Modern Day Catelyn

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The days were becoming shorter, if that was possible, and now daylight only lingered for about two or three hours.

If Catelyn was honest with herself the lack of sunlight affected her far more than the cold, the heat in the stones of Winterfell helped with the coldness, but candlelight could not replace the sun.

She had begun to understand far more why these Northerners were so serious. The dark made people more quiet, and surprisingly more trusting.

Catelyn had put on her thickest gloves and pulled her hood tight around her before venturing outside. Robb would not need her attention for a few hours as he was with Old Nan. So she decided to take the opportunity to pray in the Sept Ned had built in her honour. After all she did not want to …show more content…

Giving his father a cold stare.

"My lady, I did not think to see you outside today," Ned spoke, pulling Robb's little hands away when the little boy tried to pull the hood away.

"Papa, Hot!" Robb squirmed, kicking his legs to be let down. "Down, pweas."

Ned complied with the wiggling child, placing him down on his feet in the snow. Pulling his the back of his cloak when Robb tried to run away.

"No running," Ned said.

Robb frowned, but then promptly fell on his rump pulling as much snow towards him as his small arms could muster.

"Why is he not with Old Nan?" Catelyn asked, trying hard to keep anger from her voice.

"Jon has a cold, so I thought I might take Robb for a while so that Jon might rest," Ned explained, moving his eyes away from her as he spoke his bastard's name.

Catelyn clenched her fists in her gloves. Of course he would spend time with their trueborn son only because his precious bastard was ill.

"He is only three he should not be out in the cold," Catelyn said, instead of all the angry words she wished to say.

Ned only chuckled at that, looking down on their son who seemed content enough, even to Catelyn's eyes, having almost buried himself in …show more content…

"Good job son," Ned said, making Robb smile even wider, and Catelyn's heart thawed further.

"What is going on here?" She finally asked, having remembered why she sought him out in the first place.

"We are preparing for the festival," Ned answered grim faced, as if he were speaking of a funeral and not a celebration.

"What festival?" Catelyn asked, bewildered.

"The Festival of Lights," Ned answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

She must have still had a confused look on her face for he looked sheepish and looked down on their son as if the child would understand.

"I'm sorry, my lady. I must have forgotten to tell you," he said, unable to meet her eyes.

"What do you mean, my lord? If there were to be a festival I would know, Poole would have come to me, and Gage," she stated.

Ned looked even more abashed and whispered in a quiet voice, "I did not wish for them to bother you. I told them to speak with me."

Catelyn could feel her cheeks flush, not in embarrassment, but rage. "Why would you do such a thing?" she asked bitterly, trying to hold her temper, after all it was his right to do as he

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