Her worst nightmare.

Catelyn looked up to see a man in the room.

“You weren’t s’posed to be here.” He muttered sourly, “No one was s’posed to be here.”

He was a small dirty man who stank of horses, Catelyn didn’t know him. He was gaunt, with limp blonde hair and pale eyes. A shine from his sharp blade placed on Bran's throat with a dirty grin on his face showing all his crooked yellow teeth.

"Another word and I slit the little lords throat." He said slowly adding pressure the blade cutting into Bran's throat.

Catelyn immediately recognised that the blade was Valerian steel as even with the blade on Brans throat there was a trickle of blood building up.

Catelyn had to play smart, she had no chance of getting the blade of the man before he cut Brans throat. She had no other options.

"I promise I will do anything please don't hurt my boy." Catelyn said trying to keep her voice strong.