Author's note: I'd like to thank everyone that is following and commenting this story. I am not very good with responses, and haven't being active on for half a decade at least, so I am quite rusty.
This story was completed around 18mo ago, and I wrote it for myself as a way of flexing my English. However, I have made changes and fixed up some weird wording. Also, we die as Starks here, and I have no beta. If you find mistakes on the grammar and stuff, is all me.
I am saying that to explain that based on *guest's* review of the 18 chapter, I have included some dialogue. And I'd like to say that I love some of the ideas being pitched, like they needing Ned to intervene. That will not happen, and I even tried to work out a way of including it, but wasn't possible. At this moment, Lysa is basically on time out on the Vale after Jon's guards told on her meltdown in Riverrun. Cersei almost cut ties with her father, and she only really have Jaime. Robert doesn't really care about her at all, and he would not listen to her because he knows that upsetting her father isn't a good idea.
Some lords are upset and believe that Tywin's priorities are misplaced during the final leg of rebellion. He left for Riverrun when the Siege was ongoing. They do not understand why he is so set on this wedding and why it couldn't wait. Indirectly they blame Catelyn. We will possibly explore this in a subsequent part (that I have outlined, but not written, and I am not really sure I will be able to), that's why I am posting this with this note. I don't have a way to reply to the review, and don't know if I will explore this at all.
Thank you very much for reading!
Final warning: explicit content.
19. RECLAIMED CLOSENESS
Lord Hoster decided to call a meeting on his council room, where he had a large oval table where they could all sit comfortably and discuss the current state of affairs. The Lannister siblings were all there, including their spouses, and also Tywin's personal steward. Brynden, Catelyn, Enya, her lady mother, Meister Hoth, the old Governess… All took seats in silent anticipation of what was to be discussed.
Catelyn knew what she was prepared to do in order to allow that wedding to happen and Tywin seemed to be without a clear plan at this point, away from his usual setting of being in charge. And at this moment, he was quiet and guarded, as if something bothered him and he couldn't –or wouldn't- share with his lady.
-After this afternoon's excitement with the Faith, I decided to invite you all here to have a proper discussion about what to do next. –Lord Hoster started, seated, tired- Word from Pyke isn't what we had expected, and some battles are still ongoing, granted it is on a smaller scale and mainly residual issues.
-In the West? –Catelyn asked Tywin in a whisper, and observed as he nodded silently in confirmation.
-That is not to mention the Siege. –her Lord Father continued- King Robert have called Brynden back to the front, leaving me with the task of recruiting builders and support. And I will be leaving in the morning.
Catelyn's heart sunk deep on her chest, as a cold sensation spread down her spine. That Rebellion should be over by now. They should be collecting resources to rebuild things, not to keep fighting. Her hand that was placed on Tywin's started to tremble, and he squeezed it gently, quietly turning to look at her in support.
-What news do you have? –Lord Hoster asked the Lannisters, and Kevan was the one to reply.
-He is sending me to King's Landing, to take a seat on the small council. –lady Maeryan looked defeated, but didn't say a word- I am also to leave soon. Emmon is to retreat to the Neck and protect the crossing. We were never meant to be here, in any case. I came to take my lady wife home.
-And you? –she asked again in another whisper.
-I am also to return. After the wedding.
-And when is that? –Lady Genna asked, intruding, also looking quite tired tonight.
-When would you be ready? –lord Hoster asked his daughter, who just looked around, startled.
-I am ready. –she said finally- But not if you are leaving in the morning! –she was exasperated, seeing how they had all just arrived.
-Give me two days. –Enya spoke, witnessing the panic set on her friends eyes- This cannot be uneventful. It is an alliance between two Great Houses, and it will send a message. We need to make sure that said message is the one we wish for.
-We are at war. –Lord Hoster mumbled.
-It must be announced, so people can attend the Sept. And a celebration needs to happen. Two days is not enough. –Lady Genna interjected.
-It will have to be. –Tywin finally addressed the room- I cannot, will not, leave without Catelyn and I also cannot remain. So make it happen. And as for the rest of King Robert's orders, they can also wait a couple days. I will send him a raven.
-There are other issues… -Meister Hoth reminded them of the man in the dungeons, awaiting punishment.
-So…? –Lord Hoster turned his attention back to his daughter- What is your decision?
