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Eddard Stark II
Winterfell, North, 298 AC
"FUUCCKK!" His wife screamed while he licked her clit with the sunlight of the early hours of the morning shining upon them through the window. They had meant to get dressed and start their duties but as in every day they started, they kissed each other on the lips and more often than not, as in that day, they just…went further… "Don't stop!" she commanded of him while she held his hair and he did as he was told without much hesitation…
After a few minutes, he stopped licking and inspected her insides, finding her wet enough to put it in and so he entered her, slowly at first but picking up the pace not long after. He couldn't help but notice that his wife was covering her mouth with her right hand just as she did in the last couple of days. If she meant to keep it low in volume, thanks to a conversation she had with Jon and Daenerys before the New Year…she wasn't doing a very good job…
He took her big and round breasts with his hands and sucked her nipples while he increased his pace further, she picked a pillow and hid her face under it as her volume increased proportionately to his pace. Because they had done it during the night, he could hold himself for longer and so he just enjoyed it all before being forced to address his duties. She spent herself before he could spill his seed inside her but they were not too far apart.
He took his cock out of her and with his arm, he cleaned the sweat off his face. Then he stood there panting, recovering his breath but he saw that she was panting more than him under the pillow. "It seems you did not hide your volume that much…" he japed but his teasing was met by a pillow in the face.
"You could have helped me with it!" she protested. "I'm trying to not scare our children and you are just…"
"Ash, what do you want me to do to help you?" he asked. "You were always loud…it's in your being and it's not something you can change more than what you have done."
"I don't know…" she sighed while covering her beautiful face with her hands. "I love it when you make me scream…I love having you inside me but…"
Ned could not deny he was also ashamed of subjecting his children to…a screaming session but his primal being just wanted to claim his wife every day…lick her breasts…kiss her lips…ravish her insides…she along with the children was what kept him going after everything he went through and lost. Ashara was even more special because with her he could truly be himself and know that she loved and respected him for it. "Our children…seem to be used to it…so why stop?"
"You just sound like your brother Brandon!" Ashara said indignantly. "What do you think our youngest, our sweet and precious Lyra who is almost afraid of her own shadow thinks when she hears me moan when you put your cock in me?"
"Has she ever asked you why you are screaming at night or dawn?" he countered.
"No…"
"Then I don't think there is a problem, Ash," Ned concluded. It was true that his youngest daughter was very shy and scared easily, she took it from him but she couldn't stay that way forever… "She is often scared but someday she will have to face her fears, my love, and if we help her overcome them, we are doing a good job as parents are we not?"
"Yes but…is allowing our children to hear us…I mean me a good thing?"
"No…but you have been reducing the moans lately…and those you make are not as loud as they used to be," Ned confessed as he picked his clothes and began getting dressed. "We can always stop…though it grieves me much…"
"What if we have another child?" she asked, her look still pensive.
"Another child? Are you sure about it?" he questioned quite surprised if he was to be honest…it had been nearly three years since they had Lyra…it's not like they tried but she never got pregnant again.
"As far as I know I might be pregnant already…" she told him without flinching. "We have been making out on my not so safe days lately so..." His wife stood up and stretched herself, her breasts bouncing as she did it and he almost took her there again but his responsibilities had to win the fight especially with Robert coming. "We waited for nearly six years to have Lyra after we conceived Arya and we are approaching three years since our youngest' birth. Not to mention that I'm close to six and thirty which means that my childbearing years are close to ending and I want my ten children!"
Ned chuckled at his wife's project and then wrapped his arms around her stomach. "My Shining Star…don't you think ten is quite a lot of children? We still need four more…and soon Jon and Brandon will be having their own children…I'm sure Winterfell will be…quite lively…"
"I think it's quite possible…" she laughed. "But most importantly…if I'm pregnant, we…I mean I shall not make too much noise…"
"I'm not sure if that is a good plan but if it makes you less worried, then we should go for it." A knock on the door warned them of the impending arrival of Ros. "Come in!" he said as he was presentable enough.
The red-haired woman entered the room with a big smile that did not seem to leave her face. It was hard to conceive that Ros was not nobleborn…she dressed fine, she had good features and learned so much from Ashara such as etiquette, economics, general knowledge, that two could be considered sisters. They thought so alike that if one did not find the solution to a problem the other would which made him feel more at ease. "Milord, Milady…" she bowed before them. "Is it going to be a…couple bath today?"
"I'm afraid not Ros." Ned quickly replied as he began dressing his doublet. "I have some affairs to treat with the Winter Guard and also some plans that need to be refined to receive King Robert."
