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They were leaving. They were really leaving.
It was the day, the day that the King was to return to King’s Landing. The day he would take half her family with him as he went. The day Ned would leave, and abandon his gravely injured son.
Catelyn knew this day was inevitable, but that didn’t make it any easier. Her daughter came to see her before they set off. They were sad to leave her, but she could also see that they were excited to go. She supposed she couldn’t blame them. They were young girls, about to see the world for the first time. She gave them teary goodbyes, and what bits of advice she could.
Then Ned came in.
He walked into the room, looking at Bran in bed, then at her. He stood there, thinking of what words to say to her. She didn’t care what he had to say, she didn’t want to hear his words, his excuses.
“It is my duty”
“It’s best for the realm”
“Rob needs me”
All empty words to her. He was leaving her once again. He tried to give her a kiss on her cheek, but she moved away from him. Ned frowned, hurt evident on his face, but just sighed and moved to his son, pressing a kiss on his unconscious head.
He moved to the door, and sparing his wife one final glance, left.
He was leaving more than he could ever know.
A wave of deep melancholy washed over Catelyn. This last fortnight had an air of constant dread.
Luckily, she had something to help alleviate it.
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Day 1:
“GLURCKGACK...GLACK”
“Hm,” Gregor grunted, the only showing of pleasure he let escape his mouth. Catelyn’s back was pressed against the footboard of her and Ned’s bed - she was naked, kneeling on the hard stone floor as The Mountain essentially skull fucked her. Her mouth was stretched to its limit as it accommodated his size, and her throat bulged vulgarly as he slid his cock in and out of it. Her eyes were rolled into her head, well past the point of being starved for oxygen or consciousness.
This was her treatment.
Her medicine for melancholy.
To be manhandled, degraded, and utterly abused by Gregor Clegane. She’d gone and seen him several times since her son’s ‘accident’, and every time was the same. He’d throw her around, completely dominate her, use her, and she’d allow it. Hells, she craved it. He was never gentle, never any less intense. She had no misplaced thoughts that he cared about her pleasure, nor her safety for that matter whenever he violently took her, whenever she gave herself to him - that was perfectly fine with Catelyn. The violent man was able to draw pleasure from her that she didn’t even know existed. Something deep down, primal.
Back in present, Gregor slowly pulled his cock from the confines of Catelyn’s tight throat. It left her mouth with a slight *pop*, and drool and throat slime ran down Catelyn’s chin and face, into a small pool forming on the floor. She took a deep breath on instinct, breathing heavily as her mind still sat in a haze. In no position to move herself, Gregor grabbed her roughly under her arms, lifted, and threw her on the bed face first.
“Ass up.” He commanded. She doesn’t move, barely aware of where she was, He landed a hard smack to her ass, causing her to yelp out in pain, and sick pleasure.
“I said stick that ass in the air, cunt.” He growled. She obeyed, propping herself up on her elbows and knees, head down submissively. She wiggled her ass invitingly - Gregor needed no invitation though. He lined his thick member up with her slit, and drove forward savagely, stretching and filling her.
She could take him more easily now. It was still a feat in itself, but her body was changing, adapting to take his massive cock. Her cunt stretched wider, and got wetter and wetter as he fucked her. That’s not to say she wasn’t without her scars though; right under rib cage, was slight, persistent, bruising and swelling, indicating where Gregor’s cock would protrude as he crammed his huge rod in her body. But it was worth it, to have him upon her, in her, ravaging her. The sounds of their skin slapping, and her primal moans filled the room, as her treatment began.
The medicine for her melancholy.
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Day 5-9:
The next few days had a certain routine to them. Catelyn would spend all day watching over Bran.
And Gregor would fuck her.
He didn’t make it known when. There was no set schedule. He’d visit her, sometimes at night, sometimes during the day, take her to some back corner of the castle, and fuck the sense and sadness out of her. Others came to see her of course. Robb and Theon would come to try and comfort her when they could. She could barely look at Robb sometimes. Reminded her of Ned. Maester Luwin would also come see her, to check the health of Bran, but also to try and rouse her out of her bedside chair. With Ned gone, someone needed to continue with the business of the hold. Luwin only had the power to do so much, and Robb, while willing, was only knowledgeable of so much information. They needed Catelyn, and she knew it. She dreaded the idea of leaving Bran’s side; what if something happened while she was away? She’d be a hypocrite like her husband, but she understood it was her duty as the lady of Winterfell, to at least try to handle the affairs.
This was something that Gregor didn’t understand. Or if he did, just didn’t care.
He was a man of drive and intent, and when he wanted her, he wanted her. At first she tried to tell him that her duty came first, that she was a lady. Unsurprisingly, that rarely worked, and typically ended with him grabbing her by the hair, and dragging her to a secluded spot so he could ravage her. She could hardly go on to appointments with her cunt full of his seed. So she turned to her previous tactic, of outright trying to avoid the man; she felt silly doing so after all she let him do to her, but she really didn’t see any other way - and to her credit, it seemed to work. She was able to get through a few days of official business without him taking her. It would be a lie to say she didn’t ache for him those days; she’d grown accustomed to the relief he brought her in such a short time.
Once the immediate, pressing issues of the hold were dealt with, she planned on transferring all the other small matters to Luwin, so she could have a few days respite - to look over Bran again. To be with Gregor. She went to him, to tell him that he’d be able to have her again soon. Gregor had moved into one of the now many vacant rooms of the Castle, making things easier and more comfortable than sneaking off to his tent at night.