-Are you asking me to condemn this man to death? –she whimpered.
-No. –he responded with a softer tone- I will. And I would cut his head myself if your uncle hadn't asked for it first. I only need to know… Are you done with him?
-We are. –Tywin responded, seeing that his lady was succumbing to her nerves- This is not your fault or doing. –he reassured her, when he saw the colour leave her face.
-Please, father… -she had to stand up, hands shaking, silent tears burning on the corner of her eyes- I do not wish to be here, and this execution cannot be public. People cannot know that Queen Cersei is involved in any of this.
-They won't. –her uncle guaranteed- He can wait in the dungeons until after you leave. You'll never know anything of it. I promise you.
-Thank you, uncle. –she took a deep breath.
-As in for Septa Myra, she is too valuable. –Enya started- I have spoken to my lady Mother, and…
-I will request the Septon to keep her to Seagard. –Lady Serena Mallister said- Far away from the Vale and King's Landing.
-That will not be necessary. –Lady Genna intervened, exchanging a brief look with her older brother- I have already secured her for the Twins. She will be kept under close observation there. –she would never arrive there with a heartbeat.
-So that is settled. –Enya murmured, more to herself than to the others.
-I will make sure the Lady Catelyn is prepared to leave in the morning after her wedding. –the Old Governess promised- Those arrangements are mostly done, in any case.
Catelyn was still standing, twisting her hands, all the calm and composure evading her. She could see that everyone there agreed in the way things should go, and a high degree of care was awarded to her. She wouldn't be having the wedding her status demanded, but in a way, she was much happier with the idea of being bonded with her Lord Husband in a private affair, surrounded only by people they loved, like now in this meeting.
-My love… -Tywin stood up, realising that she was not getting any calmer- It will all be fine. –he promised, his lady enraptured on his arms, her expression as conflicted as her feelings should be- Can we be excused? –he asked her Lord Father, very aware that remaining there would not help her.
-No, darling. We have a wedding to plan! –she sounded slightly hysteric, breathing heavily.
-You should not worry. –Lady Maeryen finally spoke- We will manage everything. You two should just leave it to us. –she smiled, gathering support from the other ladies that started to suggest that they knew what to do, that the wedding had been planned to perfection before, and now, on a much smaller scale, it would be so much easier to execute.
-You are both excused. –Lord Hoster said, after realising that his daughter would not be calm and that the best bet was for Tywin to take her away. He didn't allow her to argue, and facing that, she left, guided out by Tywin.
She asked to be walked back to her tower, and he complied, slightly worried for her need to be alone at a time she was really quite nervous. He understood that she was shocked by the amount of changes that were about to happen, fully uprooting her life, travelling to a land she didn't know. He was aware that she had ample time to prepare, but if he was nervous it would be odd if she wans't.
-Would you like to take supper away from everyone, and just enjoy each other's company? It seems that we are always surrounded by people and being thoroughly ignored by every single one of them. –she asked when Tywin stopped walking by the archway leading to the staircase of the chambers, still twisting her little delicate hands.
-Sure. –he agreed- I could do with some peace and quiet.
Tywin was absorbed by her in this moment, looking so fragile and vulnerable. He had seen many sides of her, and he knew she held some trauma in her heart for many situations, most recently the slaughter of her horse, an assassination attempt, her honour being questioned... And since his arrival, she looked happy whilst holding this shadow on her eyes. He was not the man to observe those feminine banalities, but she was so close to his heart that her pain was his.
-My love, should we really be alone in your tower after all? –he asked, walking into the antechamber to his apartment.
-Yes, we should. How else could we talk freely?
-What do you wish to talk about? –he asked almost wishing for her to say nothing.
-Do we have Robert's approval to marry? –she asked, thinking on his mention that he would send word to him about the wedding happening so soon.
-We do. I am aware that Cersei tried to intervene against us, but honestly Robert just laughed. She still doesn't have that much influence on him, which is worrying. And he is away from her now, in any case, holding the Siege.
-She tried to interfere? –Catelyn frowned.
-Many things have happened, things that mean nothing. Cersei, Lysa… They are only flies spiralling around the candle. Jon Arryn has your sister nearly banned to the Vale whilst he remains in King's Landing. You are protected and secure.
-I am not feeling very secure right now.
-That's the change, it can be terrifying. –he explained- In two days, you will be one of the most powerful women in Westeros. You will never be in danger where I am the taking you.