"Me too…" Ashara sighed. "I guess today will be a quick bath…unfortunately."
"I shall prepare the water for Milady then." Ros nodded as she began walking towards the bathing room, where Ned had a huge artificial pool built for his wife after she told him to not build a Sept he wanted to present her with. She took his Gods as her own and even if she prayed to the Seven sometimes, he loved her more for that.
"How are the children?" Ned asked Ros as he always did when she met them in the morning.
"Already awaken, Milord." His wife's apprentice explained. "All the girls except Lyra are bathing right now. After I'm done with Milady I will help our little pup."
"You do well my love," Ashara assured while walking to him and then kissing his cheek. "Good luck with your day."
"To you too," Ned replied kissing her cheek. "See you later Ros."
"See you later, Milord."
"Ros, what do you say about helping me raise another child?" Ned heard his wife question as he opened the door to leave, she was walking to the bathing room.
"Milady is to be pregnant?" Was the last thing he heard from the two of them before he closed the door and walked towards the Great Hall to eat something.
A while later…after he was done eating, he was passing through the yard with both Jory Cassel and Rickard Ryswell following him. They were both commanders of the Winter Guard, Jory from Winterfell's chapter and Rickard from Winter Town's chapter. There was a third chapter, the Direwolf Harbor chapter which was under Harrion Karstark but its services would not be required for Robert's impending arrival given the distance both points were from each other.
"I want the Kingsroad to be patrolled from Moat Cailin to the Gifts, the Harboroad from Winter Town to White Harbor, and the Direwolf Road from at least Winterfell to Torrhen's Square." Thinking about it better and perhaps having Karstark helping wasn't such a bad idea… "Send a raven to Harrion and ask for him to send some of his men to help us."
"Will do My Lord." Jory avowed.
"Once the King arrives nothing bad can happen," Ned warned. "They think of us barbarians, at least those who did not fight with us during the Rebellion, we must prove them wrong."
"I assure you on my honor that nothing bad will happen, My Lord," Ryswell assured. "I have begun drilling the troops, everything should be ready to receive King Robert when he arrives. We shall show these southrons our might and organization."
Winterfell's sect was the smallest, it had five hundred men who can mount a horse but served mostly as infantrymen. Both Winter Town's sect and Direwolf Harbor's fielded fifteen hundred men of which a third of which were on horse. Amongst the soldiers were people from the lands of House Stark, Glover men, Mountain Clans' folk, and some of those orphans Ashara brought from King's Landing and Dragonstone to settle the North. They were all reliable, loyal, and well trained but they were costly too, especially with the many projects they were also involved in but the treasury was still functioning well and every profit was well invested.
"We all wish that Ser Rickard but mind you I don't want us to be sulking for being mistreated as barbarians nor saying we are better than those south of the Neck," Ned said. "My guess is that the King is already in the North so we do not have much time, so I'm glad everything is going well."
"Oh I almost forgot My Lord, we have found a deer's carcass near the site where the direwolf was…judging by the decomposing state it was in, I'm more than sure it was that beast that the direwolf fought before we found her," Jory informed him. "We have not found any signs of other direwolves so Winter, if I'm not wrong in the name, is the only one south of the Wall."
"Not for long I believe." Ned quickly said. Winter's belly was so large that he wondered when her litter would come. "Anyway, I will see how she is since you have spoken of her…I leave you two to your duties, and if anything troubles you, come and meet me at once."
"Of course, My Lord." Both men nodded as they continued in different directions.
Ned walked towards the kennels and as he did, he found Daenerys coming from the South Gate's direction. "Dany, were you outside of the walls?" he asked curiously. It was not too common for his children to leave the walls so the sight did surprise him.
"Yes, father," she replied as she approached him. "Bran had the idea of organizing a small melee in King Robert's honor so I decided to see where such thing could be organized, if it is viable at all…"
"And what did you conclude?" To be honest organizing a melee would be a good way to impress Robert but to him…well it was just too out of his zone of comfort. He still kept himself in shape but melees were never his thing.
"That if such thing is to be organized, it cannot be in Winter Town due to the lack of space. The only suitable area is the Direwolf Plaza but if we put it there we would mess with the merchants and many people dependent on selling the wares so I don't think we should do it there."