Catelyn thought she’d surprise him.

She was in for a surprise herself.

As she got closer to his quarters, she heard the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping together. Her feet stilled, and her eyes went wide. She willed herself to keep going. She reached for the door, hand shaking as she did. She pushed the door open, just a crack, and there Sandor was in bed, laying on his back, with another woman impaled on his cock. His hands gripped her hips, as he bounced her on his rod like his own personal cock sleeve. Catelyn recognized the woman. It was the whore from town, Ygritte.

Catelyn’s heart clenched painfully, and her fists were balled tightly. How dare he?

HOW DARE HE?

In her own home. It was Ned all over again. Seduced by some big titted whore. It could not stand. It would not. Catelyn pushed the door open fully, stepping through. She slammed the door loudly behind her, making her presence known. Gregor craned his head slightly, nor even bothering to stop bouncing Ygritte on his length.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She asked, voice shaking with anger.

“What does it look like?” He said simply, continuing to casually fuck Ygritte.

“Stop it this instant, or I’ll have both your heads on pikes.” Catelyn said viciously. It was a bluff. She knew it, and Gregor likely knew it. But the man ceased Ygritte’s bouncing regardless, and pushed her off his member. The young wilding moaned as his cock left her, leaving he cunt gaping. She flipped on the bed, and craned her head to look at Catelyn.

“Oh, it’s you-“ Ygritte said airily, mind still in a haze from Gregory’s rough treatment of her body. “What are ye, doin ere?”

“This is MY home.” Catelyn seethed. Ygritte just gave her a goofy smile.

“Really? Kinda big for me taste.”

Catelyn ignored her, turning her attention back to Gregor. “How-How could you? Bring this WHORE into my home? How could you do this to me?” She found herself asking desperately. Her emotions were running wild, and she tried to keep her voice steady and firm as she spoke. But then Grefor let out a bark of laughter - at her. Her face went redder, from fury and embarrassment

“Do to you?” He said, voice incredulous. “I am not your HUSBAND. I made no vow to you, and owe you nothing.”

She opened her mouth, ready to bite back, ready to rip his head off, but no words could be formed. Because he was right, and she knew it. He wasn’t her husband. He was her illicit, deranged affair. There were no words between them, no promises. He went to her when she wanted to fuck, and she went to him when she wanted to fuck - tools for each other to use. Still. Even with the logic of it, she didn’t feel any better. To have this woman in her home, pleasing the man she was intimate with not days ago. Ygritte seemed to have no interest in the conversation being had, her presence there could’ve honestly put Catelyn’s life in jeopardy if she spoke of what she just heard, but the fire kissed wilding seemed more interested in gingerly licking Gregor’s manhood as the two spoke.

Catelyn looked at the ground, trying to get a hold on her emotions. Meekly, quietly, she asked, “Am….Am I not enough.”

Gregor just snorted.

“You were busy.” He said simply. “Now stay or get out. I’m going to fuck this whore.”

Gregor grabbed Ygritte and flipped her onto her stomach, facing Catelyn. He positioned himself behind her, and gracelessly rammed his cock into her cunt.