She didn't say anything, however she believed she already was powerful enough, maybe even more than she had wished for. If anything, that marriage would undermine her role on the continent's politics. And it had been once she was connected to him that her life seemed to be really threatened. She smiled, as it was the only thing she could do.
-We constantly deal with many dangers, my love. –she whispered, still looking like she would break into tears at any time.
Tywin decided to change subject, talking about her future accommodations on the Rock. Enya had confided in her some of her talks with Lord Westerling, and something the man had said was about how respected Tywin was in the West. And that he ruled through fear, what was very much effective and all he knew. But Riverrun was capable of softening him, and before the attack on the fleet, the castle was being transformed to receive Catelyn.
The expenditure was significant, but he was doing all with such heart that everyone knew things were about to change. Their lord was happy, excited, and even giddy. He has an artist already commissioned to paint their portrait on their wedding garments, to make the moment immortal. So, she wasn't nervous about that. She didn't know why she was anxious, but she decided to embrace the feeling.
-You will be able to decorate it to your taste… -he kept talking, with her observing his lips moving, hearing the words, reacting appropriately to them, glad that he was trying his best to soothe her nerves.
-Aren't you anxious? –she asked.
-Yes. –he confessed- But I am also ready, and I know you are as well. That is what really matters.
Lately they were closer than ever, but Catelyn found it odd that they were more intimate before he left many moons ago than now, when they shared a tower. And exceptionally today, there were no Septa around to badger. Now, at dinner, alone with him and away from everyone else, she asked if he was fine with that distance they hadn't managed to breach in such a short amount of time since their reunion.
-No. -he opened his crocked smile and held her hand over the table- It has being hard, but after all the talk and headache about your honour, I decided, to my own demise, to keep some respectful distance. It didn't work, as proven by the Faith this afternoon.
-And if I say that I have been missing you?
She saw as he swallowed thickly and his eyes turned darker. Catelyn quietly took a sip of her wine, still observing him, intrigued by his silence, her nerves feeling lightly soothed by the wine. He didn't know what to say, but it was no need, as Enya interrupted them, hoping to take Catelyn with her. And in a way, that was what Tywin needed at that moment. Later that night, whilst already in his sleeping garments, he heard a soft knock on his door.
-Catelyn! Is there any issues? -he asked, making sure that his robe was secure on his body.
-None at all. -she smiled, also dressed only on her nightgown and a beige silk robe- I just wish to sleep with you tonight.
Tywin knew that he was supposed to react in some way, but the only thing shock allowed him to do was to open her space to enter, closing the door behind her.
-Darling... -he was most unsure about that- What if people say anything?
-Which people? -she asked, pulling the covers on one side of the bed and reaching for the knot that tied her robe together.
-Are you sure?
-Tywin... -she took a deep breath and smiled at him- I still wish to marry untouched. But I am increasingly anxious about our closeness being taken away from us, having so little time to wed. We haven't had any intimacy since you arrived back home, and I miss you so.
Tywin remembered the conversation with her uncle, moons ago, when he expressed that Catelyn's calculated way of establishing closeness was for fear of bedding a stranger. Deciding he would be stupid for arguing, and that the best thing he could do for her was to comply, he made his way to his side of the bed, and uncovered himself, showing he had nothing but a pair of cotton pants on him. She wore silk shifts, and tucked herself in bed, massaging the pillows to make them more comfortable. And looking like she did that every night, Catelyn cuddled herself against Tywin's bare chest, resting one little hand on his shoulder and tucking her face on his neck. A leg covering his.
He knew his mind was going everywhere dangerous, but there was a great deal of comfort in having her on his arms, like he longed for all that time. The silk of her shifts played softly against her skin, when he allowed his hands to innocently caress her shapes.
-Is this too forward? -she asked, probably fearing his opinions about her advances.
-Not at all, my love. We are to marry in a couple days.
-I am just so aware that you lay restless and alone just one flight of stairs away from me...
-I have been struggling to sleep lately, more than normal. –he said tucking an unruly curl behind her ear, kissing her forehead- I love you dearly, Catelyn. I love every single thing about your ways.
-I am your woman, Tywin. More than just your bride. -and she looked at him, drawing his expressions with her thumb.
