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Once our dragon's have their play time ( and ours as well ), we all land at the rookery and take to our land bound mounts to Winterfell once more .
We gain the courtyard to find it alive with people scurrying to assigned tasks about the grounds . The wedding will take place amid my garden in three days time. Planted shrubs in large clay pots dot it's grounds and a platform has been erected in the front so all may see the goings on . eight days ago the wagon train arrived bearing Sansa's wedding accouterments that my soon to be daughter had thought to send out from Queen's Landing weeks before they arrived by dragon .
Raven's have come and went informing us of persons intentions of coming . The only one to decline was the Lord of Bravenhal, Lynon Bravelight do to his broken leg received while breaking a horse . His wife Sian Bravenhal ~ Bravelight comes in his stead to represent their house . Lynon is the namesake of Culla's brother and one of the siblings who's ride all those years ago bought Sandor the time he needed to get me across the sea to Quarth . A price paid for in blood. I remind Gundr to put Lady Whrynn on the first level as her great weight makes it difficult to climb steps of any height .
After we all change, we meet our children in the hall for evening meal .
Our hall is open to all people if they hunger and most days we take at least one meal there . It is a favorite haunt of the Direwolves as well, do to dropped or slopped morsel as Sandor puts it . Our twins sit always together and in between their elder brothers Jon and Ned . I wonder how Jon will take the separation from Ned when he marries and makes a life of his own with his bride . That is the exact thing on my mind when Ned approaches his intended by his side .
" Mother, father, we have something we want to discuss with you . "
Sandor and I both put down our spoons and Sandor straightens and casts an eye to me, with one cocked brow, one which asks what is this and my silent reply of pursed lips, signaling, I have no idea .
" I am worried for my brother . ever since we were small does he follow me . " " What will become of him once my Lady wife and I leave for Queen's Landing ? "
His Sansa breaks the silence with, " We were thinking to ask if it is agreeable that we take him with us for a time . "
" You are prepared to be not only brother and sister to him but ward him as if he were your child ? " Sandor waits for a reply with a measured look in his eyes and continues with, " Your brother needs supervision, if he wanders off it could be the death of him you know . " " He is not as others, his mind will forever be that of a child only with the strength of two men and when the weather turns to thunder he will come charging into your bedchamber regardless of what you may doing to burrow like a mole under the covers with you, from the fear of it . "
" Yes we know father but he is my brother and I too would miss his grinning, music and even him farting on me, Sansa has experienced it first hand now that Jon has graced her his acceptance ", says Ned, Sansa trying her best to supress a smile beside him .
" Let your father and I discuss this potential arrangement this night . " They both smile and walk hand in hand to sit next to the twins, Jon on the other side of them .
Brandae comes up to crawl in Sandor's lap and I see by his wince she has found his stones once more . I giggle to have Sandor throw a look my way and a quiet comment of, " Well how would you like it if she stepped on your teats ? " To which I retort, " Try having nine children attached to your teats by their mouths for a year a piece . " His shudder is my only reply I see with a small snicker .
We have neither seen nor heard Dany or Tyrion since we parted company in the doorway of our own rooms . They giggled like children as they went to their first level rooms .
Gundr approaches and apologizes for his interruption . He presents my husband and I with a list of tomorrows court. I see the usual list of requests for clemency, land disputes, livestock theft, breaking of faith ( To which my husband and I both take a dim view ), a request for contract renegotiation and an accusation of rape, to which we take an even dimmer view .
I ask Anjelae and Landon to join us. " Daughter, I must ask you two sit with your father and I in court tomorrow. " As she peruses the list her eyes land on the rape charge . " Mother, I do not know if I can do this ", she says, her face blanching. " We do not ask this of you to cause pain or discomfort, but you must someday sit in judgement without your father or my counsel to guide you . " " How will I know of his innocence or guilt ? " " You do not, which is why you must listen carefully to the evidence both for and against him ", says Sandor. Her father leans forward to grasp her hands in his and look her in the eye . " My child I would give much that you had not gone through what you have, you are a good person but always remember to judge as a mother, because in the end that is what you shall be to the people of this Land once your mother and I are no more." Landon I see, gives her a squeeze of encouragement . " I will do my best ", she says. Sandor gives her a pat on the hands and leans back to grasp mine .
Gundr returns to announce that Lord Jaime and his Lady wife Brienne, formally of Tarth, have come to Winterfell as well as Lady Suozahn, now mistress of the rebuilt Twins . I am elated and know Dany will be as well once she hears our good friends are here to join us .
In strides Jaime, his lady wife herding their children who range in age from just under one year up to nearly eighteen . The youngest is called, " Stafinii ", which means surprise in the sea traders tongue. Her nearest sibling is ten years her elder. I muse to myself that had to be Jaime's doing with a dash of Tyrion with that moniker .
My husbands strides to meet Jaime . A handshake and nod, the usual greeting of men . Myself on the other hand waddles to meet Brienne who engulfs me in her embrace . I am taller than most having reached my adult height of five feet ten inches. She is a half head taller than me. I remember meeting her and thought with admiration she was the most confident woman I had ever met . She wore her great size like a badge .
