#father unknown

[fudgerika]

All she really wanted was exactly what her parents had; a strong, loving marriage and a couple of children. But to admit that to anyone these days was like admitting to cannibalism.

Lesley Pearse, Father Unknown

[fudgerika]

So she was doing what she always did when she couldn't see a way forward - nothing.

Lesley Pearse, Father Unknown

[pleasuresandmyworld]

But I think it's just fate, and people fall in love because they just can't help themselves

father unknown, Lesley Pearse

[hanniebones]

Somebody compared me to Charlotte from Charlotte's Web today... if that's the case, I deem that tumblr may inherit my egg sack.

[pleasuresandmyworld]

Josie sentia que era como uma boneca. Tirada da caixa, vestida e exibida. Depois, Mark despia-lhe as belas roupas e abusava dela antes de a meter novamente nua na caixa, à noite

Procuro-te, Lesley Pearse

[lady-elia-alyx-swann]

1. Birth

It was pain like no other, she felt as she was being ripped in two from the inside outwards. She wanted it to end but still the pain came regardless. One wave after another, her loyal Septa by her side, wiping away the beads of sweat before they fell. Nothing helped in this moment of necessary agony, in order to bring life into this world, this world which sat on the edge of knife's blade. The father knew not, she ran before she began to show enough to raise questions.

She had fallen from grace, into the hands of a man who did not love nor intent to marry her. She had become a victim of her own desires, twisted by his silver tongue as he whispered flowery words, promising an impossible future but still she believed him true.

She had been warned but thrown caution to the wind. She had tempted fate and it had bitten back. This was the price of her naivety, she was about to become a mother, a mother to a bastard child which she and her septa would try and hide from the world.

Alas she knew this would not last long, she could try and hide behind this delusion, word would reach the capital that the Swann girl had birthed a bastard child. “It's time my lady” Her Septa's words knocked her back to reality, the time had arrived but she was so very tired. Would she have the energy to survive this?

One, two, three

She counted before using the strength she could muster to push. “Again my lady” cried Septa Myra, she threw her head back, a pained scream escaped her lips as she pushed once more. A sharp cry that was not her own broke through, a sad smile crossed her cracked, dry lips. Her eye lids grew heavy, the true extend of the task had hit her, draining her of all her strength and energy.

Her Septa drew the babe close, smiling down at the new life that she helped into the world. “It's a boy my lady” She announced, knowing that from this moment, he was a nameless son who could not inherit neither the name of the house of his mother nor his father as his own. He would forever be a Snow, a bastard born in the north.

A knock came rapping at the chamber door, as Myra carefully placed the child in his mother's arms before going to answer the door. Her gaze was fixed on his young, innocent face, this child would be judge for her sins. The sins of the mother would most definitely past to the child.

He would face everything that Jon Snow had faced. All the insults and slander, all because he existed, both outside of wedlock. The sound of the heavy wooden door closing, almost as soon as it had opened alerted her that something was wrong.

“A raven from King's landing My lady”Septa Myra's hand's shook as she clutched the message, her voice trembled, fear dripped from each word that passed her lips. How had they found her? Here of all places, in the House of the Lord of Greywater Watch. Lord Reed had protected her when no-other would by hiding her within the walls of his household. She had lived in one of the smaller guest rooms away from the sight of any guests that passed through.

The servants paid little heed to her or Myra who was never fair behind her mistress. “It's from Lord Varys, riders are on their way my lady, Lord Baelish is among them” Who else by the Spider, he had fingers in all the pies, he had sent a warning to her but the question was why? She was too weak to move, the birth of her son had taken it out of her. They were coming from her and her bastard son.