He had dreamed with this moment, when having her on his bed would be possible, when the only thing separating them would be their will to wait. He pulled her for a kiss, and she allowed him to taste her, and explore her mouth with his tongue. He was holding her so tightly, that she was almost fully laying on top of him, and that couldn't feel better.
His hands wandered down her spine, feeling the shape of her body, and Tywin would make sure to keep his breeches on and her shifts down, but that didn't meant he couldn't feel her. She was a bit shaken, but he could tell that her shivers were due to the anticipation of pleasure.
-Are we to never sleep apart from now on? -he asked, hearing her small cry when he shifted their positions and trailed down her chest with kisses.
-I do not believe I would be able, my love... -she entangled her fingers on his hair and almost guided him down inside her garments.
Tywin kissed the sides of her breasts, cupping them softly and playing with the erect nipple. Her waist was tiny, even without corsetry. He could see that she was just as quick as himself to get fully aroused, and with that, he made himself stop, and return to kisses and cuddles. It had become very important to him to be able to wait for her time. And their time was about to come. If he would be completely truthful, her presence was all he needed to find some serenity, and she was quick to absorb him on her embrace and allow him to settle.
-Should we try to sleep? -she suggests after some deep passionate kisses, and Tywin, feeling like a little boy protected on the arms of the Maiden, closed his eyes and felt all the tension in his body leaving him- Good night, my love.
-Good night, darling.
He couldn't explain, but the struggle to fall asleep was gone. He woke up with the first lights, holding his lady on his arms, feeling well rested and happy. Catelyn's braid had undone itself completely, and she had this halo of fiery hair around her head. He smiled, unsure if it was possible to love her any more. He remained quiet, almost covering her eyes to protect her from the lights that would eventually wake her up. That had been his best sleep in the matter of weeks.
Enya was the one to come and take her away.
-Catelyn... My darling, you need to wake up. -he said, once he computed Enya's presence at the door.
-Is Enya here?
-She is. -he kissed her forehead, and allowed her to extend her muscles, covering a yawn with her little hands.
-Good morning, my love. -she hugged him, planting a kiss on his lips- How did you sleep?
-Like a child.
-Good... -she stood up and collected her robe from the floor- See you for breakfast?
-Of course.
She readied herself and left the room, certainly following Enya back to her own chambers. He was pretty sure that, if asked, she would tell the truth and say they had spent the night together. But Enya would probably be there to make it look like Catelyn had spent the night with her, like they usually did.
He had a final fitting for his doublet, to the wedding, and knew that Catelyn needed to make some decisions on the kitchen. That afternoon, he saw as the castle started to be dressed up for the event, with Genna and Saera absolutely absorbed by the task. Neither him not Catelyn expected for those things, but it was happening anyway. They had buckets of white roses everywhere, and the poor servants were busy making sure the hundreds of tiny mirrors would be hanging nicely from the roof, throwing rainbow colours all around the solar.
-Rowan... -Tywin said, when his fitting was finally done and he could be alone with the man- Do you have any intentions with Lady Enya?
The man couldn't contain his shock, and stuttered some excuse that Tywin thoroughly ignored.
-Good man, let me tell you one thing... -he observed the young one, who didn't know if it would be correct to look Tywin in the eye- Do not waste this opportunity. If there's a lady in Westeros capable of understanding you and your grief, that is Enya Mallister.
-I am just a second son, Lord Tywin.
-But you are much wealthier than your brother, aren't you? You might not be able to offer her a castle, but I wouldn't like to have any of you away from Casterly Rock. You have properties, don't you?
-Yes, my lord, but...
-A large Villa by the ocean?
-Yes.
-Where you could both retreat to when in need of peace and quiet. A place to raise your children, maybe. Land, servants?
-Do you believe she would accept?
-I do not know, but she has only good words about you to my lady Catelyn. And if you have any intentions, the time is now, before we leave. She is a widow, but she is a noble woman, and her lady mother is here.
-Of course... -Tywin could see he was trembling- It... It would please me greatly if I could have your permission, my lord. To marry the Lady Enya, if she wishes to.
-Oh, my dear Rowan... -Tywin held his shoulder and smiled- Go get your lady, before she gets you. -and laughing nervously, he made his way out of the improvised atelier.
His own wedding was to happen in the next morning, and Catelyn had been so busy, he could barely see her at all. At dinner, however, she took him to the gardens and inquired about Enya and Rowan.
