in braids climbing the Weirwood tree, a dark haired toddler pouting, another dark haired girl humming happily as she did her needlework, and lastly, a red haired girl kneeling down and looking at the Weirwood tree. She whispered, "I'm so sorry,"

Then the pain magnifies and the images were going to fast for me to comprehend, a mix of sights and smells and noises all blending together. The mixture is tearing my head apart, I can't think, everything is too fast, it hurts it hurts it hurts.

The deaths replay for me, and I have to relive those four deaths over and over, my head is going to explode, oh gods it hurts, but the pain isn't the worst part.

It's that the woman, the whispering woman...

Is me.