Catelyn finally crossed the door of her room, lips firmly pressed against each other as they had been all night. Her silence was not a bother because it was not out of the usual but the eyes firmly staring the plate of food in front of her while not touching it did not pass unnoticed. First, Barbara with sour comments that were obviously an attempt to embarrass her in front of everyone at the table. Catelyn however did not have enough wine in her system to sort out an answer for her. Neither did she care. Jayne and Barbara became involved in a silly discussion and the distraction allowed the honey-colored haired girl to lift her eyes and underneath her lashes look at the only person at the table who understood why she was acting in that way. Yet her eyes traveled to the Lychester girl who ate her dinner and seemed rather amused by her sisters. Tomorrow was her wedding day. Catelyn would feel happy for her if the man she was marrying wasn't Hendry. It was not hate that Catelyn felt for Lenora because that would be the easiest way out of the situation. Hate the girl who did not ask for it. She was envious of her. She would have everything Catelyn craved and could not have.
She escaped dinner when her father asked why she was not eating and she made up that she felt bad and left the table. All the men got up so she could withdraw and she finally managed to look at Hendry for a second. His heart felt heavy. He knew what he was about to lose. She hoped that when she was in the safety of her room she would feel better, but the same feeling continued. As she undresses, her mind seems to be wanting to mess with her. Memories who usually give her comfort travel thru her head but now it's almost a reminder of how much it hurts. She looked at herself in the mirror when the dress finally fell to the ground and observed her nudity. Only Hendry had ever touched her and he knew her body more than her. She felt as if she had been made for him but he could never be hers. Tomorrow night he would be touching Lenora's body and knowing her as his wife. The thought was enough to break her even more. She lay on her bed after putting her nightgown on and stared at ceiling, waiting to fall asleep soon. Tomorow would be a busy day after all and she had to wake up early.
She was still not asleep some time later when her door was opened and Hendry sneaked into the room as he often did. She just didn't thought he would come tonight. He would get married tomorrow and spending the night with her was probably the last thing on his mind. But he still managed to surprise her. "I did not think you'd come today." She said as she sat on the bed and watched him. She moved to the side giving him space to lie down on the bed with her. "Come." She didn't realize how much she wanted to be in his arms until she finally looked into his eyes. It was the only place where she felt safe and a little better about the whole situation. With him lying beside her, her fingers ran slowly down his face. She loved his beard and how she scratched her skin every time he kissed her, sending chills down her spine. "At least you are going to stay here. We can still be together sometimes..." It was a thought that had crossed her mind. He could see how she felt and the last thing she wanted was him feeling guilty. "We still have some time before father ships me off." She meant to be a joke, but it wasn't funny. In the future they would be separated.
Her hand moved from his face to his neck, her fingers getting a good grip from the hair in his nape. She covered his mouth with a gentle kiss while her body got even closer to him. Although his beard was rough, his lips were warm and soft. She could never get enough. The kiss didn't go deeper because she pulled away for a second while her eyes were stuck on his. "Sorry... I shouldn't have said this." She apologized for her words because she knew better than to talk about them being apart. Maybe it was her own mind trying to make him feel the same as her or make her feel wanted by him. It was a bad thing to manipulate the ones you love, but she needed some comfort given the situation. It was a consolation that he wanted the spend the night before his wedding with her and it didn't matter in which bed he would be tomorrow because he was here tonight. "Let's not speak about tomorrow." It was best so that their night wasn't ruined by both of their misery. "Let's not talk at all..." A naughty smile frames the face of the girl while her mouth finds his once again. This was more harder, deeper kiss, with a fervent urgent need of the sensations that only Hendry could give her.