Game of Thrones: Birth of a Northern Love

Chapter 7 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.

Chapter 7

Catelyn smiled as she sat in the Riverrun nursery; she was watching as it was being set up for the arrival of her child. She was now five moons pregnant; her belly had swollen and still growing larger. She sighed contently and gently touched her stomach; already feeling love for the new life growing there.

'The babe kicks a lot; I suppose that means he is well.' She thought to herself. 'Children, I always wanted a child of my own; no I am to have Ned's. I just hope I prove worthy.'

She continued to observe the nursery being set up as Lysa came in.

"Cat, how are you doing?" She asked almost immediately.

Cat smiled. "A little tired; but I'm fine; I've never been happier."

Lysa nodded slowly; watching as Cat retreated within her thoughts again. She had seen her sister do things like that of late.

Lysa knew all too well what she was doing. 'She drifts into her thoughts, making plans, wondering about the future. Trying to make decisions about her child…She isn't even aware that such fancies can be shattered so easily; like mine were.'

She wanted to warn Cat, to tell her that all it took was one incident. One thing going wrong, and it would be over. But she couldn't do so; there was also something she was ashamed to admit. One bitter part of her wanted something to happen, at least so Cat could understand Lysa's pain.

It wasn't just the loss of Petyr's child that roused those bitter feelings in Lysa. It was something more recent. Cat had only had one night with her husband; yet she was pregnant. Lysa had the same, yet, despite being younger than Cat, she remained without child. She speculated on the reason for it; it certainly didn't help that her husband was so old. But she had a terrible suspicion that wasn't the only reason. She had been so caught up in her musing that she started when she saw Cat jump and heard her short cry.

"Cat…" She began, worriedly; but then saw her sister was smiling.

Cat looked up at Lysa, a hand on her swollen stomach. "The babe just kicked."

Lysa's jaw tensed at the painful memories that statement conjured; but for her sister's sake said nothing. Cat however knew more than she was letting on; she saw Lysa's change in expression and knew what had caused it.

"Lysa…" She began, wishing to try and ease her sister's pain.

Lysa shook her head. "Excuse me a moment Cat, I need to be alone for a while."

With that Lysa left and Cat sighed. She just hoped that when the men all came back from war, Jon and Lysa were able to have their own child. It would hopefully go a long way to healing Lysa's pain. Sadly she leaned back in her chair, wincing at the pain in her back; another unfortunate side effect of her pregnancy. Still, she knew it wasn't much longer now.

Lysa sighed; shaking her head; she should've known.

'The pain, it is still too great. Cat's all happy at the moment; she says those things without thinking. Without realizing how they'll affect me.' She pondered sadly. 'She can't help it; it's just the way she, now that she's pregnant, it's all she can think about.'

That part at least Lysa could understand; back when she had been pregnant, it was the only thing on her mind. She shook her head; Cat kept trying to 'help her feel better' by telling her, once her husband came back, she'd have a chance for a child of her own.

'She doesn't get it, it's so unfair.' Lysa lamented quietly. 'Cat has a husband who likes her, she's pregnant and she'll keep her first child. I lost mine and I am trapped with an old man, I am supposed to be fucked by him until he makes me pregnant... I don't even want a child by him, I want Petyr's!'

The pain of that loss was too intense; she could hardly stand it. It always made her angry beyond all reason. Trying to force those thoughts away she quickened her pace; seeking out her destination quickly. She soon found it, her father's solar, and entered.

She began pacing the room; trying to calm herself. It irked her that this was the only place she could really be alone. Anywhere else she'd have servants or her overly curious brother to contend with.

'Not to mention that bothersome old Septa.' She reminded herself. 'She keeps sticking her nose into my business; like she has any right. I am not a child anymore; I don't need her anymore, she should see that and leave me alone.'

Still; she knew she'd be alone here; father was off fighting in the war. The only other person who really came here was Maester Vyman, and right now, he had no real reason too. She sat down at the desk and took a deep breath; she just needed time to cool off; then she'd be ready to go and see her family, and the others in the castle, again. It was then she saw something; it was tucked away partially under other letters. But Lysa noticed the handwriting on it and her heart leapt.

'Petyr, he wrote; but why would…' She wondered; startled.

Slowly she pulled out the letter and read it. She grimaced as she did so. It was addressed to Cat, not to her; that was the first blow. At first however; as she read she calmed down from that slight. The letter offered his condolences to Cat about Brandon's death. It was the bit after that however that changed Lysa's mood for the worse. He confessed his love to Cat and went on to say that the Gods took Brandon because he might have caused her pain and they spared her from that. It also contained a proposal of marriage and a promise to never hurt her, pledging his eternal love. Furious tears stung Lysa's eyes; her only condolence being, it's unopened state confirming, that Cat hadn't read it. She threw the letter in the fire and fled back to her room, cursing everything.

Unaware of all this; Cat sat in her room. A warm smile on her face as she affectionately rubbed her swollen stomach.

'Not much longer now, little one.' She thought happily. 'A son, it will be a son I hope. I can give Ned an heir.'

She winced yet smiled again as the babe kicked again. 'Certainly an energetic one. I wonder, just how much will becoming a mother change me…It's frightening, but exciting at the same time.'

She did everything she could to mentally prepare herself; she was waiting not only for the birth of her child; but a message from Ned. She had sent word to him again, informing him of her progress with the child; she was hoping he would reply soon. She remained in anticipation however; looking forward to that moment when she could send him word, following the child's birth. She just wished she could see his face when he heard his child had been born.

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