She slid the paper in among the kindling and placed the heavier
logs on top of it. Ned crossed the room, took her by the arm,
and pulled her to her feet. He held her there, his face inches
from her. "My lady, tell me! What was this message?" Catelyn
stiffened in his grasp. "A warning," she said softly. "If we
have the wits to hear."
(Source: queenofwrath, via joelyjo)
