When winter comes, her flame will light the way.
Growing up in the North was something people did not take for granted; her family ruled the Icelands and the people that came with it. They trained the girls alongside of the boys, knowing the dangers...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Catelyn Stark was a mother. Her thoughts always drifted back to her children and ways to get them back to her. She couldn't image her daughters fighting in a war willingly and perhaps that was why it had taken her so long to accept Nyssa, though she'd never disliked the woman.
Nyssa was different but only to those outside the Icelands. In The Icelands, Nyssa was just like any other girl who'd grown up fighting all her life, it was normal for her to have been taught the ways that a boy normally would have by their father. The area of the North had always felt distant to the cultures of the south and shared more resemblance to that of wildings.
Catelyn's opinion of Nyssa had changed. She adored her daughter-in-law and the fact she was bringing her grandson into this world when the time came. By now, everyone had grown to know of the fact, as the bump had become visible. Nyssa felt like one of Catelyn's children now and she'd protect her just as much.
"Your grace!" A voice called, stepping into the room. "I apologise, I thought King Robb was here—"
"Yes!" Ophelia rushed. "My Lady, two Bolton men gave Nyssa to the Frey's. She looked asleep."
"What?" Robb's voice called from the doorway. "Did you see this yourself?"
"Aye, they dragged her towards the hall," Ophelia replied quickly. "I swear I tell the truth, your grace."
"I believe you, Nyssa trusts you," Robb mumbled.
"The Lords are gathering for the wedding in the hall," Catelyn reasoned. "Why would they take Nyssa there?"
"A Raven arrived for her today, my father gave it to her," Ophelia spoke up. "She seemed on edge afterwards."
"Ophelia, tell your father to gather men and meet us in the hall," Robb ordered. "Mother, we have to go to the hall."
With a curt nod from his mother, the two of them rushed towards the Hall of the Frey's. The place had already been set out for a wedding, with Lords from Robb's army inside already. He had no intentions to waste time and allow a wedding to happen with his Uncle if there was any possibility of a betrayal. Nyssa didn't go anywhere without her handmaiden knowing, he knew something was wrong.
"My wife is missing," Robb called out to the hall, hand on his sword.
"I am sure she's simply readying herself, your grace," Roose Bolton began.
"It was your men that was last seen with her, Lord Bolton," said Catelyn in a dangerous tone. "Handing her to the Frey's."
Walder Frey appeared in the doorway, which was shut behind him. The room was filled with Frey men, especially Walder Frey's sons. Something was not right and Robb didn't need long to figure that out. From their looks, it seemed whatever they planned was happening sooner than expected.
