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Robert knew Lyanna wasn’t in the best of moods, and so, when he snug into her bed chambers, it was without any intentions of getting his cock wet, but to try and calm the she wolf’s anger. ❝Relax.❞ He encouraged, wrapping his strong arms around her middle, and with his thumb drawing small circles on her middle.
@willfulwinterrose replied to your post “Okay so the Starkling birthdays are: Robb: 283 Sansa: 286 Arya: 289...”
((If not health problems in the sense of feeling unwell, the number of pregnancies and having two close together (and possible silent early term miscarriages) may have just screwed up her cycle and without fertility doctors, nature had to right itself))
I totally agree! These are health problems that they would have had no real clue about in those days (if anything they would have just wondered if barren if anything) and like you said, nature has to right itself. Which it does, and greats the wild pup that is Rickon, haha.
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“You don’t understand”, ducking his head to hide the shade of pink his cheeks had turned, the regret of opening up to her beginning to set in and become embarrassment. She was the Queen, why would she care whether a bastard wanted to live or not. Plenty had taken their lives before him and many would after; It wasn’t something to go bothering people like her about.
“It’s not just the names–– and father, father has real sons. Plenty of them. Ones better than I”.
willfulwinterrose replied to your post:I mean at least Robert and Lyanna can meet on...
And we just singlehandedly solved like 99% of the plot of the whole series.
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When Lady Stark had come to him, interrupting their practice to tell him (in FRONT of everyone) that he would not be welcome among his siblings–– HALF siblings, (she REMINDED) at the feast, he had felt the familiar PAIN of exclusion. That had faded after the third cup of wine, though, a luxury his HALF siblings couldn’t enjoy up on the dais.
He had still left the HALL with tears in his eyes though, his uncle’s HARSH words (and no doubt the wine) having gotten to him. The cold felt good on his HOT cheeks, and being ALONE was a reprieve, but not longer after his TEARS had dried, he heard the soft crunch of SNOW behind him.
“Your Grace”, he straightened his posture, wiping at his face once more as he turned to face his AUNT–– the QUEEN.
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jon had all the energy of his half brother, keeping pace with the auburn headed boy as they ran about the yards, waving their wooden swords or trying to climb the trees lining the Godswood, but only a fraction of his appetite.
it wasn’t unusual for the boy, all dark curls and thin limbs, to pick at his fruit during breakfast and not want again until nightfall. even then, he refused most meals, nose scrunching at the plates of meat and honeyed onions alike. to get jon to eat more than half a warm roll was a challenge–– one his young mother had to face nearly every night.
seated beside her, jon shook his head as she speared a small chunk of buttered potato with her fork, holding it out for him to take.
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