Robb needed all the men he could get. The army shrank withe very battle despite the fact he kept winning.
He couldn’t be… It wasn’t possible. “Get out.” Catelyn dismissed the guards when he man moved aside his cloak. The Northern lords had lost enough to that family without this revelation. The Starks had lost the most- Rickard and Brandon- but there wasn’t a family who’d not lost someone in Robert’s Rebellion.
“Rhaegar.” the word fell from her lips unwillingly.
No other man in the Seven Kingdom’s had a breast plate like that. “You’re dead. Robert killed you on the Trident.”
“I thought so too. But after a red priest brought me back…Giving me what they call the ‘last kiss’” He told Catelyn honestly as soon as the guards left them alone.
“I was dead and now i’m alive and the world has moved on and I haven’t…” Rhaegar knew he must have sounded mad and he was still surprised that she believed him to be honest. He stayed his place, un moving as to not make the Lady angry or anything. “Lady Stark. Shall we sit?” He didn’t want her to faint or anything that was for certain. “I know this is a lot to take in. I didn’t believe I was alive for the first few months.”