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Lysa
Their husbands Jon Arryn and Eddard Stark were dead on the Trident. So was the would be King Robert Baratheon. Their father Hoster was captured or dead, Catelyn held the castle now.
An encerclement of royal steel, led by Rhaegar Targaryen, kept Riverrun under siege. It was known he was waiting for the surrender of the rebel army camped outside of the Twins. Then theirs.
Lysa mourned, not for Lord Arryn, but for the child she had miscarried. She was jealous of Catelyn, who ruled with a pen in one hand and baby Robb, her son by Eddard Stark, in the other.
Why couldn’t hers live! Why was she stuck babysitting her brother, the nine-year-old Lord Edmure.