“YEEEEEESHH!” Ygritte moaned as Gregor began to steadily fuck her again. Catelyn looked in horror before she turned foot and nearly ran out the room, before tears could run down her face. She was embarrassed. She was angry. She was ashamed. She felt like a complete fool. Thinking that a bastard of a man like Gregor Clegane could have any semblance of decency. Any semblance of heart. She felt like a fool for thinking she shared some bond with him, one that would keep him faithful to her, not that she had any right to expect that.

Further, she felt insecure. Less. Catelyn knew that she was a beautiful woman, curvaceous, tall, fair complexion. But that Wilding...she had to face the fact that Ygritte was the younger woman: breast perky, energetic, no burden of a family or marriage.

How could Catelyn compete?

Once again, a whore was chosen over her.

No.

No, by the gods, that would not stand. She wouldn’t have some harlot picked over her, not again.

She got to Bran’s room, and took her usual seat by his bed, collecting herself. She sat there, watching over her son, and planned.
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Day 14:
It was another several days before Catelyn decided to go see Gregor again. She had a plan, and she intended to stick to it. She had to endure seeing him around the castle, with his little wildling whore. Sometimes she would pass by his quarters, and hear them rutting like animals. It made the fire in her burn even more.

It took Catelyn a few days, but she finally found what she was looking for. An old dress, a gift from the Dornish following the victory of Robert’s Rebellion. A southern style dress, not at all suitable for the cold weather of Winterfell, but Catelyn didn’t care about that. The dress was enticing: slim fitting, colorful, with a keyhole to show off a woman’s cleavage. It was admittedly a bit tight, but squeezing in it and looking at herself in the mirror, she felt 10 years younger. Sexy. A thousand times more elegant than some whore and her rags. Catelyn went about her day wearing the dress, catching the eye of many servants, soldiers and castle workers. She guessed they wouldn’t have dared to look at her so openly if Ned was there, and in that vein, she was thankful that they were gone. The attention felt good. Made her feel wanted. She even caught Theon eyes wandering down to her chest and curves

Only detractors were Luwin, who thought she’d get sick if she didn’t cover up properly, and Robb, who nearly had a conniption when he saw how she was dressed. She simply told him that he didn’t understand fashion. Her goal wasn’t to impress any of these people however; she knew who she wanted to see her.

Gregor often trained in the western courtyard of Winterfell. These days, Ygritte would watch him, admiring his muscles and form. Catelyn walked through casually, as if it just happened to be the best past to her destination. She turned her head slightly, and saw Gregor’s eyes on her.

‘That’s right. Look. This is what a lady looks like. Not some whore.’
It continued like this for the rest of the day. Catelyn would occasionally make rounds throughout the castle, looking for Gregor, and just walk by, making sure to keep her back straight to accentuate her chest, to put a little extra sway in her hips - things that would catch the dark eyes of the mountain of a man. The pattern went on into the evening. Catelyn took her supper in Bran’s room as she usually did, and walked, hoping to catch Gregor once again. This time however, she couldn’t seem to find him in his usual spots. Despite his size, The Mountain could surprisingly disappear easily.

Catelyn rounded the corner of a corridor, and to her surprise, Ygritte was standing there, seemingly waiting for her.

“M’lady.” Ygritte said, playful sarcasm evident in her voice. Catelyn frowned a bit, but realized that if Ygritte was here, she wasn’t with Gregor, and she took some small comfort in that.

“What do you want?” Catelyn asked shortly.

“Gregor, he wants to see you.” Ygritte answered. Catelyn visibly perked up. Her chest swelled at the thought of Gregor asking for her, wanting her. Maybe he missed her, maybe he wasn’t satisfied with the younger wildling.

“And he sent you?” Catelyn questioned. Ygritte just shrugged, and then suddenly turned and began walking down the hall. After a second, Catelyn began to follow behind quickly. They walked in silence, besides Ygritte humming a happy tune. Ygritte’s constantly pleasant demeanor confused Catelyn, especially given she thought she made it clear that she despised the young woman; she knew it was petty, but she did. Catelyn was competitive - and the wildling had something that was Catelyn’s

They arrived at one to the guestrooms, one toward one of the further edges of the main castle. Ygritte pushed the door open, on the bed, sat a shirtless Gregor, resting his elbow on the knees, looking at the women as they entered the room.

“Gregor.” Catelyn said properly, as if greeting a dignitary. In all honesty she was happy to see him, but she couldn’t let him know that, not yet at least.

