Catelyn Stark died at the Twins with a Frey cutting open her throat, and she woke up in Winterfell, beneath the branches of the weirwood tree, red leaves drifting down over her body.
If the gods were going to take him away from Cersei and everything he’d known, bind him to a boy half his age, Jaime almost would have preferred it if Robb Stark had been a fool, had been as dull and self-righteous as his father. Seven hells, he could at least have been ugly.