Chapter 1

Catelyn

Catelyn looked at the baby, even though it looked like all children at the age small and uncoordinated, already calling the child Robb even though it was customary for the husband to name his future heir. Catelyn never knew she could love a being so much, she understood her mother a bit better now. As Catelyn gazed at the child, Robb, she remarked that all the worry was worth it. As the pregnancy progressed Catelyn expected to able to feel the child move around or kick, as she was warned by others having gone through the process, but the kicks never came the child hardly moved Catelyn remembered herself beset with worry she feared the child still born, as the due date drew near and no change in activity Catelyn expected the worst throughout the birthing process she steeled her heart, the baby came out with little fuss. Catelyn remembered herself noting the ease with which Robb entered the world; Catelyn did not expect a cry but truly hoped with all her heart for one. For a moment there was nothing no sound no noise, Catelyn deflated, maester Vyman held the babe in his hands and handed the child to the wet nurse, Sue a northerner by the looks of her Catelyn noted the slight perspiration marked her face a give-away being unable to handle the heat. She took the child and held it upside down, Catelyn made to stop her, the wet nurse raised her hand and brought it swiftly done struck the baby; a gasp escaped Catelyn she struggled to get up, making to stop the northerner.

"Unhand my child you…." A cry erupted from the child, Robb, which stopped the rest of the words which poured out of Catelyn.

"Here my lady." The wet nurse handed the baby over to Catelyn demurely.

"Thank you, thank you may the gods bless you." Catelyn sobbed as she cradled the babe in her arms. "How did you know smacking the child will work." Catelyn followed.

"I've heard about it from me mum my Lady… I thought to try it." Sue said after a moment consideration.

"Came Catelyn hand the babe over to Sue, you need your rest." Maester Vymen coaxed Catelyn gently. She handed the child over reluctantly, her eyes fighting to stay open.

Sue

Sue took the child gingerly careful to support the head, she left the room with the making her way to the Nursery. Her attention was drawn to the babe in her arms the child, Robb, was strangely silent in her arms. Sue entered the room a spacious chamber much bigger than the room she grew up in, a carpet lined the floor; Tully colours, red, blue and silver; for the babe's comfort when he starts crawling. Toys lined one side of the room and the other a wooden crib, sue knew by the look of it the crib was old and expensive most likely a family heirloom know doubt young Edmure's children would sleep in the same crib. The crib was beautiful Sue remarked the post lined with detailed carving of trout and flowers the dark wood giving the carving extra depth, and an over hanging basket with trinkets dangling from above to entertain the baby.

As Sue left the room she couldn't help but feel that something was amiss, she doubled checked she couldn't find anything but there was something a tiny voice in the back of her head that whispered something unnatural.

Maybe it was because there hadn't been a baby in the Castle for some time but as the months progressed Sue found the babe strange, one of the many peculiar traits Sue noticed in the first couple of days was Robbs crying patterns. Sue noted that the boy only cried when he was hungry or needed to change, feeding the child in the beginning proved more difficult than Sue originally thought Robb seemed to resist the first few attempts after a day Robb took the teat in his mouth; Sue could have sworn she heard the babe sighed in reluctance throwing her a resigned look.

A Few times while Sue left Robb unattended and came back she found him staring with uncharacteristic attention to the walls or the window it seemed as if he was contemplating something of great importance, the serious expression strange on the face of a child.

One year later

Catelyn

It had only been a couple of moons when Robb spoke his first word.

"Robb." He said his own name, uncertainly.

"Yes, little Robb your names Robb and I'm your mother, say mum." Catelyn cooed at the babe bouncing the child on her lap.

"Robb." He replied.

"Say mum."

Soon after that Robb could talk and comprehend and later a moon he was walking disappearing from his minders. He was a gifted child in Catelyn's eyes. Catelyn also begun to pick up on the unusual behaviour for a child of one being able to walk and talk he was unusually silent and immobile, Catelyn could nearly always find the child resting crossed legged on the floor eyes closed as if he was sleeping; he almost always opened his eyes when someone approached but some time he was asleep.

Catelyn was sitting in the drawing room reading a letter sent by her lord husband, nothing important was mentioned about the war only that it was going well. Catelyn jerked shocked by the tugging on her dress, as always Robb strangely walked with little sound.

"What do you want little know." Catelyn said as she helped the child on her lap.

"what are you doing…mother". Robb said always placing a strange connation on the word mother.

"I'm reading a letter from your father, dear." Catelyn said, distractedly.

"I..I..I have a father, is he alive." Robb asked.

"Yes, dear you do his off at war." Catelyn said, releasing he has never seen his father.

"Can you teach me…How to read." Robb asked.

"You're only one name day old…don't worry little one you will soon have lessons." Catelyn said.

"No, please teach me now." Robb insisted.

Catelyn levelled a look at Robb which he returned. "So, when can we start". Robb said determination in his eye.

"Okay little one." Catelyn said.

It only took a moon to teach little Robb to read Catelyn noted, it was the quickest any child has learnt to read Maester Vyman remarked. Soon after that Robb could almost always be found in the Library over a Tome or book. Catelyn often found herself watching her son pouring over either a tome or book, it's as if he was possessed. She would often have to move him to his room.

End

So this is basically a Kakashi in Westeros fanfic

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