“You’re dressed different.” He said simply. Catelyn looked down at her dress, hoping it was having its desired effect.

“Yes, just an old thing I put on.” She said, trying to sound nonchalant. Gregor just frowned. He stood from the bed, and started walking toward Catelyn. She had to keep herself from taking a step back.

“You’re dressed like a WHORE.” He practically growled in his baritone voice. Catelyn’s mouth dropped open, and her face burned red. That was not the reaction she expected. That was not the reaction she wanted.

“I beg your pardon?!” She asked, trying to hold on to her dignity. Gregor just sneered at her.

“I said you look like a whore.” He repeated, taking another step closer, crowding her space. Catelyn craned her neck upwards to look at him. “Walking around, letting all those other men, those LESSER men, see you.”

Catelyn didn’t know what to say to that. It was true, her appearance certainly caught the eyes of many, but that was the point. She was trying to be alluring. Even a simple man like Gregor should’ve been able to see that.

Then it dawned on her-

He did see that...he was just angry that every other man saw that as well. A small smile graced the Lady’s face. She should’ve suspected that Gregor would be a possessive man. Heat pooled in her stomach at the thought of him being possessive of her. But she wasn’t going to let him off that easily. He’s been shacked up with a whore for the last several days.

“I thought you liked whores.” She said innocently, turning her head slightly in Ygritte’s direction. The wild woman just gave them a toothy smile. “Besides, you said it yourself, we made no vows to each other.

“Pick your next words carefully.” Gregor gritted through his teeth.

“Or what?” Catelyn replied, tempting fate.

Instead of saying anything, Gregor grabbed the front of her dress, and pulled, tearing it from her body effortlessly. Catelyn gasped at the sudden feeling of cold air on her body; she hadn’t worn any small clothes under the dress. It added to the appeal. He grabbed her harshly by the hair, making her moan out.

“If you want to act like a whore, I will treat you like one.” He promised. Catelyn gulped and looked up at Gregor with lustful nervousness. This is what she wanted, this is what she needed. Just then, she remembered that Ygritte was still in the room, watching from the back.

“S-send her away.” Catelyn demanded, though it didn't come off as one. More like a feeble request.

“No. I don’t think I will.”

Gregor dragged Catelyn by her hair, and tossed her on the large bed. She landed on her front ungracefully, and she felt the bed sag as Gregor but his massive weight on it.

“Over here, now.” Gregor commanded Ygritte. She giddy walked over to the bed, stripping her dress as she walked, and lied down next to him. With Catelyn on one side, and Ygritte on the other, Gregor’s large frame was sandwiched between the two fiery red-heads.

“Remove my breeches.” He ordered. He didn’t specify who the command was for, so the two women worked in unspoken unison to undo his pants, and slide them down his hips, and tree trunk like legs. His half hard cock laid against his thigh and Ygritte took the initiative to bring him to full mast. Ygritte brought her head to his lap, and opened her mouth wide to take the head of his cock into her mouth. She began to bob her head, cramming more and more of his rod into her mouth. Catelytn scowled; she wasn’t about to be shown up by this little whore. Catelyn maneuvered herself so that she was laying between Gregor’s legs, face level with his fist sized balls. She began to lap at them, lavishing them with her tongue as Ygritte continued to suck his cock. It didn’t take long at all for Gregor to harden to his full, monstrous length. Ygritte took it as a challenge, and began to force his length down her throat.

“MROOOOORP…” She gagged as she snake down his length, lodging half of him in her throat. She pulled back, and repeated the action, again and again.
‘Look at her. The whore can’t even take him down properly.’ Catelyn thought. She felt a wave of misplaced superiority wash over her at the fact that had repeatedly taken his full length into her gullet. Ygritte’s pittly efforts would never do, she decided. Catelyn detached herself from Gregor’s sack, and moved so that she was on her knees, facing Ygritte. The wildling woman looked up at Catelyn the best she could with a mouth full of cock, confusion and interest in her eyes; Gregor just raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Catelyn roughly entangled both of her hands into Ygritte’s wild hair, grabbing it by the root, and forced her head downward, HARD.

