#ofcatelyns

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@ofcatelyns stark residence

Ever since that Gods forsaken wedding, Edmure couldn’t help but look over his shoulder wherever he went.  It seemed like heads from every major family were targeted, and he couldn’t help but wonder if Lysa was targeted as a Tully, an Arryn, or both.  And would things have been different if Edmure had been in attendance?  Had he been on that list of those with warrants for their death? There was another thought as well, festering in the back of his mind, feeding the suspicion he felt where ever he looked: the Krakens had killed their own, i what seemed to be a grab for power.  And Edmure couldn’t help but wonder if something similar could happen to him.  Despite what people thought, the man wasn’t stupid, he knew in the 8 or so months since his father’s passing, and since his ascension to Admiral, that things had not progressed the way some had hoped.  But he’d be damned if let his father’s legacy slip through his fingers, in fact, said fingers would have to be cold and stiff for someone to take it away from him and the Tully name.  

That being said, one of the only places he felt like he could take a breath, release the tension that rolled through his body, was at Catelyn’s.  Even more so than his own apartment, although why he wasn’t sure.  Ever since Catelyn had left the family home, Edmure would always find himself at wherever she was when he was stressed or needing to escape the oppressive need of pleasing everyone around him.  So at this point, he rarely bothered knocking.  

The man let his body melt into the chair across from where she had stationed herself.  “What’re we drinking tonight, Catey-Cat?”