[ It felt has though Brandon had not been gone very long at all before the raven had come - dark wings, dark words - and yet she had not wanted to believe it, believe that the man to whom she was betrothed had been murdered at the orders of the Mad King. They were in the midst of the rebellion, and while she had known the dangers of losing many men were ever present - it was nothing compared to the news they had received that both Brandon and his father were now dead.
But Hoster Tully had secured an alliance through marriage with the Starks - and while one son was dead, another still remained to honor the betrothal. With both houses still in mourning, Catelyn wore dark colors on her wedding day to Eddard Stark, a heavy fur slung across her shoulders to represent the cold home that would now be hers at Winterfell. Winter is coming. They were words foreign to her, and yet she was a Stark now - they were a truth she would have to adopt as her own.
The festivities are still going on when the two of them are sent upstairs - but even those cheers are somewhat sobered by the recent pangs of loss. Eddard had neither father or brother to stand by his side as they'd spoken their vows - and even the time Catelyn will spend with him will be short, as he is set to ride to join Robert Baratheon within a fortnight.
She stands in the center of the room, drawing her cloak around her shoulders, and realizes for all she knew about Brandon, she knows even less about his brother - a man who stands silent and solemn behind her, the noise of the revelry downstairs shut out as the door is closed tight. ]
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But Hoster Tully had secured an alliance through marriage with the Starks - and while one son was dead, another still remained to honor the betrothal. With both houses still in mourning, Catelyn wore dark colors on her wedding day to Eddard Stark, a heavy fur slung across her shoulders to represent the cold home that would now be hers at Winterfell. Winter is coming. They were words foreign to her, and yet she was a Stark now - they were a truth she would have to adopt as her own.
The festivities are still going on when the two of them are sent upstairs - but even those cheers are somewhat sobered by the recent pangs of loss. Eddard had neither father or brother to stand by his side as they'd spoken their vows - and even the time Catelyn will spend with him will be short, as he is set to ride to join Robert Baratheon within a fortnight.
She stands in the center of the room, drawing her cloak around her shoulders, and realizes for all she knew about Brandon, she knows even less about his brother - a man who stands silent and solemn behind her, the noise of the revelry downstairs shut out as the door is closed tight. ]