Sansa was lacing up the new dress she made for Eda.
"You made this in just a few nights?"
Eda marveled wishing she took her sewing lessons seriously when she was growing up.
Sansa was pulling at the laces at the top.
"Edaline! You have… blossomed it seems..," she said and blushed.
And Eda did notice her breasts were larger and heavier but must be all the food that wasn't rabbit that she had been eating last few weeks.
She was trying to avoid thinking about the other reason for this sudden onset of womanhood.
Back home, she was back home.
Edaline was happy to be here of cause, was happy to pay respects to her father's remains.
To be around her brother and sister.
Except it wasn't home anymore.
Because he wasn't here. And she felt his presence less this far south than she did at Castle Black.
Because she had no idea how to help bring the wall down from any side and now that her siblings came into their own.
Lady of Winterfell
King of the North
She felt out of place even more as the middle sister.
She was sitting by the heart tree of her home - waiting for the trancelike state to take control.
Even that was harder here, far away from him.
And the wight - the wight was just mindless flesh that followed orders unless they made a point to arrange meeting that way now.
Everything was just not right.
She also briefly wondered if Winterfell itself had the sort of enchantments the wall did to protect its inhabitants from the darkness.
She was almost certain it did - after all it was a Stark who put up the damned wall in the first place.
She leaned into the heart tree to find herself in a snowy clearing.
The dead army stretched as far as the eye could see.
Her king spied her through the thousands of pairs of eyes of the undead.
He had her lifted in his arms and peeling off her new dress within moments.
He has been brooding more than usual.
He was missing his Edaline in the flesh next to him - her yielding warmth in his cold fingers
He would tear down the wall without her help. It may just take more time.
She belonged at his side - not among the living.
The pup had their home back and the girl tortured by the walker halfbreed Ramsay (he had no doubts after he saw his eyes) had been avenged.
"My sweet warm delicious girl" he murmured somewhere against her belly as he was working his mouth down her body in little nips, ignoring his army silently standing watch over them.
"Perhaps it is now the time to turn around and make your way north to me?"
She wrapped her arms around him and her legs and finished peeling off her dress and the rest of her clothes and pulled him back down in the snow.
All soft curves and moans under him.
She would never admit this to herself, but the more her brother spoke of dangers from the north, the more he spoke of the horror of the Night King and the army of the dead, the more she wanted to be with her king.
She was beginning to truly comprehend how powerful and dangerous and ancient her lover was.
On a basic level it excited her that she could bring him to his knees with her hands and mouth and cunt.
On a more complex level - his arms was the only place she truly felt safe, for all his darkness - he loved her, had killed for her and would do so again without question.
So when they were laying in the snow in this vision of theirs - satisfied but not truly so, for their flesh was miles and miles apart - she finally turned to him, lifting her head from his chest where she could hear no heartbeat.
She took his right hand and placed it on her belly.
"My king, I am pretty certain I am with child…".
And now she looked uncertain - scared even, of his reaction.
And he knew it was his reaction as simply a man she feared - not his reaction as a powerful being of winter and death.
He looked at her - face for once completely unreadable.
But he was … so happy.
He pulled her into his arms covering her face and neck with kisses and without as much as a word pushed her on the ground, and entered her again.
He knew they still weren't really together physically right now.
It didn't matter.
She was taken back at the urgency of his lust.
"Would it hurt the baby?"
"That… is nonsense!"
Never mind your body is not really here" he growled
between licks and bites and thrusts.
In his day - a woman with a curved belly was a sign of fertility and health, a sign of beauty.
Even the idea of her with his child lit a fire inside him.
He couldn't wait to see his beautiful Eda's breasts grow full and her belly curve as her new role descended on her.
To him she would be even more beautiful, more more perfect.
"I didn't want to tell you until I was back at your side, but I fear I may begin to show - and… I am not sure what I should do…" she added quietly.
"You don't need to do anything my queen" but now I need to make sure you are always safe for two.
He kissed her once more after the second time they got dressed.
She detached from the tree, thankfully fully dressed in real life but flushed.
She felt the spot where her corset met breasts was getting tight.
