When Winter Comes

5 years after Robert’s Rebellion

Elven Beauty in Dwarven Statues

Ned was having one of those days.

Ashara, Catelyn and Elia got to spend time with all their children, including Catelyn’s newborn: Sansa. Ned, however, had to carry the burden of ruling the largest kingdom in Westeros. Currently, he was convening a meeting with the Winter city’s council. They sat together in the council’s hall, around a large oak table, discussing what to do about Markwell’s bridge, that had collapsed into one of the city’s main canals.

“The barges coming from the east will need to be diverted along another route.” Edwald Cerwyn said, pouring over a large map of the city that lay on the table between them.

“Do you have another route in mind, Canal Master?” Benjen asked him.

“The canal that flows along Baker’s Street would be the closest-” Edwald began.

“Baker’s Barge-way is far too narrow for that many boats.” Dorin, master of the Builder’s Guild cut in. The Dwarf picked up his pipe and indicated along the thin blue line along the east of the map. “If we send them down that way, the whole canal network will grind to a halt.”

“Then I would suggest that the builders guild remove the collapsed bride as fast as possible.” Edwald answered him, raising his voice.

Ned pinched the bridge of his nose, asking “Master Dorin, how quickly will you be able to clear the way?”

The Dwarf chewed on his pipe, thoughtfully “With some mages, it could be done before the moon’s turn.”

“My mages are not manual labourers.” High-mage Galadriel affirmed, the blonde Child of the Forest fixing the Dwarf with a steely gaze.

“Aye, you namby-pamby academics don’t like doing real work do you?” Dorin chuckled. The two of them quickly devolved into a battle of snark and snide remark.

Why do they always have to do this? Ned asked himself, They should just fuck and get it over with.

“Please, let’s all keep a civil tongue here.” Benjen said, trying his best to corral the rowdy council members into actually doing something.

For every hour they spend working, it seems they spend three more arguing. Ned mused.

“Even with help, that’s still nearly a fortnight with one of our main canals blocked.” trade-master Yorrek said.

Ned looked over the map again for a time before speaking. “What if we used the moats.” he suggested.

The Winter city had a moat for every curtain wall that had been built, before houses expanded past it and another curtain wall was built around them. After centuries of building and expansion, the city now had several sets of curtain walls and moats separating each section. The other council members and representatives of each of the guilds looked over the large map, contemplating Ned’s suggestion.

“We would need to ford a path to them from the canal’s, but that would be easy enough.” Dorin said, indicating to areas where the canals were closest to the moats.

“There isn’t enough width to comfortably have barges going both ways along them,” Edwald added, “But there are enough moats to make it viable. I would need to create a one-way system for them.”

The other members sitting around the table murmured in agreement.

“It’s settled then.” Ned said, standing up, the others rising with him. “Dorin, you will get your mages.” he saw Galadriel begin to say something, ”High-mage, you will instruct several of your mages to help the builders guild. They will be well compensated.” Galadriel bowed her head in supplication. “Edwald, I expect to see that one-way system by the end of the day.”

“As you wish, my Prince.” Edwald answered.

They made to leave before Dorin stopped them. “I ask only a moment of your time…” he said, the council members all began to sit down to listen to him. “After the collapsed bridge is cleared up, it will need to be rebuilt, yes?” Dorin asked, before continuing “Well, one of our guild members has created a building material that could be very useful for that.” Dorin reached below the table and pulled out what looked like a block of stone and placed it on the table. “He created a paste-like substance that becomes harder than stone when left to dry.” He said proudly.

Ned reached out and took the block in his hands. It was a heavy thing, dense and strong. Ned passed it to Benjen next to him.

“What do you call this? How is it made?” Ned asked, as the block made it’s way around the council members, examining it with curious expressions.

“Well, Stark of Starks,” the Dwarf began “It was invented by a guild member called Garak Concrete, he’s decided to call it Garak-paste.” he laughed “I’m trying to convince him to call it something else. It is made using limestone or sea shells, heating them for a while, then adding water. After that, you add volcanic ash along with volcanic rocks and more water.” He listed. “Once it has formed a paste, we put a layer down, put small rocks on top of it, then put another layer on them. We let it dry, then it is a surface harder than stone.” Dorin declared proudly. “The ash and the rocks can be provided by the few volcanoes we have in the great northern mountain ranges.”

If it was as good as he described, Garak-paste would be very useful for building in the North. “Very well then, Master Dorin.” Ned said, “You may make the new bridge out of this paste, let’s hope it is as strong as you say.”

With that, Ned and Benjen left the Winter city council hall. “Ugh.” Benjen sighed as they rode together on their direwolves through the streets of the city. “There are days I do not envy you, my brother.”