"If I'm to be frank…I don't think organizing a melee is a good idea…" Ned confessed to his adoptive daughter who the previous Queen, her mother, begged him to protect and raise, a wish he heeded. A wish that Robert was more than reluctant in agreeing but with some sweet words from Ned and Jon Arryn, their foster father who unfortunately was no longer amongst the living, he accepted provided she never rose against him which if it depended on Ned, was a granted. "It's not my cup of tea…"
"Neither is Jon's or mine," Daenerys confessed as well. "It was Bran who was far more excited for it and neither one of us wanted to disappoint him so we went investigating what could be done."
"We can always organize a little display at the courtyard here if need be…" Ned proposed, his arms crossed as he gave it some thought. "Maybe we should wait and see…"
"That sounds more than reasonable." Daenerys admitted with a weak smile which made him understand that something was not right with her…
"Are you troubled, Dany?" he questioned.
"A little…" she confessed, sighing. "I'm worried about you all…I…" Of course…she has become too much of a Stark to not care about the Pack…
"King Robert will not harm you nor harm any of us," Ned told her, hoping he was not wrong about, the Robert he knew was not someone to harm innocents much less children or women. Then again there were Elia Martell and her children's murders…but Daenerys was under his protection and they were like brothers… "If he threatens to harm us, he will be no better than your true father who unjustly demanded our heads fifteen years ago when we committed no crime. I can tell you that Robert will never forgive himself if he reaches Aerys' levels, he promised it before the Trident and I do believe he intends to keep it."
"People change father…" she whispered. "He might very well be someone so different from the Robert who rode with you in the Rebellion that you will not recognize him anymore…" His children were all getting wise with the years they were gaining…she wasn't wrong but he hoped he wasn't either…
"That is true but there is nothing for you to fear, my white flower." Ned teased as he patted her shoulder which made her smile a genuine smile. "I was going to take a look at Winter so why don't you join me? Perhaps it will ease your mind…"
"I guess I can go…I do enjoy rubbing her huge belly…"
"Come then." Ned brought her closer to him and the two of them walked to the kennels. They arrived and the only thing they could hear was the dogs barking quite a lot, more than usual to be exact…Farlen was nowhere to be found either... "They are particularly loud today aren't they?" Ned questioned with an uneasy feeling.
"It seems like so…" Daenerys nodded seemingly uneased too… "Where is…"
Farlen exited the building with a tired look just as Dany was about to speak and he did not seem to see them there for a few seconds after which he turned back to them, saw them, and bowed. "My Lord, My Lady…please forgive me…the direwolf has been into labor for a few minutes now…"
"Truly?" Daenerys said beaming, the prospect of seeing direwolf pups was most likely in her mind…
"Aye." Farlen nodded. "Three are out already but she has more in her. I came to grab some more water for both her and me."
"Should I warn the others, father?" Daenerys questioned him.
"Aye, bring them here…I'm sure the girls will love to see the pups."
"I will be back in no time then." Dany said as she picked her skirt and made a run for it. Sometimes Elianna and she reminded him of Lyanna when she fancied or rather was forced to wear dresses…picking them up and running…getting them all muddy…Gods, she died way too early…she and almost everyone in my family…I pray the Gods that my children trueborn and adopted do not suffer the same faith…I wouldn't bare it…
"Want to see them, My Lord?" Farlen questioned, waking him from his dire thoughts.
"Aye." Ned nodded as he stepped towards the door. Best not entertain such notions for it will only depress me more.
Elianna Stark I
Winterfell, North, 298 AC
"So cute…" Elianna murmured, melted with the cuteness of the pups…there were six of them, four had grey fur like Winter, one was pure black and there was a white one too. The New Year seemed to start quite well… "Do you think I can hold them?" she questioned her parents with a hopeful gaze, she wanted to touch the soft fur…
"Let them suckle the milk first," Father told her. "They are way too young and small for such thing."
"Can I pet them then?" she asked impatiently and so melted…
"Isn't my sweet daughter troublesome today?" Mother asked by her ear.
"I can't resist mother…look how cute they are…aww…" Elianna sighed while hugging herself. "Please…"
Everyone chuckled at her reaction but she did not care she wanted to touch them! "Farlen, what do you say? Can they pet them?" Father asked the Kennelmaster.
"Aye, I think they can, M'lord."
"Well then…I guess you can pet them…" Father concluded and all the girls, even Arya threw themselves at the pups without letting him finish the sentence. "Seven hells…" he proclaimed as he began laughing like all the boys.
