ASoS 2: Catelyn I

Cat Stark is a prisoner at Riverrun. Her decision to free Jaime Lannister has, needless to say, been criticized by every other human being with a brain and common sense. 

Riverrun's master-at-arms, Ser Desmond Grell, and steward, Utherydes Wayn, have been given the wonderful responsibility for looking after her and making sure she remains confined in her father's rooms. She looks after her ailing dad, Hoster. 

Desmond: Hey, you know I don't like keeping you locked up. But it is what it is.

Cat: Yeah, I get it. If you guys don't punish me, they'll say you were complicit and helped me.

Utherydes: It was all for naught though, Cat. Ser Robin Ryger has been sent after Jaime. He'll catch him!

Cat: Not if Brienne has anything to say about that!

Later, Cat sits by her father's bedside. He wakes up and starts moaning, only semi-lucid.

Hoster: Tansy! Tansy! Oh, forgive me! Blood! Blood! Dead! Forgive me! You'll have other babes. Trueborn.

Cat: OH SHIT! Who the fuck is Tansy? I've never heard that name before. Sounds like some sort of nasty-ass miscarriage story. Is that some girlfriend he once had but never told us about? Is it some nickname for my sister?

Hoster: ...

Cat: Hey, Maester Vyman! Do you know who Tansy is?

Vyman: No clue. There has never been a Tansy at Riverrun.

Cat: Okay, whatever. Any news from my son?

Vyman: Cat, you know I'm not supposed to tell you anything about what's going on. You're sort of a prisoner.

Cat: Pleeeeeaaaaaase! PLEASE!

Vyman: Okay. I mean, I guess I could tell you a little.  Your son has been wounded in battle.

Cat: WHAT?! WHY DIDN'T I KNOW ABOUT THIS SOONER?!

Vyman: Meh.  Whatver. I hear the wound ins't that bad.

Cat: Well tell me more abo--

--Vyman leaves, slamming the door shut behind him and locking it six times. 

Cat: Damnit.

So Cat sits there, alone except for her father in late stage care for dementia. All she can do is brood and think more about Tansy.

Cat: Eh, maybe at the end of the book we'll have some satisfying revelation about Tansy. Or maybe a deeply troubling, horrible revelation that included abortion. I guess we'll see!

I mean you won't, Cat. you'll be dead by the end of the book. 

Cat: What? Who said that?

Nothing. Nevermind.

Hours later, her brother Edmure returns to the castle. He makes her wait two hours before coming to see her. 

Cat: Wow, you look pale and exhausted.

Edmure: Wow, you look like an annoying, imprisoned cunt that let our most important prisoner go.

Cat: Ouch.

Edmure: So anyway. We got word from King's Landing. Stannis got completely jacked d up. The might of Highgarden and Dorne has also joined up with Team Joffrey. So yeah, we're pretty fucked. Especially with that letting Jaime go thing.

Cat: Look Ed, letting Jaime go might help me get my daughters back. He promised.

Edmure: Right, because the Lannisters are oh-so-trustworthy. And promises made by drunk prisoners who think they're about to get murdered are totally valid.

Cat: Well, when you put it like that it does sound dumb to release him.

Edmure: Because it was pretty dumb.

Cat: At the very least, Tyrion will let my daughters go. He seems like a straight-shooting kind of guy.

Edmure: That you accused of trying to kill Bran, imprisoned, and tried to murder. You think he'll be looking out for you?

Cat: Uhhhh.... yes?

Edmure: Well, it doesn't matter anyway. He's probably dead by now.

Cat: WHAT?

Edmure: Yeah, he took an axe to the head in the battle for King's Landing. Last word is that he was unconscious, barely hanging on, and doped up the opium. By the time Jaime gets to Kings Landing -- IF he gets to Kings Landing -- Tyrion will be dead. And Jaime likely won't get far. I've already sent ravens to Lord Bolton, offering a reward for his capture. Dead or al... well... dead is just fine.

Cat: NOOOOOOO!!!