Lady of Winterfell

Chapter Sixteen: Catelyn's Decision

Gasping awake Sanira clutched at the bedsheets and furs that surrounded her, she tried to shake the images that played over and over in her mind; she almost jumped out of her skin as Robb's hand touched her. 

Robb looked at Sanira concerned, it had been a little while since she had woken up like this and he hated that still she was plagued with such horrible night-terrors. 

"What is it?" Robb asked gently trying to sooth her, he hated seeing her so distressed and the night-terrors that she had seemed to haunt her for days now after she had them. 

Robb couldn't help but replay the last one that she had told him about in his mind, the warning of the stag laying cold and dead and the direwolf with an antler plunged into its chest. 

Having seen the same warning practically laid out before them while on a trip with his father and brothers to execute the Night-Watch deserter; Robb was certain that there was more to Sanira's night-terrors than they were being told. 

"Sanira... what did you see?" Robb pleaded trying to sooth her, he wished that the sleeping droughts that Maester Luwin prepared for her helped in some way; they didn't even seem to sooth her much when she had these dreams. 

Grey Wind looked up from the place where he slept on the floor, his eyes watching concerned as his master tried to sooth his mistress after her horrible dream. 

Taking a deep breath, Sanira closed her eyes trying to stop the images that lingered in her mind and she hoped that there was a reason that the night-terrors seemed to be getting worse. 

Moving to get his wife a drink, Robb was pleased to see that Sanira hadn't been as upset as last time; he just hoped that things were going to calm down soon. 

Carefully sipping on the drink that she had been handed, Sanira looked at Robb knowing that he wasn't going to let this go; she was going to had to tell him what she had seen.

"I saw a silver trout... it was traveling on the King's Road," Sanira whispered still trying to make sense of what had happened in her dream, she knew how stupid it all sounded and she hoped that she didn't sound crazy. 

Her mother had often forbidden her from speaking about her night-terrors because she sounded so and Sanira was surprised that Robb was so willing to hear about them. 

It almost didn't seem real with how lucky she had gotten when she had married Robb, Sanira couldn't imagine what her life would have been like if she'd been married to someone like Joffrey. 

"Go on," Robb encouraged watching her, he knew that the silver trout was the symbol of his mother's house and it un-nerved him what this could mean. 

Everything that Sanira saw seemed to have a direction and Robb would never dismiss anything that she said; he hated that people had tried to silence her about what she was seeing. 

He often wondered if these night-terrors were something more, like warnings of a future to come; Robb dreaded to think what he would do if the things she saw did come to pass. 

"The silver trout stopped at an inn and captured a lion," Sanira mumbled taking another sip of her drink, she didn't like the meaning behind it and she hoped that it didn't happen. 

The lion was clearly a Lannister lion and the silver trout a Tully, the last thing the realm needed right now was a war starting; her dreams all seemed to hint that something big was going to happen. 

Robb ran his fingers through his hair, he didn't like this and he knew that if the dreams were going to happen then there would likely be quite a bit of trouble; he hated to think what would come next with his father in the capital.