"Look at the whole bunch of them…" Her twin brother, Brandon, said while shaking his head. "Poor pups…"
"I guess someone is jealous…" Elianna teased as she petted as many pups as she could like Dany, Jeyne and Beth were doing, little Lyra was trying to mimic them while Arya was doing her own thing as always. From the corner of her eye, Elianna noticed Ros carefully and stealthily getting closer to the pups before she knelt and began petting them too. "If you behave well, perhaps we might consider patting your hair, Bran…"
"And who said I need my hair patted?"
"Your lack of grooming…" Jon murmured and everyone laughed.
"Speaks the curly boy who spends no time combing his hair…" Bran countered and so Jon blushed and looked away. "You're lucky to have those curls brother otherwise…well…we would see who lacks grooming."
"Now boys, enough teasing." Mother entered the conversation sternly to prevent things from escalating. "We are here to see the pups and not comment about hairs."
"Milady does not want to pet them?" Ros inquired. "These are cute and fluffy…I feel like a child of six again…"
"I shall wait for my turn." Mother dismissed and then she walked towards Winter who was laying down while the pups suckle her teats. "Or I can pet this big girl who went to so much effort today…" Winter seemed to like the cuddling she was receiving. "It's already troublesome to bring one child at a time…two is a nightmare…I cannot think how hard is to bring six…you are one tough girl."
"Can we all keep one for ourselves?" Artie asked. "It's our sigil…"
"What about Dany?" Arya immediately questioned indignantly. "Or Ros?"
"I…you are right…" Artie quickly said worriedly. "I'm sorry…I…"
"You all should not keep yourselves from having a pup just because of me, I'm a Targaryen by birth I can do without a direwolf," Dany said without breaking her genuine smile, her sister always had a lot of strength in her even when people judged her she kept her head high and did not falter. "Who knows…maybe I will have a dragon at some point…"
"Dragons do not exist anymore." Artie pointed out. "They went extinct in the reign of King Aegon the Third."
"And neither did direwolves before Winter's arrival." Bran pointed out.
"Yes, that's true but Beyond-the-Wall there are still direwolves which explains Winter's arrival." Artie countered. "But I guess you are right…perhaps Dany will find an egg at some point though hatch it would be very difficult..."
"And where would she find it?" Jon asked.
"I don't know…" Arthur shrugged. "Perhaps Dragonstone?"
"Wouldn't the Targaryens have found eggs there if there were any?" Arya questioned.
"That's my thought process," Jon said. "What do you say, mother? You were at Dragonstone when you were a lady-in-waiting right?"
"I said it as joke guys, I don't believe I will have a dragon but I don't mind not having a pup." Dany said.
"I was and I do not recall any eggs." Mother said as she continued to pet Winter. "But then again…the whole island is filled with caves which the dragons loved to take lair upon so I would not be surprised if there are any hidden there."
"But the Targaryens killed themselves to try and hatch them again so it's unlikely any of them would hatch." Father joined in. "Anyway…taking care of pups especially knowing what they will become is hard, it demands a lot..."
"We are tough, father!" Arya quickly said. "We can take care of them!"
"Aye." She and her siblings nodded determinately.
Father looked at mother who shrugged. "It's not like we can get rid of these little ones…best if they try to domesticate them, that is if it's possible of course, then let them roam around the Wolfswood and risk having them kill someone."
"Fine. But no delegating your responsibilities to Ros or your siblings!" Father warned. "If you are responsible for one of these pups, you and no one else is, are we clear?"
"Aye."
"I'm picking this one." Arya proclaimed while pointing at one of the grey ones. "Is it a male or a female?"
"It's a female," Jeyne replied blushing. "She does not have the…hum…"
"Cool! I will name her Nymeria!" It did not seem like Arya paying much attention to what her good friend was about to say about…male…things so Jeyne did not say anything else likely for being ashamed of the subject.
"How predictable…" Bran murmured to Jon and Theon, who chuckled amused but Arya did not find it as funny and so she lolled her tongue at them.
Elianna looked at the pups and noticed the one she was cuddling was a female just like Arya's so she decided to choose it. "Can I choose this one?" she asked, looking at her siblings to see if they objected.
"No problem from me." Said Jon. "Pick which one you like sister."
"Me neither." Bran agreed. "It's yours."
"Wonderful." Elianna said happily as she continued patting her baby pup. She was wondering what name she could give it…it had to be something good and pretty…
"I choose this one," Arthur said while pointed to another grey pup which was next to Arya's right, this one a male. "It's the only one that is still occupied with suckling which means he is smart because food is…precious…"
"I couldn't agree more." Theon chuckled. "In both ways…"
"Shut up you pervert." Jon scolded.