She heard noises and looked into sets of animal eyes she saw flicker in the forest. She now had no doubt they were watching.
"Lady Edaline" the voice she heard - it took her a moment to place it, but she hated that voice…
"Lord Baelish" how long has he been standing here, watching her in what should have been her..private prayer time.
She may hated the man for many reasons, but mostly because his hidden darkness peeked at her the way Ramsey and Jeoffrey's did.
But unlike them, who wore their darkness proudly, and unlike her lover - who was that darkness, Petyr "Littlefinger" hid it from the world, hid it under a weak helpless small facade of a little boy, a slight man of lower birth than most he was friends with, if he had real friends.
Clever with money and gossip, dangerous with his words but not...inherently evil.
But Edaline, oh - Littlefinger was one of the most dangerous darkest men she had ever met.
His heart was not just a black empty hole. His was a vortex of chaos and depravity and something else she couldn't place - like a perverted inversion of love, obsession?
She was getting better at reading people.
And Petyr Baelish was - foul… she never liked when he visited their mother, meeting him now after her time beyond the wall, the man practically made her want to scream for the wight to come end his pathetic life.
How much has he witnessed of what was suppose to be a private moment with her king?
She had no doubts the brothel keeper would see what was going on for what it was even without another party visible.
She knew leaving her in privacy was not something he would ever do if he discovered her alone.
"Little Eda, do you mind if I call you that?" their mother called her that - she was SURE he knew that.
"Yes Lord Baelish I mind, just Edaline is fine with me, Sansa is the Lady of Winterfell but I am hardly little wouldn't you agree" she decided to go on the offensive. He would not intimidate her with his gold and his cock and his way of weaseling into people's graces.
She was the Night Queen and her lover was winter and death itself.
"Petyr, you don't mind if I call you that do you" she purred circling him.
"What exactly WERE you doing here spying on a young innocent girl caught in passionate throes of worship - alone, people may… talk". and she tugged at her bodice and stroked her belly and hips.
But Petyr Baelish - a brothel owner of King's Landing where appetites ran to places even Edaline's mind didn't wonder.
He was not a wildring chieftain drunk on power after a hunt, or a boy of the Watch who last seen a woman when his mother kissed him goodbye.
Nor was he her king, who she may not have realized yet, would have licked every inch of her regardless of what shape or gender or color she was and found her soft curved body just a delicious bonus that happen to fit his preferences.
If Littlefinger was even remotely distracted from his winding tangled paths by much more experienced whores he would not be who he was.
And Edaline was still just a clumsy girl.
Petyr looked at her coolly with his arms over his chest.
"I never knew Edaline you were so… Religious, who were you calling for in your prayers? This is the place to worship the old gods and I don't recall any of the seven ever being called The King, but it doesn't matter - I did hear you pray that you were with child, a bastard I presume?"
Edaline dropped any pretense at seduction.
"You can't prove anything"
It never occurred to her to deny the fact and in a moment of terror she walked right into his trap confirming what he thought he heard her say to the heart tree.
"Imagine how your brother, a Snow himself will react knowing his sister was about to set another child on such a path - do YOU know who the father is Edaline?"
"What do you want Littlefinger" Eda sighed - seriously considering reaching out to her king to have the dead man come out of hiding wherever that was and do what it did"
"Oh, I just want to help you, I always help my friends and they help me, that is how friendships work isn't it. I helped many girls in your position"
"And in return?"
"I am sure I will think of something" and the vile touched her arm man was gone.
And Edaline felt like a bucket of waste was just dumped on her from this touch.
Once alone - the was in deep thought.
Not because offsprings of those unions didn't happen - they did, and he was a fool to not think of that happening eventually.
But Edaline was his queen, she was special, and so far things were all falling into an interesting chain of events.
Did it mean the child she carried was a true offspring of his kind? Immortal and perfect like the prophecy said?
Could she really give him this gift?
He marveled through - life always found a way.
Even this half life.
He knew for sure though that before he would move mountains for his queen.
His queen heavy with his child? - he would tear the world down into silver dust until it was just them so he could have her at his side.
His eyes flared colder and brighter blue. Everything will be his to lay down at her feet!