|Lysa Tully by Elia Fernández|
|Lysa Arryn by amoka|
It had been five years, in truth; five cruel years, for Lysa. They had taken their toll. Her sister was two years the younger, yet she looked older now. Shorter than Catelyn, Lysa had grown thick of body, pale and puffy of face. She had the blue eyes of the Tullys, but hers were pale and watery, never still. Her small mouth had turned petulant. As Catelyn held her, she remembered the slender, high-breasted girl who’d waited beside her that day in the sept at Riverrun. How lovely and full of hope she had been. All that remained of her sister’s beauty was the great fall of thick auburn hair that cascaded to her waist (A Game of Thrones, Chapter 34, “Catelyn”).
|The Tully Sisters by algesiras|
Ser Brynden snorted. “Nor do I, but... it seems to me Lysa is only playing at courtship. She enjoys the sport, but I believe your sister intends to rule herself until her boy is old enough to be Lord of the Eyrie in truth as well as name.”
“A woman can rule as wisely as a man,” Catelyn said.
“The tight woman can,” her uncle said with a sideways glance. “Make no mistake, Cat. Lysa is not you.” He hesitated a moment. “If truth be told, I fear you may not find your sister as helpful as you would like.”
(A Game of Thrones, Chapter 34, “Catelyn”)
|Tully Siblings by enife|
|Riverrun by Martina Cecilia|
Martin, George R.R. A Game of Thrones, Chapters 4, 8, 34, 38, 40, 55.
Catelyn Tully Stark
Lady Olenna Redwyne Tyrell and Margaery Tyrell