[The inside of the sept will be equal parts strange and familiar to Lucrezia. The scent of incense hangs in the air, candlelight flickering against stained glass windows.
There are seven walls and against each, a wooden statue. The might have been beautiful once, but they have been defaced, smeared with...was it blood or paint? And, most notably, one male figure is headless.
Catelyn Stark kneels at the feet of the most prominent female figure, her hair a mess and her cheeks still stained with tears. This is Cat at her most vulnerable. There is no hiding here.]
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There are seven walls and against each, a wooden statue. The might have been beautiful once, but they have been defaced, smeared with...was it blood or paint? And, most notably, one male figure is headless.
Catelyn Stark kneels at the feet of the most prominent female figure, her hair a mess and her cheeks still stained with tears. This is Cat at her most vulnerable. There is no hiding here.]