No damsel in distress, don't need to save me//Once I start breathing fire, you can't tame me – Catelyn Stark/Rhaenys Targaryen
A/N: Fic 3/42 for my 6x6 @julybreakbingo card with Alts.
Catelyn Stark, formerly Catelyn Tully, had come to her when her husband and children were killed. Hurt danced in her eyes even as she pledged her love to Rhaenys Targaryen. Her Queen, the Queen who never was but always would be for Catelyn. Love as loyalty was rare, even now. Catelyn’s fear and need had bonded them close, especially when Corlys had died in Rhaenys’ place, leaving her to rule alone as she mourned her love. Now, though, she had Catelyn, whose gentle honest love was a balm she had never expected to find. Danger would follow Catelyn, the woman tucked behind Rhaenys even as Meleys set the men aflame, a roaring anger that Rhaenys had never voiced came from Meleys instead. Once home Catelyn had followed Rhaenys in silence to their bedroom, curling close with a soft, contented sigh. Rhaenys’ fingers thread through the copper-brown hair that falls loosely around Catelyn’s shoulders, her lips pressed to her hairline. It’s peace, she thinks, peace and loyalty, that allow her to love Catelyn so well.