The camps were never too close to the battles but always within earshot.
Close enough to give her nightmares about Robb falling in battle.
Close enough for a Lannister spy to find them if they looked hard enough.
“You claim to wish to help my son yet you skulk around this camp like a thief.” He didn’t sound northern- that was enough reason for most of the guards to distrust him. Save the men Edmure and Brynden had brought most of the Northern Army was just that. No wonder he’d been dragged to her tent.
“You’re not of a Northern house, nor one of my father’s bannermen’s.”
“No, Your Ladyship I am not. I’m from the South. Can Southerners not join a side they think is the right one to be on? Or are we condemned for being born and raised in the wrong area?” Rhaegar questioned Catelyn “What proof do you need to see that I am not a spy My Lady?”
He had very few things left on him that would prove he was who he said he was, but he was willing to show them to her and that’s when he moved his cloak away from his dark colored chest plate to revel the broken rubies one of the only things he had kept on him through the years, most everything else had been sold to get food and shelter and make sure his natural hair color was kept hidden, making him a brunette.
“I want justice for the families wronged. For my family.” He paused gritting his teeth “My father, not so much. But- Ellia…our children, for Lyanna and her family.”