Game of Thrones: Wild Princess
Chapter 7 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.
Chapter 7
Lyanna smirked as she took aim at the target; after learning the truth about Arya and starting to finally forge a bond with Rickon, the three of them began spending more time together. Finally free of the legends about her hero, Lyanna found herself properly bonding with Arya too.
Right now all three of them were spending time working on their archery. Lyanna then fired and struck the target; she grinned as did her two companions.
"Great shot." Rickon commented.
She turned to them. "Thank you, who's next?"
Arya smiled and stepped forwards herself. Lyanna watched grinning; Arya's extra experience with the bow, by virtue of being older than her and Rickon, certainly showed.
Her aim was steadier; her stance perfect. She fired and her arrow struck the target perfectly; Lyanna knew her shot had been just a bit to the left.
"Excellent." She remarked.
Arya nodded and stepped back as Rickon took his shot; performing much as Lyanna had; still grinning they continued, happy at spending time together, bonding over their shared interests. It continued even after they stopped with their archery as they then moved on to the sparring ring. Once in the ring Arya readied herself.
"Alright, let's go...who wants to go first?"
Lyanna smirked. "I have an idea, how about Rickon and I fight you together?"
Rickon grinned at that as did Arya who nodded. "Sounds good, let's go."
So, preparing themselves; they began, soon the air was filled with the ringing and clashing of their blades.
Their sparring was interrupted however; by the arrival of Theon who seemed frantic.
"Arya, Rickon...Lyanna, quickly…"
Arya turned at once. "What's going on?"
Theon explained. "It's Meera, the baby is on it's way."
At once they hurried; not even bothering to put away their practice weapons, and rushed back to the castle. They soon joined Bran and Robb, outside the birthing chamber. Looking up Robb nodded to them as he explained.
"Sansa and Talisa are inside, helping Mother."
Nodding Arya sat down, Gendry had just arrived too, having been at the forge. Rickon and Lyanna joined them, all of them doing their best to reassure Bran who was very pale and shaking. Flinching every time Meera cried out.
'I wish I didn't have to wait out here though…I wish I could be in there, helping her, somehow.' He fretted as Meera screamed again. 'Even if it was just to lessen her pain, I'd do it; gladly.'
He was startled out of his thoughts by Robb's voice. "Bran, you need to relax."
He jumped and turned to Robb. "Relax, how can I relax, Meera is…"
"I know but; you getting worked up won't help." Robb told him. "Mother's in there, so is Talisa and Sansa, Meera's in good hands."
Bran sighed but nodded, he had to admit Robb was right. So, with a heavy sigh he sat down, waiting for news.
Within the birthing chamber Meera grit her teeth as another wave of pain struck.
"Urgh, Gods!" She cried out as another, worse than any of the others struck.
Sansa gently squeezed her hand. "It's alright Meera, it's alright."
Talisa nodded reassuringly and told her. "Sansa's right, you're nearly there."
"It's…I…Urgh, great." Meera groaned.
Maester Luwin on the other hand, had a strange look on his face, something which told Meera it wouldn't be so simple after all.
Catelyn smiled gently and did her best to reassure Meera as she was instruction to push. Meera did so, groaning and crying in pain. Soon the sound of a new-born's cries filled the air. Meera let out a gasp, before smiling, she had done it.
Then Maester Luwin revealed. "Keep pushing Princess Meera, there is another child it seems."
"Another?" She gasped, as did the other ladies. 'I don't believe it...'
But it was true, before long a second baby joined the first, twins. Meera could only smile, despite her exhaustion, as she noted both of them, a boy and a girl; now cleaned and nestled safely. They both had her eyes, their daughter had her facial features, but otherwise they both resembled Bran. All the same, she knew, looking at them now, that no matter what, they were only one thing to her, perfection.
Outside, hearing the cries of infants, Bran started, the others stood, then the door opened and Sansa stepped out, smiling.
"Come in, she's done it...twins Bran." She revealed.
Bran gasped. "Twins?"
"A son and a daughter."
At once he moved his wheeled chair into the room, the others right behind him. Inside he saw Meera, sitting upright, exhausted but so utterly happy, cradling their children, comfortably wrapped in blankets. As he reached the bedside, she turned to him, moving so he could see the babies.
"Meera, they...they're perfect." He whispered, gently taking his daughter in his arms.
She nodded. "Yes, I...what should we call them?"
The others all watched, smiling as they discussed that for quite a while, until finally their names were settled. With a nod from Meera, Bran announced the names.
"Eddard and Minisa."
The others all smiled warmly, knowing where those names came from, and what they meant to them.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.