❝ She realised that no one was coming to save her, so she saved herself. ❞
Jaime marries Ned Stark's daughter upon the king's command. Lyarra is a capable lady of the Westerlands and a dutiful wife, but when war breaks out between the Starks and the...
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❝ Mothers and daughters existing as wretched mirrors of each other:
I am all you could have been and you are all i might be. ❞
-Anonymous
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Following the attack, Catelyn had become a new woman. No longer would she wallow over her son's limp body, not when there were enemies in the very keep her and Bran were staying in. Her boy had never fallen before, had never even slipped! He was sure-footed and steady. Somebody must have pushed him, and Catelyn was going to find out who if it was the last thing she did.
She was standing in the courtyard, in the area where Bran's broken body had been found. Catelyn choked on a sob at the mere sight of the ground, remembering the fear and sheer melancholy she had felt upon finding her son – her precious boy – lying on the ground. She pushed back her feelings and forced herself to focus.
"Excuse me," she said to a passing servant.
"Lady Stark," the servant inclined his head in respect.
"I was just wondering... would you mind telling me who occupies the rooms on this side of the castle?" Catelyn asked the servant politely, pointing to the area of the keep that overlooked the sight of Bran's fall. The servant looked unsure. "Oh, forgive me. I was only wondering who was lucky enough to have such a fine view of the courtyard."
"Very well, my lady," he replied, nodding his head in submission. He pointed to the area she had indicated. "The first floor is the kitchen, the next two floors are the servant's quarters, the fourth the library, the fifth is just empty space that is rumoured to be a hidden passageway."
"And the sixth and seventh?" Catelyn pressed, knowing that if her son was pushed while climbing, given the damage done to his body he must have fallen from quite a height.
The servant narrowed his eyes in concentration. "Years ago they were Queen Cersei's bedchamber. I think she stayed in them again with her husband and children during her stay in Casterly Rock. They are fine chambers. They overlook the sea on one side, and the courtyard on the other."
"Thank you very much," Catelyn said gratefully, though her attention was not on the servant. She stared up at top floor, at the window where her son was most likely pushed out of. Why? Why would she do it? The queen had given Catelyn her condolences and had told Catelyn of the death of her eldest child as a babe. She seemed so... genuine. There are liars. These southerners don't even know how to speak truthfully. The sooner she returned to Winterfell, the better.