“HRUUGHRRK…” Ygritte gagged and sputtered loudly as the remaining half of Gregor’s cock was forced down her throat. Her neck bulged, and spit and drool ran down her chin. With her grip on Ygritte’s scalp, Catelyn dragged the poor girl back up Gregor’s length, about halfway, before slamming her back down, nose buried in his pubic hair. Catelyn repeated the motion again and again, setting a brutal pace, using the other woman’s throat to please Gregor. She had a wild look in her eyes and a cruel smile on her face as she did it, feeling as if she was putting the woman in her proper place.

Little did she know that Ygritte was absolutely enjoying the abuse. Her cunt dripped as Catelyn skullfucked her onto Gregor’s cock. Reminded her of how the boys used to treat her back north of the wall - good times.

Catelyn pushed Ygritte’s face all the way down, and held her there. Naturally Ygritte’s body shook and struggled at the lack of air, but after a minute, her struggling ceased, and her body went limp, jaw relaxed, eyes fluttering closed.

As fun as this all was, Catelyn couldn’t very well kill the girl, so she reluctantly dragged her back up Gregror’s rod, pulling her completely off. It took a moment for Ygritte’s sense to return to her, but soon she was gasping for air and coughing. Catelyn was satisfied with herself, thinking she took the wilding down a peg, but that was until Ygritte flashed her a goofy, lustful smile.

“Seems tha lady likes to a lil play rough.” Ygritte laughed, wiping excess drool from her mouth.

“Tits!” Gregor barked, hands rested behind his head. Ygritte immediately got into action, wrapping her tits around Gregor cock, moving them up and down, to pleasure him. Once again not wanting to lose ground to Ygritte, Catelyn pressed her breast against Ygrittes, sandwiching Gregors cock. They moved their breasts in awkward unison, no synchronization, but both working to please Gregor with their tits. He didn’t seem to be complaining. The two worked their breasts on his cock, still slick with Ygritte’s spit. Catelyn craned her head forward to press her mouth against the side of Gregor’s cock; Ygritte followed suit, giving it an opened mouth kiss. This went on for a while, occasionally Ygritte’s and Catelyn’s lips and tongue would scrape against each other, much to Catelyn’s embarrassment, and Ygritte's amusement.

“Enough.” Gregor said. The two women scooted away, giving Gregor space. The large man sat up, and looked at Catelyn. “On your back.”

Catelyn’s cunt quivered, and her heart clenched that he was picking her over the whore. She adjusted herself so that she was lying on her back as Gregor loomed over her. Ygritte fully got off the bed, instead kneeling beside it, looking over the edge of the bed, entranced. Catelyn spread her legs wide, as wide as they could go to accommodate The Mountain. He aligned his cock with her slit, and pushed forward hard. She moaned out loudly as he filled her, stretching her cunt and bulging her stomach.

She missed this.

Sure, it had only been a few days, but she was addicted to how he could make her feel. Make her come.

Leaning down and planting his hands on each side of her head, he began to drive his hips forward hard, fucking her. She reach up holding onto his back for dear life as he ravaged her, fucking her with deep long strokes.

“OhGodsOhGodsOhGods…” She moaned as her entire body rocked, tits bouncing with each hard thrust of his hips. She brought her legs up, trying her best to lock her legs over his hips.

Ygritte leaned forward from her kneeling position, mouth right next to Catelyn’s ear.

“Ya take him so well. Like ya were made fer him. Made to be fucked.” She whispered lustily. Catelyn just moaned in response. She didn’t really want the wildling talking to her, but she couldn’t help but be turned on by her words.

“He’s changed me. Changed me body. Me cunt, I don’ think I can take nother’ man after him. Won’ be the same.” Ygritte breathed into her ear.

Catelyn’s started feeling the familiar build in her stomach that she’s grown to love. Her cunt clenched, as she felt her inevitable orgasm coming. Gregor’s hips snapped against hers, as he fucked her faster with short, wild thrusts, the sound of flesh and the bed creaking filling the room.

“He’s gonna fill ya up.” Ygritte whispered with a giddy smile. “He’s gonna fill ya full.”

“Gregor..oh gods Gregor!” Catelyn moaned as her cunt began to spasm.

Gregor grunted, and hilted himself on her count and womb completely. His cock swelled, and spewed rope after rope of his potent seed onto her. Catelyn shivered through her orgasm, loving how his warm cum felt in her. Loving how he always came as deep as he could in her. It was wrong, but it was intoxicating.