Sandor once said she is a skilled swordsmaine and I tend to agree, remembering past campaigns we both were on to gain Westeros and the North .
A smile splits her face as soon as Suozahn graces the hall, full of laughter .
It is good the four of us come together again. I think to myself and feel sorry for our respective mates, except for Suozahn as she has none as of yet. We move to the room now made into our solar with a broad, walled expanse of close cropped grass and hardy shrub outside it . A hot spring sits in the right side and Sandor had it covered with a small sloped roof so as to enjoy private moments away from prying eyes from above . A stone path goes to the center where patterned brick works opens to a seating area with a large clay oven in the center to put off heat . Soft cushions grace the wood frame couches. Furs are spread out on their back for use . I see hot cacao waiting for me and mulled wine and hard cider for everyone else and Sandor's ever present mug of water .
I hear the voice of Tyrion greet us with his Southern Queen beside him. " So this is where you all are, we were beginning to think you had abandoned us ", he says with mock ire .
The men cluster in their own group as we women have our own chat of catching up and gossip session . My big belly garners most of the attention for a time while everyone rubs it and comments on how fast it poked from my middle to it's present size . " I think there is more than one in there ", remarks Suozahn with a smile, " Another set of twins for you perhaps " I heed her words, since I have known her for many years, since the time we have first met she has told me the sex of my babies . When she saw me when I was pregnant with Marrydae and Maecha her first words were, " Oh my they are healthy and clasping hands even in the womb . "
I jokingly ask Brienne when she will have another and she cringes and says, " Not I ! " Then all eyes turn to Suozahn . She laughs and says, " I first need a husband so you hens stop cackling and conspiring to get me with child ! " From Dany, " I am trying to talk Tyrion into having another but he is resistant thus far, he fears I will have a child afflicted as he ", she says sadly . " You haven't thus far ", says Brienne . " True, but how often do we tempt the fates before they grant us our fear ", says Dany .
More talking form the women and from our mates loud guffaws and back slapping . I am tired and bid good night to my friends and go to my Lord husband to tell him I must needs go to bed. He pulls me to him and plants a kiss atop my head . We give of good evenings and everyone leaves us to ourselves . I want much to sit the hot springs and Sandor must be reading my mind as he leads me there and quickly has me unclothed to stand naked before him, my nipples drawn up hard and tight in the night air . My husband steps out of his breeches, his cock awakened .
He helps me into the hot springs and kneels as I lower myself in then I turn to take him in my mouth . I love doing this, I know it pleases him and I must admit I enjoy having the power to give him this level of pleasure . I start out slowly, taking my time to explore his girth and length, with tongue and fingernails . I grasp his stones and run my fingernails, gently and slowly admiring their weight and texture. I quicken my pace his throws his head back and his breathing increases . He hands are in knotted in my hair, his belly tight, his release near. I suck harder and feel the hot jet of his seed release into my waiting mouth .
My husband, sated eases his bulk into the hot spring and pulls me to him to sit his lap. His face buried in my hair to nuzzlse my neck . I think of all our years together and how this man has grown into the loving husband, father and a ruler in his own right . All he needed was small measures of kindness and love for him to shine . I hear the beating of his mighty and hidden heart . Hidden that is from all but me and his children . The heat from the springs eases my sore back and thighs from my ride today atop Summer . I begin to feel drowsy when my sweet Sandor lifts me up and steps out of the spring to carry me to our bed . I ask him to make a stop at the privy as I have to make water, yet again . He says he will be abed waiting for me .
I chew a mint sprig and ease into bed next to my husband, He rolls to face me cupping his hand around my breast, thumbing my nipple, he replaces his thumb with his mouth, sucking lightly at my pink tip . I grind into him wanting him to touch and taste more of me . He then straddles me, kneading both breasts with his hands . He lowers himself and sucks, licks, pinches and flicks my hardened tips. He rolls them between thumb and forefinger, a tug, a pinch, my back arches with need for his heat . He lowers himself leaving a trail of kisses in his wake . He glides his tongue over my belly, my mound, he bites my hip bones, my inner thighs, I raise my sex to him, I am wet, I am ready, I am for him . He buries his tongue in me, as far as he can, he withdraws, to flick light touches on my core with his tongue, I roll my hips wanting, needing his touch . He places two fingers in me, makes circular motions in my depths all while licking and sucking my hard little bead of womanhood, my breath becomes ragged I feel my come approaching, He puts a hand under my rump, lifts me to his maleness, and enters me with a single thrust, he sets a rhythm, stroking my small but engorged button with his thumb, I knead my breasts and flick their hard points, he grasps my hips, my rump resting on his powerful thighs and gives all he dares, His eyes are wide open and looking into my mine and he gives me my come, hard, wet earnest . I feel it from my insides spreading like wildfire over my parts, my insides flutter to lap and suck at his shaft milking his seed out of him, his belly tightens, his back arches, he twitches but never do our eyes break their lock on each other. I see, feel, hear his come, I smile at him he gives a wink, then lays down beside me, the last sound I hear before sleep wraps me in a warm embrace is, " I love you, Little Bird " ...