Seventh House of Westeros ♛ Written

[songsandstories]

[Locked to Catelyn Stark.]

I do not trust this, nor shall I ever write down what I need to tell you.

Please come to my rooms.

Do not bring Arya. Please let me explain whatever Tyrion has said.

[No one in Paradisa knew of Sansa's marriage in the Castle, but she could not trust anything at the moment. She was keeping to her room until Catelyn came. She was keeping to her room period. If she could just avoid Tyrion, maybe things would not fall a part.]

ooc: if anyone is looking for Sansa, she'll be in hiding for a few days. Any are welcome to action it up to show up in her room.

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[wintercat]

[She doesn't even bother to respond over the journal. She heads directly to Sansa's rooms- how could she not?- and knocks at the door.]

[songsandstories]

[She opens the door, peering into the hallway before ushering her in.]

Hello.

Sorry for the slow

[wintercat]

Hello.

[She enters and...just kind of stands awkwardly in the entryway for a bit. She doesn't know what to do, daughter. :(]

no worries

[songsandstories]

[She smiles, but it's strained.]

So you know.

[wintercat]

A little. [She fully admits that she doesn't know the full details. Just a sketchy outline of events. And Tyrion was about the last person she was going to ask for clarification.]

[songsandstories]

I have yet to speak with him. [Hence the filter and the urgency of speaking. She snuck her into her room.]

Joffrey and I were never wed. After he Battle of Blackwater, I was no longer betrothed to him.

[wintercat]

I will say nothing to him. [It's not hard to figure out that that's what she wants.]

And thank the Seven for that.

[songsandstories]

My thanks.

[She turns.] The Lannisters could not lose me. Tyrion was no longer the Hand. They arranged it. But I knew there was an escape plan. Petyr promised to get me out, and he did.

I am no longer a Stark, but a Lannister.

[wintercat]

[Catelyn will just seat herself in the nearest chair, taking a moment to absorb all this. To hear her call herself a Lannister- her immediate reaction is repulsion. It's hard to reconcile someone she loves being linked with a family she hates so passionately. She rubs her forehead as if warding off a headache.]

This changes nothing. Not for me. [Sansa is still her daughter. Stark or not, she'd still do anything for her.]

[songsandstories]

[She crosses her arms and looks back at her.]

I had no choice. [Not with what Joffrey was threatening. Though that mattered little since he still saw her as his. Her lip curls.]

[wintercat]

I know. [Sansa had little choice in anything, it seems. It's just...difficult for Cat to wrap her mind around.]

[songsandstories]

I am not yet certain how to approach this. He was never unkind to me and good husband. [She still maintained her maidenhood, thank the Seven.]

[wintercat]

I will follow your wishes. [She has no idea how to handle this either. How did everything get to be such a mess? It used to be so simple.]

[songsandstories]

It is best if I talk to him first. I acknowledge the vows we made, but we are not home. I do not wish to be his wife here. [Or any where.]

I am uncertain if he is even alive back home.

[wintercat]

And Arya? What would you have me tell her?

[songsandstories]

I am certain she would probably kill him if she knew.

[wintercat]

[She actually laughs. Maybe she shouldn't have, but it strikes her as funny all the same.]

You are probably right.

[songsandstories]

[There's a small smile.]

It is not something I want her knowing, though I am sure he will tell her.

[wintercat]

She will be hurt if she hears it first from him.

[songsandstories]

She will find fault with me for some part of it no matter.

[wintercat]

She wouldn't be so harsh with you if she did not care. She loves you, in her own way.

[songsandstories]

She is still angry and doesn't understand. [No one really did. It somehow made her feel even more lonely with her own family, though she did manage to take some joy from knowing they were safe here.]

[wintercat]

She is very young.

[songsandstories]

I am trying.

[wintercat]

We all are.

[songsandstories]

I know. It is... trying. [It was her. She knew. Catelyn and Arya were from much earlier. It was hard to relate.]

[wintercat]

You are worth the effort.

[songsandstories]

[She turns to look at her mother and nods.] It is still hard, being here.

[wintercat]

I wish I could say it becomes easier. [But it doesn't. Not really.]

[songsandstories]

It never does. I thought things would be better with family here. Robb is gone now. [She sighs. What if Catelyn leaves, too?]

[wintercat]

[It's something that she's thought about. Quite a bit.] I wish... [But wishing doesn't do anything. So instead of finishing that sentence, she just pulls Sansa closer and kisses the side of her head.]

[songsandstories]

[She gives the smallest hint of a smile before pulling away.]

At least we are safe here. [That's what she keeps telling herself.]