Catelyn Stark sat at a table near the front of the hall. Edmure, her brother, sat at the head table sipping wine and giggling with his young bride. She was radiating beauty and seemed so pleased. Edmure looked up and smiled at Catelyn. She smiled back. It was a beautiful ceremony, but she couldn't shake a nervous feeling. Walder Frey, Lord of the Crossing, sat at the head table by her brother and he grinned at her, raising a glass. She raised her own and sipped.
Wendel Manderly and Dacey Mormont approached Catelyn to congratulate her. She smiled politely and thanked them, but she was ready to return home. Her children needed her. Bran was very ill and the maesters feared the worst.
She looked up towards the musicians. They were playing The Bear and the Maiden Fair. It was beautiful.
Robb approached her and kissed her cheek. "Hello, mother. Are you having fun?"
She nodded and held his hand, "You have done us proud, my son. None could ask for a better son."
He kissed her cheek again before telling her he would be back shortly. He desired to visit with some of the lesser lords present at the wedding. She took another sip from her goblet before Roose Bolton sat beside her.
"A lovely evening," he said. He always smelled distinctly, but she couldn't place it now with the food about her.
"Yes, very. My brother has been blessed by the Mother with a beautiful bride."
"Truly." He bowed to her before pacing to the great oaken doors at the end of the hall. She watched him go as the song finished. She heard the next song begin and knew immediately.
And who...are you...the proud lord said...
She turned and gasped. Edmure's throat was being slit. His bride ducked beneath the table and Cat turned, screaming, "Robb! Run!" Robb was standing by the great doors and saw his uncle's gushing neck as Cat screamed. He grabbed a table knife, stabbing at one of the Frey men. The oaken doors began closing, but Robb slipped out in time. Dacey did not though. She attempted to pull open the doors, but an axe collided with her back and she fell screaming. The Frey man left the axe in her back before stabbing her in the temple.
Wendel drew his sword and stabbed two Frey brothers before losing his arm to another man. He drew a smaller knife, but he was surrounded and a crossbow bolt entered his throat. He was dead as well. Other Northern lords fell around her, but she merely stood paralyzed with fear and horror. She felt a sharp pain in her arm and looked down to find a crossbow bolt protruding from it. She looked up and saw it. The musicians were aiming right at her. She ducked, but two more bolts got her in the back. She fell and quit moving. The bowmen moved on to other targets and she slowly crawled under a table.
Walder Frey sat at his table and sipped his wine. Edmure's wife, Roslin, hid under the table beside her husband's lifeless corpse. His blood dripped onto her head, but she merely cowered. Catelyn grabbed Wendel's blade and rushed forward. She grabbed Roslin and dragged her out to the center of the hall. Walder Frey raised a hand and the slaughter stopped.
"And...what is it you think this will do, Lady Catelyn?"
"Stop, Lord Walder. Stop this at once. Let me leave and see my children again or your daughter will never see her next day." Catelyn was dizzy and barely holding on, but she had to make sure Robb was alive. She had to make sure he was safe.
Walder Frey considered her for a moment before saying, "Fine. Let my daughter go and you may walk free. I will not stop you."
Catelyn let the girl go. She fell to the floor and sobbed. Catelyn stood and dropped her blade. She had to find Robb. She had to know he was safe. She began walking towards the door, limping and stumbling over bodies. Her brother was dead, but...
"HERE COMES THE HEIR TO THE NORTH! THE HEIR TO THE NORTH! THE HEIR TO THE NORTH!" Footsteps echoed through the hall as a decapitated body hung from a log. The men carrying the body kept chanting and chanting. She looked closer and saw it. The head of Robb's direwolf, Grey Wind. She collapsed and began wailing. Her boy. Her son. Dead. Maimed by these craven Freys. She turned and rushed at Roslin, clawing at her and grabbing up the knife she had dropped. She stabbed her and screamed until there was no Roslin left and only a corpse remained.
She fell backwards and looked at the ceiling. The men had stopped chanting. Her son...dead. She began to cry and scream until a pair of lone footsteps echoed behind her. She turned and saw Roose Bolton. He drew a blade and leaned down next to her.
"The Lannisters send their regards."
Then the steel was at her throat, and its bite was red and cold.