It was. He met her on the side of the road while on campaign and loved her from the moment he saw her. Their tale is the stuff of legend now.

( She sighs, and fists a hand in the fabric of her skirt, blinking twice rapidly. )

Nay. My mother was unconcerned with her daughters, more like.

( Elizabeth Woodville would make Catelyn Stark seem as a paragon of virtue. )

Then I will, with pleasure.