I just want to write this now before I forgot.

In the land of Westeros, many things happen.

Lord's fight over the little things, whore's giving birth to a new bastard, and people taking care of their farms, cattle, family, or some other stuff. Today, however, it is a new day of life for a new little soul. He is being born right now and his future has already out rich most people. In the view, we could see a man looking very worried over the sound of his screaming wife behind the closed doors. His only two sons, Brandon and Ned are both comforting each other, saying that it would be over soon and their mother would be alright. While the Lord knew his wife already done this before, it does not ease his worrying but only helps to feed into his thoughts of what could go wrong this time

Would his wife die from the blood loss? No, she was norther and we are always strong.

Would the babe die upon breathing? No, they would have the power to withstand winter upon birth.

Would they both die? No, I can't think like this, I just have to pray to the old gods that they would make it here, just like the two sons before.

When the door finally opens ajar, it shows a midwife at its open frame and all of her clothes are bloodied. Enough to prove to the lord that something bad had happened to his wife and with the midwife worry face, it only confirms his distress.

"What happen? Is my wife okay? Is she fine? Where is the baby? Is it okay?! Answer me woman!" His son rushes over to see what going on with their father and mother. The midwife looks down as if averting his gaze would help the situation, before explaining what has happened.

"My lord! I-I'm sorry to say that-that Lady Lyarra had fallen ill and maester Luwin do not know when will she awake. She will be alive, however, just fallen asleep, My Lord."

Lord Rickard didn't even have a chance to realize what the midwife was saying before both his boys run past him and run towards their sleeping mama. Both were already crying and yelling for their mother to wake up and tell them that it's not real or just for her to hug them again. Lord Rickard walks towards them and grabs them in the hardest hug they ever felt from their father. As if, even letting go for a moment they would disappear too, into the darkness that was slowly consuming him. He could feel the hot tears coming from his son's eyes and how warm their cheeks are from yelling and crying. They were also whispering and whining about how she can't be gone, saying things that he wanted to say, to say to his wife as if those words would bring her back but he can't. Not because he doesn't have the strength but because he needed to be strong for his sons in their weakest hour, to pull them through and himself after this- this mess. Even though this was supposed to be a happy day for the whole family it turns to be much worse then anyone could imagine and it's only about to get worse from here on out.

When maester Luwin bring the babe to him after he whispers to his sons that everything would be fine, he immediately notices that the child has not yell or cry yet but was looking peaceful and his chest barely going up and down. If it weren't for the fact that Rickard had to stare the child to make sure that the baby was okay and breathing, he would have thought that the child was stillborn.

When maester Luwin find that Lord Rickard was both sitting down and holding the child closely, only then did he told him the other bad news. The child has been born with a wrong foot on his right side. Meaning that he can't run or walk and even if he can walk, he'll only be limping along the way, but he'll live. Only in a cripple life.

Lord Rickard felt his heart drop down all the way to Kingslanding as he heard that his son could never run, walk or even jump right. Looking at his little tuft of dark brown hair that he had clearly gotten from him, he couldn't wonder why did the old gods forsake both his wife and son today.

And from years on, more people would be forsaken by this day but that's another time to tell you.

Any ideas on what to call the little lord? I was thinking along the lines of Arvin but hey, review or pm about a name. Always welcome to hear from people's thoughts.

P.s the demon slayer one that I am working on is still being work on cause I am a lazy person that have school to worry about also.