-So, what do you know? -he asked, an eyebrow rose inquisitively.
-He asked to have a word with her, but instead of a word, he just took her on his arms and kissed her.
Tywin couldn't believe, afraid of Enya being offended, but also proud of the boy for going after what he wanted. They were all young and careless, owed some of the best years of their lives due to the war. He could see in Catelyn's softness and delicate ways that she was only a girl in many ways. And Enya was no different.
-Is she alright?
-She is engaged! She took him to her mother and told her to inform Lord Jason that she was going to marry that man, as soon as possible.
-They... -Tywin laughed- They are different kind of people, aren't they?
-Well, is the same thing she told me, moons ago when I was daydreaming about you in the Twins... When you know, you know.
-Indeed. -he pushed her hair away from her face, being blown lightly by the breeze- And are you ready to marry me in the morning?
-I am ready to marry you since that day in the Twins. -she kissed his lips- Are you ready?
-As ready as I can be. -and they kissed with a bit more of urge, glad for the bright moon being partially covered by clouds.
The night before, when she came to sleep on his arms, Tywin needed every ounce of self-control to stop himself from pouncing over her. Today, if repeating it was her plan, he wouldn't make any promises. It was absurd that he had waited so long, but now, the night before the vows, he was struggling that hard to keep his instincts down.
-Must I expect you on my chambers tonight?
-With all certainty.
And so there she was, a bit later than in the previous night, looking tired but just as warm and loving than before. She asked for a glass of wine, just casually sitting on the edge of the desk.
-You barely touched any wine during supper.
-I barely touched any food, and asked for supper to be brought to my chambers.
-We have too many people to entertain. -he placed the gobblet on her hands, having served himself with some as well.
-But tomorrow is our day. -her little hands were already touching his chest, and losing his robe- And I will reserve the right to be selfish with you.
-I think is only fair. -he stood in front of her, very close, and felt her lips, humid with wine, placing little kisses on the skin that was available.
She was wearing a long robe, in dark green, but by the way she was sitting, with crossed legs, he could tell that she wasn't wearing much more than that. Her little feet placed into furry slippers, and her hair loosely braided. She took another sip of wine and placed the gobblet on the table, next to her. And now, with both hands free, she removed Tywin's robe, pulling him closer.
He knew what he was being invited to do. The burning need in her eyes didn't left space for much else. He held the crane of her neck, and took her lips for a kiss, with his other hand unrobing her to reveal the most delicate set of undergarments, done in the same fashion of the robe. She was barely covered, and Tywin's only reaction was to suppress a moan.
She supported herself with her hands on the table, and stared at him giving permission for any progress he would chose to take. Tywin felt his erection pulsating, almost painfully, and stroke himself for a second, rearranging the volume on his pants, before he could turn his attention back to his lady.
-If I undress you further... -his voice was deep with desire, breaking on the way to his mouth when she uncrossed her legs, and accommodated him between them, her eyes never leaving his.
Reason was no longer present in the room, and that young lady knew how to tease him properly, and he was happy to oblige. In a swift movement, he took her from the desk, her legs tight around his waist, and placed her on the bed, kissing her so passionately that breathing seemed non important.
Somehow, his pants were no longer dressing him, and after a few minutes of intense exploration, Tywin was about to kiss a completely different set of lips. She was fully naked, and in the dim lights of the chambers, he couldn't see her in great detail. But he didn't have to.
That was his beloved bride, right there, surrendered to him, ready to please him and to allow her body to enjoy the blissful ache of making love. But not quite yet. Tywin separated her legs slightly, and she was certainly not expecting what was coming next. Catelyn didn't even try to contain her moaning, when Tywin's mouth explored her womanhood ever so thoroughly. Her fingers entangled on his hair, her back arching and one hand firmly holding the frame of the bed. She tasted too good, and he would drink from her until she couldn't hold it any longer. Her intimate lips were delicate and tiny, and the little bud of nerves was almost too sensitive. His tongue found her entrance, and he debated if he should prepare her on what was to come, but decided against it. He could wait, but it seemed she was just about giving up on her senses, and with one hand holding a breast, and the other keeping her intimacy open to him, he suctioned her clit until she convulsed in burning pleasure underneath him.
-Oh, my love... -she pulled him up, and kissed him over and over, tasting herself on his lips.
