Alandria slowly opened her eyes, William and Baylon stood above her. She found herself laying in her bed as she wearily propped herself up with her elbows, she felt sweaty and light headed, looking around the room in a disoriented manner.

"Slowly, now. You lost a lot of blood." Baylon said quietly. Alandria looked up to see William had a sullen expression; the festivities must have been well over.

"My child…" Alandria said quietly.

She looked down to see her gown was covered in blood from the wound, she gasped and pant her breaths in panic.

"Where is my child!" Alandria shouted.

"We could only save you, Aly…. After you fell unconscious, you miscarried your son… I'm so sorry…." William took her hand to comfort her as he furrowed his brow in pity for her. Alandria curled into a ball, sobbing into her knees.

"No… NO!"

"Be calm my sweetling, you've lost a lot of blood, you'll harm yourself…" Baylon tried to rest his hand on Alandria's arm before she slapped it away.

"I don't CARE how much blood I've lost!" she shouted, tears streaming down her face.

"I want to see him!" she demanded as she shifted in her bed, sitting up.

"Who?"

"My son, who else?" Alandria's voice cracked with the pain.

"Please, you don't need to…." William tried to settle her back down, but she shoved him away.

"I said I want to see him!"

"He was pre mature… it's difficult…" William insisted.

"Now!" She shouted.

William sullenly nodded his head obediently before walking to the other side of her room where Alandria saw several soft cloths soaked in blood, all next to a small, decorated box. The sobbing worsened as William approached her with it.

He placed the box in her hands, and then sat beside her, ready to support her as she peered into it to see the small innocent body. The baby looked as if he would have been perfectly healthy if he had had his time to grow. His belly was mangled by the blade; matching the spot where his mother was attacked. His flawless and seemingly soft skin stained with blood.

Alandria quickly looked away as she continued to sob.

I would have named him after Ned Stark. Robb would have loved that.

Alandria handed the box back to William as she looked up to Baylon. "Where is she? Where is Walda?"

"Locked in her bed chamber, we wanted to wait to see what you would have us do with her." Baylon responded.

"Bring her here. Bring her to me NOW." Baylon swiftly moved to the door where two guards stood, quietly spoke the commands, sending them off to retrieve Walda, returning with her in moments. She had a delirious smile that took whatever beauty she had left in her face away from her. The guards each held her by an arm, handling her violently.

"Yes, my queen?" Walda spoke as if she were in a trance.

"Show her." Alandria said softly, keeping her eyes on Walda, her heart beating fast with rage.

"Your grace?"

"Show her what she has done to my son! I want her to see what she has done!" Alandria barked.

The guards tugged her over to where the small box sat, Walda hesitantly looking at the child. For a brief moment, she squirmed, having a look of terror in her eyes, looking away almost immediately.

"LOOK, I COMMAND IT." Alandria screamed at Walda.

Walda glared at Alandria, then looked at the child a second time, staring at it as if in her trance again.

"Your grace, if you punish her too fiercely, the people will resent you. After all, she's the one true Frey in that castle." Baylon advised quietly.

"If that's how you feel, why shouldn't I lock you away with her? Seeing that you only serve Freys." Alandria spat out at him, causing him to step back.

"He is right, Aly. Think carefully. You know I am loyal to you and only serve you, however this is the way of it. You are who you are, and she likewise." William softly spoke to comfort her.

"I want you dead." Alandria spoke as she looked at Walda. "But having your head would be a merciful act." She continued.

"You know nothing of mercy." Walda said confidently.

"Neither will you…" Alandria spoke softly. "I want her locked away in the coldest , darkest cellar in this castle, in chains…" Alandria commanded, the guards immediately pulling her away.

"This isn't over!" Walda wailed.

"It's far from over." Alandria shouted at her as she was being dragged away.

Alandria shifted to stand up from the bed, William taking her arm to help her up. She looked down and gently ran her fingers across her scar that had been cleaned and sewn as she was unconscious.

"The people will not be happy that you threw the last true born in a cellar." William admitted.

"It'll be my burden to bare." She said softly.

After all, I'm a bastard. I'm an outsider in my own walls.

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This was a short one; I wanted this part on its own though.
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