oftheriverlands replied to your post: “… Father? Is is truly you?” Catelyn took a small step forward, her hands clasped before her as she watched the man- No, it could not be… But it was, she knew it was. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her face buried in his shoulder, “Father…”
“Do not leave again-” It was a childish request, really, but she had said it anyway. Her arms tightened around her father for a moment before pulling back slightly, “I missed you so…”
The smile on Hoster's face only widened at his daughter's plea, but she did not seem to understand how leaving her would be the last thing he'd ever want to do. He still remembered the day he'd had to say goodbye to her, the day where she became a woman, where she was to be married with Eddard Stark, the future Lord of Winterfell. How beautiful she had been, with her head held high, yet sadness in her eyes, for leaving Riverrun meant leaving home, leaving childhood, leaving family. Family was always the most important thing, though, and she always blessed her old father with visits, every once in a while. "I would never leave you, little Cat, and never will I, I promise." Unless I have no choice. Not even the Lord of Riverrun could win against the inevitable fate that was every man's fate. "I missed you too, sweetling. But I am here now. And I'm not going anywhere."