Chapter 11 - The Wolf and the Dragon (II)
"Anger can turn you into an animal, especially when you have a weapon in your hand." Aenar Targaryen, controlling his anger.
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As the bastard looked at her without fear, his purple eyes staring back at her, reminding her of her husband's infidelity, Catelyn clenched her fists tightly, a rage bubbling in her chest.
She hated that she couldn't do anything about him, that her prayers weren't answered, that even if she fasted for days, the bastard was healthier than a young, strong horse.
Catelyn took a deep breath, unable to hide the disgust in her voice. "You can go back, I don't want to see your face. The air stinks of sin when you're around."
Jon didn't hesitate to taunt Catelyn again, not hiding the sarcasm directed at her. "The smell of sin you smell has a different origin, it smells like fish."
Before Jon could continue, Robb's expression changed and he dragged his brother out of the Great Hall as he heard the sound of something breaking behind him. It was obvious his mother had thrown something against the wall. This left the six-year-old with a helpless look on his face.
On one side was his mother, on the other his brother. He didn't want to take sides so as not to hurt either of them, but the more he did, the more Robb realized that it was making their relationship worse. Jon didn't mind talking to Catelyn, but Catelyn hated that her son was on Jon's side.
This gave the boy a huge headache. "Why do you always have to annoy her?" He asked, looking at Jon with a helpless expression.
Noticing this, Jon put his arm around Robb's neck and spoke with a smile. "Do not hesitate to side with your mother, Robb. She's cruel to me, but she's a mother who truly cares for her children."
Unlike Catelyn, Jon was not childish enough to make his son stay in a difficult situation. It was normal for a son to stand by his mother; how could he be angry or resentful about something so natural?