Bottom line: God will not allow any person to keep you from your destiny. They may be bigger, stronger, or more powerful, but God knows how to shift things around and get you to where you're supposed to be. -Joel Osteen
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Prologue
The stars in the sky had disappeared in a pitch black of darkness. Not even a moon had shown itself brightly in the dead of night.
All seemed a quiet night for the realm. Not a sound of the birds or wind in the air. It was as if the whole world stood perfectly stilled. For the unexpected event that is coming.
Yet that is until and coming of a winter storm has formed in the sky.
It comes from the North itself.
Location: Winterfell
If there is one thing Lord Eddard Stark wanted to do. It's to break down his chambers doors and charge in it. Why? His wife Lady Catelyn Stark is having a baby. It doesn't make things better because right now, it has become a disaster.
They are experiencing a terrible snow storm right now. It was said, that this is the most dreadful storm, they had experience in the past one thousand years ago.
The winds are blowing and tearing down the tree branches. The cold is reaching into their homes and they are praying that this storm should pass.
Hearing his wife screams gave him few winces on her pain in each time. It has been two years since the Rebellion against the Mad King and prince Rhaegar Targaryen. She was meant to be his older brothers' wife name Brandon Stark.
It was natural that they are strangers and not knowing the spouse, but when he returns after the rebellion his lady wife gave him a son named Robb Stark. In return, Ned shown Jon Snow his 'bastard son' to her, but she gave him scorned instead of loving him like a true son.
She never forgave Ned for bringing Jon Snow, but now they are blessed by having a second child. He couldn't be happier. Now he must wait.
"How long is this going to take?" he said agitated. Ned turns to his personal guard, Jory Cassel.
"It won't be long now." Jory answered.
"Oh? I didn't know that you are a midwife." He says half-joking. He felt a bit better from Jory.
"I wish I can just get in there." He comments. Ned was worried about Cat since both Lyanna and his mother Lyarra pregnancy that led to their deaths.
'I hope everything's okay.' He thought
Catelyn cries out in pain and her body is exhausted as it trembles through her pain.
This labor of hers feels a lot more painful than her first baby she gave birth while Ned was at Robert's Rebellion. She wanted to be strong, but she is worrying about her baby that is either dead or deformed. She prays to the Sevens that it wasn't that case. She maybe is proud and strict woman as she was raised to be. That doesn't mean she will not love the baby any less. She will make sure of that.
"Milady you're doing fine." One midwife said. As she damps her forehead with her cloths and whispers encourage words. Many of the midwives including Maester Luwin are encouraging her.
They're right. I can't give up now.
So, Cat sits up a bit, square her shoulders and took a minute to breathe in order to push. So she did push.
Cat screams in agony, but didn't stop pushing her baby out.
"Oh milady, I can see its head coming!" Maester Luwin praised her. He continues his job to help Catelyn bring her baby into the world.
Cat continues pushing her baby, her tears mixed in her sweat while her body jolted at the sound of thunder outside. She felt that her baby is scared, but Cat wants to assure her child that she is here.
Just a little more sweetling, she tells herself, just a little more.
It was most unbearable pain she has to go through. She most likely blames her lord husband on giving her this child. She is cursing him on making her go through her pain alone. She remembers her old septa once said, "It is a sign for a strong, fierce and untamable warrior."
She always thought that it was a saying on going through pregnancy….but now she believes it. She gives out a one final loud screams that was drowned by a final thunder that had struck down. Then the storm had suddenly stops.
No a sound until a wails of a baby cries. It sounded strong and healthy. Cat felt relief from all that pain.
She couldn't contain her excitement. She needed to see her baby.
"A girl. You have a girl." Luwin said joyfully.
"Give her to me. Please." She demands it. She reaches out for her baby girl. She wanted to see her first born daughter.
Measter Luwin smiling at her lightly has given her daughter and she lightly saw her baby. She has a dark brunette hair almost black as night, her skin is milky white, her lips is as ruby red. Now she is curious about her eyes. Is it Tully's or Stark's eyes?
A perfect daughter. A daughter who has more Stark in her than Tully.
She softly cooed her daughter and gently rocky her smoothly.
"I will inform Lord Stark now." Luwin said as he left. All the midwives are cooing at the newborn baby.
One of the midwives opens the window, but she wasn't expecting this sight.
"Milady! The storm just stops!" she shouted.
Cat looked at the window far bit. Her eyes widen bit that it is true. The storm itself has stop and the moon is big with its light had shown brightly and stars a fallen from the skies. She was awed at it. It was as if there has never been a storm. That the whole world is reborn.
*HOOOOWL HOOOOWL HOOOOWL*
Wolves are howling in the wind. She never thought anything more beautiful then hearing the song of the North.
*Yip*
She snapped out of her daze. When she heard an odd sound while she continues to search for it, but she looks down to her baby.
*Yip*
She was surprise that she was making that sound like a pup. Her baby opens her 'o' mouth that came out a squeak similar to howl like a wolf.
"Are you trying to howl, sweetling?" she giggles a bit. It seems as if the wolves are telling the world that her daughter is born. She wonders if her daughter trying to howl with the wolves.
A true Stark through and through.
Ned Stark enters her chambers and he smiles at her buddle. He calmly walks towards them and Cat lifted up her daughter for him to hold. He looked at her with an over-protective father look as he glances at his new born daughter. His daughter opens her eyes which it is a grey storm. Her eyes were full of curiosity when she looked around the room.
"You did well." He praised her. She nodded proudly to him.
Now here is the question what name shall she be given?
Ned suggested an unusual name.
Bernadette Stark.
"Bernadette… hmmm? Why that name?" Cat was puzzled by that name. So Ned answered.
"During a time in Vale, I was raised with Robert and stumble upon an old library. I read a book about this Bernadette whom was later known as Bernadette the messenger who becomes a message of the Old Gods. She asked a Lord of Vale to let her plant the tree which becomes the Godwoods as she describes her vision. Many view her humble, young girl from common birth who simply done what needs to be done according to the words of her voices from the Old Gods. She was considers a hand to the Lord Vale for many years. She had lived for least until she was 30 days old and was buried beneath of Vale since she was considering their savior. Even build her a small alter." (This is made up) Ned told her the history and remembers his fondness of childhood.
Cat nod. And they both looked at their baby.
Her name is Bernadette Stark.
This is my first time of writing the Games of Thrones fanfiction, so tell me what you think? See you soon.