I must admit I find it quite hard to write characterization of Catelyn and Roose. I have conflicting opinions about including Domeric; on one hand, I am unsure if I could write him properly, and what role could he play if he were alive. Give me your suggestions on what you think.

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Chapter 8: Secrets revealed

295 AC – 15 days until the next full moon

Catelyn POV

The urge to vomit came over Catelyn, as she quickly rushed over to the chamber pot, emptying her breakfast. As her body trembled with convulsions, she felt a hand on the back of her neck and another grabbing her hair back. Catelyn felt reassured that her husband was here to comfort her as she continued to puke her insides out. When I seem too finished, he pulled me into his arms as I snuggled against his chest. He placed one of his hands on my belly, although small a bump was starting to form which filled me with contentment.

"Thank you, it seems like my nerves are acting up with what's been happening lately" I replied. Ned nodded as we continued to enjoy the moment. "Are you sure you want to be present with Lord Bolton?" he asked, "Ned, I'm certain. I wish to know the truth behind our daughter's "disease". A knock at the door disturbed the moment, "Lord Stark, house Bolton banners have been seen on the horizon" "Thank you, Harwin, I shall be down in the courtyard soon". As we broke apart from our embrace, the both of us went down to the courtyard in tow.

Eddard POV

As we arrived in the courtyard, the riders had already arrived. The banner is of a flayed man on pale pink with red drops, a reminder of their past. Although the Boltons have abandoned their practice of flaying their enemies, Eddard had always kept a close watch over their liege lord since rumors persist of them continuing to flay their prisoners. Although, Eddard would say that no proof had been found yet.

Lord Bolton was a mystery that Eddard could not comprehend especially his appearance; an unremarkable body, neither plump, thin nor muscular with pasty skin, a pallid chest, wearing a quilted tunic of blood-red leather, with a red-spotted pale pink cloak, trimmed with white fur. He had quite a plain face, beardless with his eyes looking paler than stone and darker than milk like two white moons. He got off his horse as he approached me, with a cold look and his lips pursed.

"Lord Stark" he spoke barely a whisper as he got down on his knee. "Lord Bolton, I thank you for coming on such short notice." "The pleasure is mine my lord; I am merely answering your call as one of your loyal bannermen" he smiled as he turned to face my wife, "Forgive me, it is a pleasure to meet you as well lady Stark". Cat nodded "It is an honor to meet you lord Bolton" I could tell that Cat was put off by his presence.

"May I ask why you have contacted me for?" Roose questioned, "There is a delicate matter, I wish your perspective on," I answered.

"My men and I will be staying for a while and our horses will need rest" Roose replied, "My men can tend to your horses while my wife can lead your men to their rooms". Catelyn guided the riders into the castle as I and Roose Bolton made our way to my solar.

Roose POV

The meeting was an interesting one, to say the least. A fortnight ago, he received a raven from Lord Stark on an urgent matter he wished to talk about. He found it unusual that the message was quite frantically written like Lord Stark was in distress. Now he found himself facing his liege lord, his wife, the maester, his two sons, and his daughters.

"Let's get done to business, what was the reason that was so important for me, to ride to Winterfell?" Eddard seemed to be struggling to find the words "A while back a wolf had attacked my daughter Sansa. We had thought nothing of it until two fortnights ago on the full moon she turned into a wolf". Roose was quite perplexed even though he did not show it; he turned to face the oldest girl who had her head downcast. "What does this have to do with me lord Stark?" his eyebrow raised, as Eddard placed an old tome in front of me.

My curiosity was piqued by the image and its contents. I took a deep breath, "Do you know the historic significance of this, Lord Stark?" "I know that it depicts a Stark defeating a wolf said to be from the Dreadfort". I got up from my seat "You see Lord Stark, the image depicts a creature of legend called: a Werewolf".

"A werewolf?" his wife interjected while I continued with my tale, "Werewolves were creatures that had existed a thousand years ago, beasts of the night. Every full moon anyone with the curse would transform into a feral beast ravaging any animal or person unlucky to come across one. The only known way to kill a werewolf was by using Valyrian steel or silver, and the plant monkshood or better known as wolf's-bane can repel a werewolf".

I took a deep breath before continuing; "The werewolf depicted here in the text was one of House Bolton". After my tale it seemed that everyone had different reactions; both Stark and his wife were speechless, his sons looking distressed at their sibling, the youngest sister grasping her sister's hand for support as Sansa was lost for words.

"Surely there must be a cure" lady Stark injected "Tell me is there a way to fix this". I gave her an incredulous look "You don't seem to understand the situation lady Stark?" as I raised my eyebrow at her, "Your daughter is cursed with lycanthrope for the rest of her life. She will transform every night on a full moon into a feral beast, ravaging any poor soul that happens on her path".

As soon as I finished, his daughter erupted into tears and placed her face in her hands. I decided to leave discretely to give them the time to process the information. As I walked away, all could be the wails of Sansa Stark, the beauty and the beast.

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