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Chapter One: A Brighter Future.

The halls of Winterfell were busy with everyone hurrying about trying to prepare for the day, it had been a long night and it was clear that it would drag on into the day now that the sun had risen. Servants moved about preparing for the day ahead, all of them knowing that something important would be happening that day; there was much to be done before the day was over.

They quickly bowed and ducked out of the way as Robb Stark, King in the North, King of the Trident and Lord of Winterfell moved through the hallways of his keep followed by some of his loyalist supporters. No one could have imagined that this was how things would work out after what had happened at the Twins when the Boltons and the Freys had betrayed them. They owed the survival of their King and many of his men to King Stannis Baratheon of the South and Lord Arthur Tremaine of Aeredale; they had arrived just in time to stop the murder of many of their people.

"How has Karlon been?" Robb asked looking towards one of the maids that had come with news about what was happening, he knew that his son wouldn't be happy about what was going on. Karlon had spent the last five years being dotted upon by his mother and father, he'd never had to share their attention until now; the Red Wedding had been devastating and they had dealt with a big loss. Sanira had lost the baby that she had been carrying after what had happened, it had been a horrible shock but the couple were truly lucky to even make it out with their lives.

"He's been asking for his mother… poor mite, he has no idea," the maid informed Robb, the five-year-old had no idea that his mother was in the progress of delivering him a baby brother or sister. They had spent the last five years fearing that Karlon might be the only child that they would be blessed with after Sanira had been stabbed; they had been relieved when she had discovered that she was pregnant again.

"You are doing wonderfully Sanira," Catelyn Stark encouraged holding her good-daughters hand while she continued to struggle with the birth; it had already taken most of the night and there was finally signs of progress. It had worried her a little when the labour had dragged on most of the day before and all night, especially considering what had happened last time.

The loss of the child that Sanira had been carrying after she had been stabbed had been hard for them all, it had taken her a while to recover and she had been forced to remain at the Twins while that happened under the protection of her brother. Sanira gritted her teeth when another contraction ripped through her body, she was exhausted and she just wanted this to be over already so that she could hold her baby in her arms.

"I can see a head," Maester Tylan said from his position, he had settled into his new position as the Maester of Winterfell after the death of Maester Luwin. It had been strange for him to step into the position that had been held for years by the other man but he was doing well since he had arrived in the Northern capital to work under the Starks.

Sanira was relieved at those words, she was tired and she didn't know how much more of this she could take; she groaned starting to push knowing that she had to do this. She couldn't remember labour being this hard with Karlon and Sanira wasn't sure how her eldest would take the news of a new sibling after five years of having his parents to himself. It wasn't long before the sounds of a newborns cries echoed around the room and everyone couldn't help but feel relieved that the baby was finally here.

Robb took a deep breath when he reached the bed chamber that he shared with his wife, the news had just reached him that their second child had been born and he was relieved that it had finally happened. It had been a long time coming and Robb was just relieved that Sanira was alright, he had been worried when the labour had dragged on longer than it had done with Karlon. Catelyn and Sansa Stark walked out of the room with smiles on their faces, they couldn't believe how adorable the newborn was and they weren't surprised to see that Robb was outside to greet them.

"Congratulations," Sansa said stepping forward and kissing her brother's cheek, she stepped away from him just relieved that she didn't have to go through that yet. After her marriage to Tyrion Lannister had been annulled, Sansa had little interest in marrying again anytime soon; it had taken long enough to get the annulment that she had wanted.

Tyrion had been helpful in stating that their marriage had not been consummated and with Joffrey dead there was little for her to fear anymore. Moving warily into the bed chamber, Robb stared at Sanira with a small smile on his face; he leant against the door admiring the sight of her fussing over their youngest.

"I hear we have another son," Robb said catching her attention, he was happy either way on what they could have had but he knew a lot of his lords would be thrilled at the news of a second son. Karlon might not like the idea of sharing his parents with his new younger brother, however it was something that he was going to have to get used to.

Robb had felt the same when Sansa had been born, he had never had to share both of his parents before since Jon was only his half-brother; that had all changed when his younger siblings arrived. Sanira looked up from their son and smiled at him, she never thought that she would be able to feel like this again after losing the last baby; she still cursed the day that had happened and had feared it had left her barren.

"I was thinking that we could call him… Osric," Sanira suggested watching Robb as he came to sit next to her, she looked back down at their son knowing it wouldn't feel right to call him after Eddard or Rolan. The names had been concerned for her second pregnancy and that had only ended in tears, it was not something that Sanira or Robb wished to repeat for a second time. Robb considered the name for a moment before he nodded his head, it wasn't a name that he had heard often and he was sure that it would be perfect for him.

"Prince Osric Stark," Robb mused gently reaching out to touch the soft curls on to of Osric's head, he had a dark head of hair on top of his head. It was a lot darker than what Karlon had been born with and Robb guessed the little boy would take after his mother in that department while Karlon had picked up on his Tully genes.

The couple were silent for a moment while they admired Osric and they both knew that this would only secure their hold on the North even more than they already had. The war of the Five Kings had ended and now there were only three kings in the picture, The King in the North, The King in the South and The King of Dorne; each would like to see the age of peace last for as long as possible. There was no need for them to fight anymore and Robb was hopeful that they would be able to put what had happened behind them for good.

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