So we know that Ned and Catelyn fell in love right? But there’s something in the books that had always bothered me, Ned not once thought about how he loved her, like Catelyn thinks of his good heart and how much she had enough love for any woman and all but Ned never used the word Love when thinking of her. He thinks about how he loves Robert and Lyanna and the children but not his wife, that’s a bit odd. So do you think Ned loved Catelyn *less* than she loved him?
You need to reread, Ned does use the word “love” with and about Catelyn. And he uses other words as well.
“…let them grow up close as brothers, with only love between them,” he prayed, “and let my lady wife find it in her heart to forgive…" –ADWD, Bran III
“I ought to know better than to argue with a Tully,” he said with a rueful smile. He slid Ice back into its sheath. “You did not come here to tell me crib tales. I know how little you like this place. What is it, my lady?” –AGOT, Catelyn I
He looked at Catelyn. “What is it? My lady, you’re shaking.” –AGOT, Catelyn II
Ned crossed the room, took her by the arm, and pulled her to her feet. He held her there, his face inches from her. “My lady, tell me! What was this message?”–AGOT, Catelyn II
Ned kissed the tears from her eyes before they could fall. “Thank you, my lady,” he whispered. “This is hard, I know.” –AGOT, Catelyn II
Not for the first time, he wondered what he was doing here and why he had come. He was no Jon Arryn, to curb the wildness of his king and teach him wisdom. Robert would do what he pleased, as he always had, and nothing Ned could say or do would change that. He belonged in Winterfell. He belonged with Catelyn in her grief, and with Bran. –AGOT, Eddard II
Ned Stark dismounted in a fury. “A brothel,” he said as he seized Littlefinger by the shoulder and spun him around. “You’ve brought me all this way to take me to a brothel.”“Your wife is inside,” Littlefinger said.It was the final insult. “Brandon was too kind to you,” Ned said as he slammed the small man back against a wall and shoved his dagger up under the little pointed chin beard.
Inside, Catelyn was waiting. She cried out when she saw him, ran to him, and embraced him fiercely.“My lady,” Ned whispered in wonderment.
“I feared you’d never come, my lord,” she whispered against his chest. “Petyr has been bringing me reports. He told me of your troubles with Arya and the young prince. How are my girls?”“Both in mourning, and full of anger,” he told her. “Cat, I do not understand. What are you doing in King’s Landing? What’s happened?” Ned asked his wife. “Is it Bran? Is he…” Dead was the word that came to his lips, but he could not say it.“It is Bran, but not as you think,” Catelyn said.Ned was lost. “Then how? Why are you here, my love? What is this place?“
He saw her hands then, the awkward way she held them, the raw red scars, the stiffness of the last two fingers on her left. “You’ve been hurt.” He took her hands in his own, turned them over. “Gods. Those are deep cuts… a gash from a sword or… how did this happen, my lady?”–AGOT, Eddard IV
“My lady,” he said, turning to Catelyn, “there is nothing more you can do here. I want you to return to Winterfell at once. If there was one assassin, there could be others. Whoever ordered Bran’s death will learn soon enough that the boy still lives.”“I had hoped to see the girls …” Catelyn said.“That would be most unwise,” Littlefinger put in. “The Red Keep is full of curious eyes, and children talk.”“He speaks truly, my love,” Ned told her. He embraced her. “Take Ser Rodrik and ride for Winterfell. I will watch over the girls. Go home to our sons and keep them safe.”“As you say, my lord.” Catelyn lifted her face, and Ned kissed her. Her maimed fingers clutched against his back with a desperate strength, as if to hold him safe forever in the shelter of her arms.
He took her in his arms again. “The Lannisters are merciless in the face of weakness, as Aerys Targaryen learned to his sorrow, but they would not dare attack the north without all the power of the realm behind them, and that they shall not have. I must play out this fool’s masquerade as if nothing is amiss. Remember why I came here, my love.” –AGOT, Eddard IV
Robert had left him no choice that he could see. He ought to thank him. It would be good to return to Winterfell. He ought never have left. His sons were waiting there. Perhaps he and Catelyn would make a new son together when he returned, they were not so old yet. And of late he had often found himself dreaming of snow, of the deep quiet of the wolfswood at night. –AGOT, Eddard VIII
Some secrets are safer kept hidden. Some secrets are too dangerous to share, even with those you love and trust. –AGOT, Eddard VIII
“My lady wife is blameless, Your Grace. All she did she did at my command.”–AGOT, Eddard X
His regency would be a short one, he reflected as the wax softened. The new king would choose his own Hand. Ned would be free to go home. The thought of Winterfell brought a wan smile to his face. He wanted to hear Bran’s laughter once more, to go hawking with Robb, to watch Rickon at play. He wanted to drift off to a dreamless sleep in his own bed with his arms wrapped tight around his lady, Catelyn. –AGOT, Eddard XIII
When he kept very still, his leg did not hurt so much, so he did his best to lie unmoving. For how long he could not say. There was no sun and no moon. He could not see to mark the walls. Ned closed his eyes and opened them; it made no difference. He slept and woke and slept again. He did not know which was more painful, the waking or the sleeping. When he slept, he dreamed: dark disturbing dreams of blood and broken promises. When he woke, there was nothing to do but think, and his waking thoughts were worse than nightmares. The thought of Cat was as painful as a bed of nettles. He wondered where she was, what she was doing. He wondered whether he would ever see her again. –AGOT, Eddard XV
(augh, my heart…) Well… hope that helps!
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