Tywin had now to massage himself, the tip of his penis occasionally touching her slit, and extracting little sounds from her that would completely challenge his self-control. He knew she didn't know what to do, but his arousal was so intense that he couldn't think of anything else but to penetrate her. That, however, still couldn't be.
They could share the most intense intimacy, but that part they would save for when they were husband and wife.
Tywin was aware that he sounded like an animal, and that his hands were not being enough. He felt some frustration growing on his chest, but it had nothing to do with his lady. Her hand was cupping his balls while he massaged himself, and her kisses were so loving and so erotic that he was not recognizing himself.
-Darling... -he begged, his forehead pressed on hers- Turn around.
There was some confusion on her face.
-Please, trust me. I need this.
She agreed silently, and laid on her side, with his body almost immediately moulding itself to hers. When he could feel her shapely backside pressed against his groin and the lower part of his abdomen, he groaned, making sure to cuddle her and kiss her shoulders, while caressing a breast and playing with the erect nipple. His manhood was well nested between her mounds of flesh, and he moved as a way to massage himself with her body. Catelyn didn't seemed to mind, and to some extent she was even enjoying it, holding his leg with one of her hands, to keep him nearer.
-I love you... -he said, his face tucked into her neck whilst his apex neared- Oh, Catelyn, I love you... And this is too good, I do not want it to end...
-It will never end. -she promised, covering his hand that grabbed her breast- This is just a small pause... Let it come, my love... Let it come knowing that next time it will be inside me.
Tywin muffled his scream on the pillow, feeling his hot seed spill over the small of her back. He held her against him very tight, his body shaking like he couldn't control it. And he probably couldn't. It had been almost painful, and her softness was so soothing that immediately, he felt the drowsy relaxation of a violent orgasm drain his forces. But he couldn't let his lady tainted with his seed, not now and not ever.
-Please, don't move. -he asked, giving her little kisses on her spine- I will be right back.
He fetched a damp cloth from the porcelain bowl and cleaned her carefully, making sure that he was also properly tidy. Only then, he pulled her back on his arms, and explained what had just happened.
She was still so innocent, so curious about things, and at the same time, she could say the most exhilarating stuff.
He couldn't know if he had chosen her, or if she had chosen him, or maybe they were brought together by a higher power. Tywin only knew that in the morning, that would be Catelyn Lannister, his wife. The Lady of the West and the Riverlands. The most beautiful creature he had ever seen, sometimes even more so than his beloved Jo, who had an entirely different type of beauty.
He loved her with all his heart, and he already had heard teasing about being ruled by his ladies whilst ruling the rest of Westeros. And that was no bother. Wise men keep their wives happy, wise men recognize their wives value, and Tywin would not marry again if the woman in question was not capable of surpassing any of his expectations. And from day one, Catelyn had proven to be one class above any other female he had ever met. Even Jo, who dominated him, but who was absolutely smitten with the idea of motherhood, of bringing up the twins, of having more children. He expected Catelyn to be the same, when the time comes, but Jo had never ruled before, she had never had any real power or difficult experiences in life. Catelyn was hardened by the war, and learned how to lead from a very young age. He had seen how loved she was in the Riverlands, by noble and common folk. The Mallisters had her as a daughter, and her ladies, Saera included, would do anything for her. The castle had been filled with older ladies, that came from all around to be with her in this time of change. And so many were asking her to take their daughters as her ladies in waiting, something both her and Tywin decided against, for the time being. They were absolutely decided to be selfish with each other for a while. Maybe even going away, just them and a beautiful place with the luxuries he would make her used to.
-You are very quiet, my love... -she said, making him smile.
-I am dreaming of the life we will have.
-Good. -she kissed him- Now, try to keep dreaming on your sleep.
-Having you here makes me sleep so much better...
-I experience the same, I feel so safe...
-Is because you are. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, Catelyn. To keep you safe, to honour you...
-Good. Right now, I just wish for you to rest. We have an early start tomorrow.
And just like that, the sun was peering on the horizon, and Catelyn was already up, her nakedness already enrobed, but he could tell she was not bothering with any undergarments. She had just finished tying her hair on a braid and after kissing him, she made her way to the door.
-Catelyn... -he stopped her from leaving- Next time I see you...
-I will be across the Sept, ready to be made yours and yours alone.
And with a smile, she left.