“It’s not like your position is much easier.” Ned answered. As Grand Marshal of the North, Benjen was equivalent to Ned’s Hand of the King. Ned had expected to be Brandon’s Grand Marshal as the position was usually taken by the younger brother of the Prince of Winterfell. As fate had cruelly stolen their brother from them, Benjen now had the role Ned should have inherited. Bejnen was a fair and just Marshal, most of Ned’s business came through him first and Ned had never found a reason to complain about Benjen’s judgment. Ned had to laugh sometimes, two men, both younger than six-and-twenty ruled the North together.

The two brothers rode slowly though the Winter city together, making idle conversation. They were passing a park named after one of the Brandons when their conversation turned to what they were doing that day.

“Plan to spar with Uncle Beric today?” Ned asked.

Benjen barked out a hollow laugh. “I feel, you and Ser Arthur are the only ones who stand a chance in that area.”

“Then how do you hope to impress your lovely wife?”

“Dorkk is unveiling his statue of Sylvie today isn’t he?” Benjen asked, changing the subject.

“I’d quite forgotten,” Ned answered, “That’ll certainly be fun.” He smiled.

“I’m half surprised she hasn’t asked us to fuck her together yet.” Benjen laughed. Sylvie had been Ned’s first, as well as Benjen’s and probably Brandon’s too. It seemed if there was a Stark man, she would make it her duty to fuck him, not that any of them minded.

“You fucked her with Rhea yet?” Benjen’s wife was recovering from giving birth to their second child. “Fucking Sylvie alongside Cat, Ash and Elia is something I won’t soon forget.”

“Yes, yes. Lucky you with your three, beautiful wives.” Benjen said in mock annoyance. “And no, I haven’t fucked her with Rhea yet, but she wants to watch me fuck her.”

“Maybe you can take Sylvie aside after the statue in unveiled...” Ned chuckled as they crossed the bridge to the gates of Winterfell.

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They were gathered in one of Winterfell’s many halls, all their to see the unveiling of statues from the Stone Carver’s guild. Ned and Benjen had met with their wives there, as they ate some of the food that had been laid out on long tables around the hall.

Ned was making conversation with Elia and Arthur when he spotted Sylvie from across the hall, she certainly stood out from the crowd. She was wearing a dress; quite unusual for Sylvie. It showed an awful lot of cleavage; quite typical for Sylvie. Large swaths of her flawless, green skin was on display for Ned’s eyes, he drank in the vision of her beauty. Her dark-red hair was completely loose, falling freely down her back. He excused himself as politely as possible from Elia and Arthur, walking over to Sylvie.

“Stark of Starks…” she said, bowing her head, doing a small curtsy, causing her large breasts to bounce slightly.

“So, Dorkk finally got his statue…” Ned smiled, taking Sylvie by the arm and walking them to a food table.

Sylvie smirked up at him “I thought: Why not? He’s waited long enough.”

Eventually, Ned and Sylvie made their way to Ned’s women, Benjen, his wife and Arthur. The Stone Carver’s Guild Master unveiled the statues, one after the other. Finally, he got to Dorkk’s statue

“And now, my lords and ladies. We have a treat for you: A marble statue one of the most beautiful Children of the Forest to ever live.” He said, pulling off the veil, a hum of approval went though the crowd.

It certainly was lifelike.

Dorkk had carved Sylvie standing naked, with a wet sheet covering part of her body. Ned marvelled at the quality of stonework. He loved naked women as much as the next man, but even the biggest lecher could appreciate the skill it took to make stone look soft. Murmurs of appreciation went through the crowd as they looked over the statues. Ned could see Dorin and several other Dwarves getting misty eyed as they waxed poetic about Dorkk’s stonework. It truly was a beautiful statue.

However, Sylvie seemed to be quite indignant. “No one’s told me how fucking amazing my tits look yet.” She pouted in between drinking large cups of ice wine.

“I think your breasts look spectacular.” Lemore said, devouring lemon cakes, heavily pregnant with her and Ned’s second child.

“And the rest of your body is gorgeous too, just look at it.” Ashara added.

Look at it, they did. Dorkk had perfectly been able to capture Sylvie’s form. Her defined muscles were plain to see, along with her large breasts, her hard nipples poking out proudly.

“The sheet was cold and wet when I draped it over myself. Apparently it was to keep my nipples hard and he wanted the challenge of making cloth look good in stone.” Sylvie chuckled. “I don’t know if he captured my breasts properly. What do you think?” She asked, pulling her large globes out of her dress, completely unashamed by her nudity and the fact that there were a hundred other people in the hall too.

“God’s Sylvie! Have you no shame?” Catelyn laughed, colour rising in her cheeks. She wouldn’t admit it, but Ned knew she was a massive exhibitionist.

“None at all. Not to mention, we’re all looking at a statue of my tits anyway.” Sylvie answered with a wink and a smirk. “So…?”

“I think it would be near impossible for such perfect breasts to be captured in stone.” Benjen said, Rhea playfully smacking him on the chest.

“I think he got a fair likeness and you should be proud, Sylvie.” Rhea said.

