“I keep remembering the Stark words. Winter has come, Father. For me. For me. Robb must fight the Greyjoys now as well as the Lannisters, and for what? For a gold hat and an iron chair? Surely the land has bled enough. I want my girls back, I want Robb to lay down his sword and pick some homely daughter of Walder Frey to make him happy and give him sons. I want Bran and Rickon back. I want… Catelyn hung her head. “I want,” she said once more, and then her words were gone.”
Going to prom and soccer games and all those normal things that you wanted for me. Will you just make sure she gets them?