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Catelyn smiled at him thenโ€”truly smiled, the kind that softened her whole face and settled something deep and quiet in her chest. She turned her head slightly, meeting his gaze, unafraid of the cold so long as he was beside her. โ€œOur family,โ€ she echoed softly, as though the
Their hand still cuddles together linked to one another as Ned smiled at her words. โ€”โ a fire sounds delightful in this kind of weather cat. { + }
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them, gentle but certain, โ€œโ€”is what I hold to.โ€ The wind tugged at her hair, cold fingers reminding her of winterโ€™s patience, and she nodded in agreement. โ€œYes,โ€ she murmured, already turning with him toward the warmth of the keep. โ€œLet us go inside. I would rather face the
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cold at your side than any warmth aloneโ€”but I wonโ€™t deny Iโ€™m looking forward to that fire.โ€ She leaned into him as they walked, shoulder to shoulder, her voice quiet and sure. โ€œCome, my love. Tonight, Winterfell can wait.โ€
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Catelyn did not flinch at the name Targaryen, nor at the ghost of Lyanna that seemed to drift between them. Instead, her expression deepenedโ€”somber, steady, utterly composed. โ€œSansa,โ€ she said softly, โ€œyour father never judged a child for the sins of their father. He would not
Her motherโ€™s words emboldened her, gave her confidence she didnโ€™t know she was missing. Yes. Aegon would be honoured to be invited to their table, because he would understand how big of a decision this was for Sansa to welcome him into her heart. He knew that she had suffered +
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weight of your house and the grace of your own character.โ€ She squeezed Sansaโ€™s hands. โ€œHold your head high when you speak to him. Robb will hear the truth in your voice.โ€ Then, softerโ€”almost a motherโ€™s vow: โ€œAnd when Aegon comes to our table, I will look at him not as a
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Targaryen, not as a prince, but as the young man who has earned a place beside my daughterโ€™s heart. That is all that matters to me.โ€ A final, quiet assurance. โ€œAnd your father would want nothing less.โ€
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Catelynโ€™s breath caughtโ€”just a littleโ€”at the kiss he pressed to her hand. It was such a small gesture, yet it warmed her more than any fire ever could. She let their hands fall back between them, still linked, still steady, as they walked across the familiar stones of
Tonight cat .?โ€ Ned mentioned as he smiled over at her walking across the stones under their feet. his arm still with hers.
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to meet his, full of quiet affection. โ€œI have no grand desires this evening, Ned. Only the comfort of your presence.โ€ A pause; the faintest teasing note. โ€œAnd perhaps,โ€ she murmured, โ€œa cup of warm wine to chase away this cold.โ€
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Her thumb brushed his knuckles again, slow, tender. โ€œCome, my love. Letโ€™s go inside before Winterfell freezes us both solid.โ€
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Catelyn saw the shiftโ€”the brightening at the thought of Aegon, the sudden shadow when Nedโ€™s memory rose like a bladeโ€”and she tightened her hold on Sansaโ€™s hands just a little. Not restraining. Steadying. Reminding her daughter that ghosts did not rule this hall anymore.
Her mother was perhaps the wisest woman Sansa knew. Mother knew the whims of the world despite all that was thrown at her. She found a way to soldier through a world that had been cruel to all of them, and found words of guidance and wisdom. Part of Sansa prayed that she would +
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benediction. โ€œAnd know this: whatever I see in him, whatever comes of this meetingโ€ฆ I am glad you have someone who brings you peace. That alone is a blessing the gods seldom grant lightly.โ€ Her voice softened to a near whisper. โ€œWhen you ask him to join us, speak with
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confidence. You are not a frightened girl seeking approval. You are Sansa Stark of Winterfell. And any man would be fortunate to be invited to your table.โ€
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