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It was Rhaenyra’s coronation day; or rather, her second coronation day yet the first one in this new life. Yet Catelyn couldn’t find it in her to be completely happy. She did feel happy for Rhaenyra, they had fought so hard to get her back to where she belonged and in years to come save the realm a new war, and yet her bones were telling her another story. In her bones she felt sadness and bitterness, and no matter how much Catelyn try to fight it those feelings seemed to be winning the battle within her.
Catelyn couldn’t be more thankful to have her lady mother with her that day, both supporing her as much as representing House Tully. Minisa had been, much to her surprise, quite understanding and approving of her relationship with Nyra. Of course, something told her her mother and Nyra had several talks but she’d rather not know. Oft times, when the three of them were reunited Catelyn felt like a child; she was the youngest of the three, yet she didn’t mention it for it would be fruitless.
A slight tug on her hand made her look to her right, her azure eyes meeting a pair of calm ice blue belonging to her mother.
"I can hear you thinking, child." Minisa’s tone was soft as she spoke.
"I’m sorry mother, I only worry." Her own words were almost foreign to her ears.
"Cease at once. Rhaenyra wants you beside her during the feast, you both fought hard for this day. Do not spoil it with looming thoughts."
“As you say, mother.” Catelyn, simply put, didn’t have the strength to fight both her mind and her lady mother at the same time.