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“You must!” Cat hissed to her good sister, making sure no one had over heard.

“This war will not end, until you marry Robert, he put on this whole war for you, Lyanna. To reveal that you have been ruined…” Catelyn glanced at the infant, the son of a dead man and the sister she had gained by marriage.

“It will be the death of us all.”

Lyanna’s holding the baby close to her, under the guise of being little more then a loving aunt. The baby boy had fallen asleep midway through the feast, not unlike his cousin who slept peacefully in her good sister’s arms. 

“H-he knows I’m ruined.” Lyanna hisses. “H-he knows - knows what happened b-but he doesn’t - doesn’t know about.” her eyes dart to the baby, hoping the other woman will pick up on the meaning. 

“He’s horrible Catelyn.” Lyanna whispers. “Look at him, I-I don’t - I can’t let him - I can’t have him in my bed.” The very thought of this man in her bed brings panic to settle in her stomach. Rhaegar had been bad enough, but Robert, drunken, ale-smelling Robert? She couldn’t do it.

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LARKSPUR: Familial affection

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“Oh it’s beautiful! Thank you mother.” she beamed, twirling the stem between her fingertips, the fragrance soft and pleasing. “What is this one? I don’t think I’ve seen it before.” 

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It wasn’t often Ned said such things, he was a solemn man, serious of face and word. Yet those tender words made her smile.

“Such sweet words,” Catelyn murmured as she tangled her fingers in Ned’s under the table, such an intimate touch between a lady and her lord husband. “What’s gotten into you this evening, my lord?”

Ned looks over at Catelyn in his chair, they were enjoying a rare private dinner after the children were in bed .His grey eyes meet her blue ones, that deep Tully blue he’d fallen in love with before he knew the woman who hid behind them. 

What had gotten into him? He didn’t know, not exactly, but there was that familiar sadness beginning to encroach on him this evening. The kind of sadness he only got when he thought of Jon Snow’s mother, of the sister that lay beneath Winterfell in the dark damp crypts. “I just need you to know that.” He says heavily, taking his free hand and clasping it over the hand she’d intertwined with his. “That I love you more then anyone in the world. And I’m the luckiest man alive to have you.”