Game of Thrones: The New Stark
Chapter 9 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Chapter 9
The atmosphere in Winterfell was one of anticipation and high emotion these days. This was due to two events affecting the Starks, due to take place and drawing closer. Those two events were, of course, the birth of Arya and Gendry's child and also Rickon and Shireen's wedding. Due to how long things had to take, Stannis and Selyse had left, with most of their retinue, to return to their own lands.
But it was well known that Stannis would be back in time for the actual wedding. Meanwhile; the rest of the family prepared themselves and Shireen slowly but surely found herself managing to fit in with her new family. As well as adapting to the cold at last.
It was only two weeks after the departure of Stannis and Selyse that the Starks could be found waiting anxiously, outside the birthing chamber, for news. Robb, Bran, Rickon all sat waiting, while Gendry was too anxious to sit still and paced endlessly, flinching whenever he heard Arya scream from within. For it was indeed time, Arya was giving birth to her and Gendry's child.
"Gendry, it'll be alright." Robb spoke up, trying to reassure the young man. "Arya is in good hands."
Gendry stopped briefly and bit his lip. "I...I know, I just."
Bran nodded in agreement. "It will be fine, Maester Luwin knows what he's doing. Don't forget, Mother, Sansa, Talisa, Meera and Shireen are all in there too."
Gendry sighed but nodded, still, it did little to assuage his anxiousness. Inside the birthing chamber, Arya screamed again as she tried to push. She was drenched in sweat, her hair plastered to her forehead.
"Come on Arya." Her mother urged. "You're nearly there."
Arya cried out again. "I-I can't, it...it's too much..."
Some of the other women shared worried glances, Sansa however shook her head.
"Arya, I know you can do this." She said firmly. "You faced up to the horrors at Harrenhall and did not show any fear, even when you were tortured and left for dead."
"That isn't the same!"
"You're right, one is painful, terrifying, almost unbearable. This is just having a baby." Sansa replied.
Fighting to control her breathing, Arya shook her head. "Sansa...shut the fuck up, please."
All the same, the words gave her strength. A short while later, there was relief, and joy, as the sounds of a baby's cries filled the room.
Upon hearing the first cries, Gendry tensed, then grinned. It wasn't until later however that he, and the rest of the family, entered the chamber. Arya was seated upright now, wan but smiling. The baby was wrapped comfortably in a blanket and current being nursed by Arya.
"Arry..." Gendry whispered as he approached.
"A daughter." She replied softly. "I...I already thought of a name...Visenya."
Gendry grinned; knowing Arya as he did, he wasn't surprised she'd pick such a name. "A good name."
The others nodded in agreement as Gendry got his first proper look at his daughter and smiled widely. Apart from her grey eyes and long face, inherited from Arya, she was the image of Gendry. So it was the Starks came together, to celebrate a new arrival to their family and, to their great relief, one born in a time of peace.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.