Words Never Spoken
Her hand strokes over the stone face as the babe in her belly kicks against her side. She can hear Ned's footsteps behind her, each carefully taken so that he does not startle her and yet he does not announce his presence.
"They did well." She says when he stops a few steps behind her, allowing her some space. "Though I wish he were not so serious, it looks so unlike him."
Brandon's likeness is cold under her gloved hands with none of the heat that always radiated from his flesh present.
"It was done by the same man that did the sculptures of Father and Lyanna." Ned says. "He knew Brandon for most of his life."
"I know and he did truly well. I must write him with our gratitude.” Catelyn says, her mind wandering to how she is much to young to be here. A widow at thirty. After surviving two wars, her Lord Husband dies in a riding accident somewhere between Borrow Hall and Winterfell. Riding a horse not suited for such a journey, a wild horse for a wild lord.
"Maester Ludwin is worried and wishes you would come inside." Ned says, standing still behind her. "It is to cold for you to stay here so long."
"The babe keeps me warm. His Father's blood warms me, even if he will never know him." Catelyn replies. She had always been warmer when she carried her children and even more so now that summer is truly upon them.
"Please. Cat." Ned whispers, her name leaving his lips in a plea she has not heard from him in years. "Robb and Arya wish to see you. They need you."
"They need their Father, Ned. Robb is only a boy of two and ten and now he must become the Lord of Winterfell before he can even practice with a real sword." Catelyn thinks of her little brave boy that stood as still as stone as his Father was laid to rest, holding his sister's hand tightly so she did not try and climb into the tomb with her Father.
"Well they want you. Robb has been asking after you and Septa Mordane can't get Arya to leave your chambers." Ned tells her with a pleading tone.
"Just a few more minutes Ned. I will come soon enough. I only wanted to see the stone." Catelyn answers, turning around to face her goodbrother. He looks so much older than his brother, even if he is younger and the toll of loosing yet another member of his family has taken its toll on him, more lines on his face, more grey in his short beard and a few in his hair.
"I know you're sad, but staying here will not bring him back." Ned says, his hand coming to lie on her arm but she flinches back. Regretting it as soon as she does, knowing he only meant to sooth her, but she can not allow him to. Not here, not now.
"The thing is I am not as sad as I should be." Catelyn says, looking down on the ground. "I feel sadness for our children, for you, for Ben. For the man that was my Lord Husband, to be gone so soon and for the friend he was. But I feel no sorrow as a wife who has lost a husband, no anguish over a lover lost." Catelyn says thinking of the state of Lady Dustin as she...