To those who have found this stories name of interest ,I am truly pleased for it to have done so.
The OC (Simo Stark) is someone I've had in my head a long while in sooth( I speak like this when stressed) , so I truly thought to my self "why da fick not, what could go wrong ?". If something either pleases you or irritates you let me know, criticism and good words will be always be welcome . Now in the worst paraphrase of a certain author " Any man , woman ,child or some-how sentient houseboat find a allegory in this tale , they will be promptly shot in the head with a donderbuss". Let the Comedy commence, yours truly, Mudblut and shyte.
_263 After Aegons Conquest,Winterfell,_
Rickard Stark was a man of many things, caution , shrewdness and warfare if the need arose,but a man who could sit in a damn chair while his wife was screaming her heart out in another room giving him a son or daughter and risking her life was never one of them, if he could scream, he would, but the mere act would be shocking , since he hasn't done that in what? five years?. His Lyarra ,his guelder-rose,bonny bride and my little ball of wrath,titles she heard often enough to know what they were , the maester and the midwifes were the only ones who were allowed in the roo, , the fact made his blood boil and teeth grind. ,His father-in-law Rodrik Stark was sitting across from him polishing his sword.
Rickard always wondered about his father in law , as far he was once aware of well traveled meant everywhere that was somewhere in The North was well traveled but Rodrik took those two words and hit him over the head a few times with them .
"So Rodrik? " he said ,Rodrik looked at him with a what-have-we-here look ,and he continued " what is the furthest east you've ever been ?" ,Rodrik put his sword in it's sheath ,looked thoughtfully and then said " Asshai-By-The-Shadow" he paused ,and said " there are more warlocks,loons and sorcerous lore in that half abandoned hell hole than even a native would admit" ,he continued "never trust someone of that blood no matter what they do for you ,knife in your boot , dirk over the door post and dagger under your pillow is the best security besides obsidian or valyrian steel" , Rodrik was about to continue when a midwife stuck her head out of the birthing room "She dun it, mi lord! " ,"Done what? "Rickard asked , "Had twins , she did behind the Booker's back, Booker said she couldn't have twins!" the midwife said ,she looked like a cat who just drank a gallon of cream Rickard looked at him confused , hoping for a translator but would fane not say it, "She means Maester Walys " Rickard said , truly he sometimes wondered at what his father-in-law did and did not know , it was truly astonishing at times. The midwife , a woman who was in her rough thirties and a mother of ten, pulled her head back in the door right after she half blitrted-half shouted her news .
Rickard arose and walked to the door and knocked rapped five times fast and five times slow , his father on bad days wouldn't let any one in his solar , Rickard once tried getting himself in via knocking on the door in different ways to achieve that had worked and often allowed him when young to escape unwanted dancing and cypher lessons , Lyarra learnt about it from him and since his father-in-law was absent, often traveling outside of westeros for most of Lyarra's upbringing , it was as if she was his little sister,not his cousin once removed he thought, he cringed at the end of it .Just as he did so the door opened , he opened his eyes to Maester Walys's look that spoke more to bewilderment and tiredness than anything else , the midwife who gave the news was now before him , with a babe in each looked at the two babes and then looked at his wife's condition she was surprisingly well recovered from as she called it " The Great Birthing Bed Wars" which was last time, when Brandon was born .
Lyarra looked at him and said " Before you ask , The eldests Eddard" she paused ,"And..." Rickard asked and his guelder-rose replied as if she was simply hoping he was anxious to know " Simo " ,"Simo! ,please tell me daughter that you're silly from the birthing bed?"his father-by-law shouted ,surprising the babes sending both screaming , Rodrik was not a man to allow half of his wife's fancies, he signed to the midwifes and the maester to leave "With the little ones" whilst sending them off.
His wife was rearing for a fight , and right after giving birth which in other words meant she was more than able to resume her duties as lady of winterfell , but also as mother to his heir,Brandon must of felt out during these last few moons , he would go to Brandons room and read him that bedtime story Brandon asked for about Bran the Builder and show him his new bothers he thought, as he left the birthing room the shouting was getting louder and the insults and pewter were going to fly.
Brandon was in his bed ,just lied down it seemed ,"Da ? ,is morn?", "No but would you like to meet your new brothers?" ,his eye lit up,"really ?" , "Yes, Really , Rickard picked up his son in his arms and left Brandons own room and when to follow after the midwives with his younger sons , it was a stroll he would admit, but not long in the tooth either he thought.
"Da would sing?" Bran asked, ",your not in bed and your brothers await " Rickard answered,"Oh" Bran said , he was fond of old nan singing him to sleep then , nothing soothing about The Bear and the Maiden Fair,those blasted ironborn songs of rapine and pillage were better by a mere egg's worth Rickard thought to himself.
As they were walking down the hallway , bran asked him " Can I play with em ?" ,"not for a few years , but won't seem long" Rickard answered, he hoped they were quieter and tamer sons than Brandon when they get older he thought aswell .
The midwife, what was her name he thought," Diedre, isn't it?",this could go wrong or right ,one could never tell with women , especially his dame.
"Yes milaird , your little ones are resting still and well they is , Old Nan is watching or em" the good dame replied , " Thank you , you are dismissed , go to the Poole for your pay , tell Vayon to put an extra dragon or two" , the midwife eyes lit up ," yes mi lord " she said and left at a hurried stride. He opened the door , and there was Old nan ,cooing over the twins, " Oh mi lord ,I didn't hear you there." Nan said and continued" I see the little lord-ling wants to see his brothers" ,Rickard looked at bran ,who was looking at the new additions to the clan , with a look of interest . The eldest or the one whom Old Nan was pointing at first , as she was pointing she rambled on "This one's Eddard and the other's ..." ,"Simo?" he answered. "Yes Thank you Milaird" She replied,
Eddard has his nose and chin he thought , then Rickard held Brandon at arms length and Rickard looked his son in the eyes , the servant said Brandon had his eyes,
if only he had a candle or two and a looking glass he thought, after looking bran long enough , Eddard has Bran's eyes , Simo had Lyarra's and the beginning of his grandfather's nose he thought, after a good look of course .
After they had made they greeting left Old Nan to her duties , they continued past the birthing room ,door closed , thank the god's Rickard thought, Bran asked him " Da why do Mar and Grandpa fight? " ,"I genuinely don't know " he replied , it was truly confusing how his father in law was scrapping wordwise often enough to have the scullery maid's betting on it with the men-at-arms , even young Vayon , the new steward bet on it as well , the last fact was learnt quite recently .
Upon reaching Bran's bedroom, Rickard said "Now how would you like that bedtime story I promised ?".
-Writers note_
Warning , I'm note padding this until proven otherwise .
few things I'll lay before you beforehand in this fic , due to this being my very first try at writing of this sort,
forgive me my fudge ups.
The original idea was what if Eddard Stark was warded at Pyke instead of the Eyrie ,
then it evolved into the OC and a few drabbles on a text discussion, now this .expect a update between a week and a fortnight .
yours truly the author