"I'm sorry…" Theon murmured smirking, his eyes going to father and mother to see if they were to scold him but they did not…Elianna wondered why Jon called Theon a pervert for this…
"I like the black one." Bran proclaimed as he got closer to the pups.
"I…like the black one too…" Said Lyra almost crying. Oh boy…
"Lyra if you want that one you can have it," Bran said as he lifted his hands to the air. "You don't need to cry, I can choose another."
"I'm sorry…" Her youngest sister said saddened. "I don't want you to…not choose the pup you want…"
"You don't have to be sorry, sister." Bran insisted. "He or she will be better in your careful hands than in my foolish ones so now stop crying and give me a smile."
Lyra smiled and hugged the black female pup which was a cute sighting, especially when Ros began cuddling the little girl. It was beautiful to see sweet shy Lyra like that.
"I think I will choose the white one." Jon pressed forward. "Or do you want it?"
"I'm fine with this one." Bran pointed at the last pup, a grey one and the biggest one of the litter. "Don't know what to call him though."
"Let them grow a bit more." Father proposed. "That way you all can see the personality of the wolves and name them according to it."
"Mine is Blacky." Lyra proclaimed as she happily patted the black pup.
"Well, it seems someone has no troubles at naming things." Ros giggled. "It's actually a good name Lyra."
"Thank you." Elianna's youngest sister smiled shyly with the compliment and Elianna herself smiled at how cute her little sister was.
"Mine is going to be Rune." Arthur decided.
"Expected." Bran quickly said, annoying her a bit.
"What about you, oh great mage of prediction? Are you to name yours Pinky Finger That Tells You Things or My Owner is Too Cocky?"
"Elianna…" Mother warned next to her and she immediately felt sorry…it was not normal for her to be reprimanded so she quickly became afraid.
"I…I'm sorry…" she murmured. "I just got a bit annoyed with Bran…I didn't mean to…"
"I'm an expert at annoying people so I apologize for doing that to you, sister of mine." Bran said. Unlike her, he was quite used to be reprimanded given his wild behavior.
"Anyway my loves." Mother said as she stood up, taking the fur out of her hands. "Let us all leave the pups and Winter for the time being…I'm quite tired of hearing all these dogs barking so what do you all say of us going inside the Keep and play some cyvasse?"
"Yes!" Arya said excitedly. "This time I'm going to beat Ros!"
"Don't be silly little girl, you will need a few more years before you can best me." Ros said cockily because she was the best player amongst all of them…Elianna only saw the red-haired lose five times, three to mother, one to father, and one to Jon, and to be honest, Elianna wanted to win against her too. She wasn't the worst player so she had a chance but her family was too good at it too so all the matches were hard at the end of the day…
"I have been practicing some, will you play against me Dany?" Jeyne asked shyly. "I'm sure I can surprise you."
"I want to play with Dany and Elianna too!" Young Beth proclaimed indignantly.
"Girls, we have time, me and Elianna can play with you both a few matches," Dany said. "No fighting please, we are all friends."
Both girls nodded and hugged each other as reconciliation, as mother forced them to do every time there were fights among them.
"Ned, my love, are you free to play or do you have important matters to attend?" Mother asked.
"I suppose…I can find some time…" Father said as he rubbed his chin. "But we can't do this often especially with the King on his way here and us with matters to attend."
"We are so many here…we can delegate some affairs to the children don't you agree?"
"True…but are they up to the challenge?"
"Of course we are!" Bran assured. "But more importantly, I play with father first!"
"You have no remedy, Bran," Jon murmured whilst shaking his head. "I appreciate the confidence, father, mother."
"Me too." Dany joined in.
"And me." Elianna joined in too, not wishing to be left behind. They left Winter, the pups, the barking dogs, and Farlen in the kennels and spent some time in the Great Hall, playing as the King was ever closer to their home.
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YAMI: Aún no lo he decidido, la probabilidad es mínima ya que prácticamente son hermanos. Quanto a los huevos de drágon, no puedo decir mucho, si Dany conseguirlos, no serán de Illyrio, pelo lo menos directamente.
I had this Chapter done for a few days and published in archive but there was some readers pointing out that Ashara would not accept to name a son Robert and so I was considering my options. I had reasons for having a Robert Stark but to get rid of a problem that is easy to fix, Robert Stark will now be Brandon Stark, like Ned's brother. Some hidden meanings here and there, pups, soft fur...some more information about the North...I guess it's not just filler.
Thank you for sparing time reading and I hope everyone has a nice day and stays safe.