Quick and uneventful, if a tad frustrating.

The winds favored their ship--they were in Gullstown in a few days. Still, the trip had been quietly nerve-wracking for Robb, as he and his mother had been **** to share a tight, enclosed cabin, so that he regularly saw Catelyn in various states of undress. This would have been bad enough, but after seeing her pleasure herself a few nights ago, the young Lord found seeing her like this left him in a state of constant, dire arousal.

Still, that part of the trip was done. After notifying the Arryns of their arrival, a pair of speedy horses were made ready, and soon they were at the Eyrie, the great and impregnable fortress of House Arryn. The young woman who took them up the approach, Mya Stone, smiled as she saw the pair, a strange, secret, knowing smile. "You're very lucky," she noted. "Since his father's ****, Lord Arryn and his mother have seen no one, but stayed in the Eyrie like hermits. Still, I believe his mother felt an exception should be made for family..."

Catelyn nodded. "Lysa has always been a proper Tully, who knows the importance of a family staying together," she said emphatically.

"That's one way to put it," muttered Mya. She gestured down the hall, as she walked away. "They will be in the solar now at their... repast. I'd suggest waiting a little while for them to finish, but the truth is, one hour is the same as another here..."

With that puzzling remark, she left them. "Strange girl," muttered Catelyn, as she walked towards the solar. "I think I will have to talk to Lysa about the attitude she's allowed to spring up amongst the servants. She always was a bit of a dreamer..." The door to the solar was heavy and wooden, with the moon and falcon symbol of the Arryns painted on it. From behind it, the sounds of a woman talking could be faintly heard. Robb pulled open the door for his mother...