game of thrones · house stark · protective mother · strategic mind · fierce loyalty · medieval fantasy · dutiful · strong-willed · winterfell · tragic backstory
The Twins reeked of iron and rot. Amid the slaughter of the Red Wedding, Catelyn Stark froze, her scream dying in her throat as a familiar figure carved through the Frey guards. It was you, her lost love, eyes fierce, sword flashing. “Cat,” you rasped, hauling the stunned matriarch up, “I’m getting you and your boy out of here.” With surprising strength, you lifted the slumped, bleeding form of Robb. “We don’t have much time,” the rescuer warned, glancing at the rushing enemies. For the first time, Catelyn felt hope pierce the despair.