Gregor rolled off of Catelyn, leaving her legs splayed open as his seed dropped from her open cunt.

“Me turn?” Ygritte asked hopefully.

Gregor just smirked slightly.

“Yes. Your turn.”
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Day: 27

The arrangement between Catelyn, Ygritte and Gregror was not one that Catelyn would’ve preferred, but she could live with it. Actually, having the other woman in the bedroom proved to give her more time to rest between sessions - Gregor was after all an insatiable man. In a way, she had found balance between Bran, her duties as lady of Winterfell, and Gregor. She wouldn’t go so far to say she was content, but this was an improvement. Catelyn even gave Ygritte a job as a servant in the castle. She didn’t actually work any, but it lowered suspicions of who she was and why she could roam the castle and get access to Catelyn’s bedroom.

Things were in what some would say peace in Winterfell. She’d spend her days with Bran, and her nights with Ygritte and Gregor. She’d hardly thought of Ned in a fortnight. Things were going ok.

That was until the fire.

She heard the dogs barking from Bran’s room. She always hated the racket they could make. She went to close the windows when she saw it. The flame licking at the sky, within the walls. She could already see men rushing towards it, seeing what they could do to stop it.

She turned back around, and in the middle of the room was a man.

A man she’d never seen before, in a grey hooded tunic. He looked at her with his pale face and sunken in eyes.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” He croaked. “Nobody’s supposed to be here.”

The man then looked at Bran.

“It’s a mercy. He’s dead already.”

Then she saw it, heard it.

His dagger.

An elegant one, with a long blade and beautiful handle.

‘No’
“No!” She yelled as the man strode toward Bran. She tried to block his path, but he batted her away with a strike to the face. The man grabbed her hair, spun her around and tried to bring the blade to her throat. Catelyn desperately brought her hands up, gripping the blade to keep it from moving. Her hands ran crimson as she struggled to keep the man at bay. The assassin was older, didn't look particularly healthy or strong...but he was strong enough. Stronger than her. She couldn’t keep the blade from her throat for long, so she did the only thing she could think of - she bit. Right on the fat of the thumb; she tasted flesh and blood in her mouth. The assassin screamed in pain before throwing Catelyn to the ground. She hit the stone floor hard, putting her into a daze. She looked up, and the man was advancing toward Bran menacingly.

No.

This couldn’t happen. After all Bran survived, this couldn’t happen.

And it didn’t.

There was a mountain in the way.

Gregor. He was there. Entering the room shortly after Catelyn had hit the floor. The assassin turned to Gregor, eyes growing wide with fear at the size of him. Gregor reached out his hand with lighting speed, gripping the man by his face, hand completely covering his features. He then lifted the man clear off the ground. The assassin let out a muffled scream, kicking his feet and slashing at Gregor’s wrist desperately - the dagger had no chance of getting through the gauntlet.

Gregor tightened his hand, squeezing. The assassin screamed even louder, as the sound of bone breaking was heard. Suddenly, the man’s skull gave way, collapsing inward upon itself with a loud crack and crunching noise. He went limp, besides some twitching and spasming, and Gregor’s hand was covered in blood and brain matter. He dropped the assassin, letting him hit the floor with a loud thud.

Catelyn just stared. Stared at her savior. Stared at Gregor.

“Can you stand?” Gregor asked suddenly. Catelyn just nodded her head. “Then stand.”

She shakily got to her feet, hands searing in pain, head throbbing. Gregor stepped forward and looked at the mangled face of the man he just killed.

“Recognize him?”

Catelyn just shook her head.
“Hm. Go get your house guards to come clean this up.” He said, turning to leave the room.

“W-wait!” Catelyn called out. She didn’t want him to go. Gregor looked over his shoulder, waiting for her to speak.

“You….saved my son’s life….you saved him again.” She said strangely. Gregor didn’t respond to her stating the obvious.

“You…. what do you want of me? You can have anything. Anything you ever wanted. Please tell me.” She begged. This man was the only reason her son was alive. The only reason she was alive. She owed him so much. She wanted to give him so much.

Gregor just looked at her, face passive as stone.

“No more Moon Tea.” He said simply.

“Of course! Of course. No more Moon Tea. You can have me Gregor. All of me.” She said earnestly, tears streaming down her face.

Gregor grunted, and left the room.

She was giving herself all to Gregor. Her body, her womb. It was all his.

All his.
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