Sylvie then turned to Ned, still cupping her breasts up for inspection. “Stark of Starks…” she began “Seeing as I have done one thing i’ve been promising to do for a while. It seems I should do another. Besides, the statue will be a nice reminder of what I looked like, while I am big with your child.”

“Are you calling the Right?” Ned asked, raising an eyebrow. He had assumed she would at some point, but maybe in a few years.

“Stark of Starks, I call upon you, the Right of Continuation.” She said, loudly and clearly. “I do not wish to marry, though I wish for a son of my own. Will you help me?”

“What’s the Right of Continuation?” Catelyn asked, seemingly confused about a new northern custom.

“It basically means she want’s Ned to breed her-“ Ashara began.

“-Yes!” Catelyn interrupted, “Yes! Do it Ned. Fuck her.” She urged him. “We can join in.” The prospect certainly seemed to excite her.

“Not this time I am afraid.” Ned told his wife, “The Right of Continuation is only between the Stark and the one who called it.”

“Then it seems our husband has work to do.” Ashara chuckled, her iliac eyes gleaming. Catelyn seemed a little disappointed, but she stopped pouting after Ashara whispered something in her ear.

Ned and Sylvie made their way out of the hall. Once they’d left, Sylvie quickly stripped out of the rest of her dress, leaving it on the floor as she practically skipped naked through Winterfell. Ned could see she was leading him to the godswood, where they had first made love. She was completely unashamed by the hungry eyes on her naked body as they walked though the castle. She was daring Ned to fuck her right there, to claim her and seed her in full view of others, like the old Kings of Winter would have done.

When they got to the godswood, she quickly removed Ned’s clothing, giving his cock a few strokes before they set off in the direction of the Weirwood tree. When they got to the open glade by the pool, Sylvie didn’t say a word before she dropped to her knees and stuffed Ned’s hard cock fully in her mouth.

Her large, amber eyes gazed up at Ned as she stretched her lips monstrous girth. Her head bobbed up and down his length as Ned tucked her red hair behind her pointed ears. He had a clear view of her beautiful, green face as she lovingly sucked his cock. First, she would take every inch of him. Gagging choking, her eyes watering as her nose was buried in the hair above his cock, breathing in his strong scent.

When she came up for air, she would lick and suck along his shaft, then she would focus on his cock head. She sucked on it, hard, swirling her tongue around it, causing Ned to moan in pleasure as he stood in the clearing. Then she would go back to his base and the cycle would begin again.

Up and down, she went, the Child of the Forest teasing him with her tongue. Ned moaned happily at the sensation. Ned’s hand’s snaked into her dark red hair, taking fistfuls of it in his grasp, controlling her movements. He could smell her getting more aroused at his dominant acts, her eyes filling with lust and love.

Ned grunted, his hands griping the back of Sylvie's bobbing head. Ned relished the feeling of her mouth on his cock, her soft lips and wet tongue worshipping him like a lover should. His mind drifted back to a similar situation, when he had fucked her for the first time. She had sucked his cock diligently then too. Sylvie continued at an even pace, pleasuring Ned’s shaft as she bobbed up and down it’s length licking and sucking him as if she was being paid for it.

Sylvie sucked him greedily, her soft lips enveloping cock, her warm tongue caressing him. After a time she pulled her head from him, giving a last few licks and kisses. Ned’s throbbing cock still standing hard as stone. A string of saliva still connected him to Sylvie’s mouth as she panted. She grasped his slick cock and pumped him a few more times, licking his tip as she locked eyes with him.

"I love your cock, Ned." She whispered huskily. “This is the true greatsword of house Stark.” She said proudly. She put her other hand on his cock and began pumping with both of them. Even with both hands on him, she couldn’t cover the whole length of his cock. She began to twist her hands as she rubbed him, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked his cock head. Ned nearly lost his footing at the sensation. She fisted his length faster and sucked him harder, trying to draw him to a finish.

“Gods, woman. You know how to suck a cock.” Ned panted, drawing his cock from her mouth as she whined at the loss. Then he sat back on the roots of a tree and indicated for her to continue. Sylvie made a show of nakedly crawling over to him, looking like a Shadowcat on the prowl. Ned moaned as she fully sheathed his cock in her throat, right up to the hilt. She didn’t use her hands at all as she pleasured Ned with her mouth, saliva dripping down his cock and over his balls.

Ned looked over the pale green form of his lover, her large breasts bouncing up and down as she bobbed her head on his cock, the flawless expanse of her back, down to her wide hips and delectable rear end. Ned leaned forward and loudly clapped a hand on her arse cheeks. Earning moans from the Child of the Forest as she gleefully continued to suck his cock.

Ned grabbed her head, holding it at the base of his cock as he thrust his hips up to meet her. The pressure of his climax reaching it’s peak. He let out a resounding “Fuck!” As he leaned back onto the tree, his balls twitching as his throbbing cock spurted thick ropes of his seed down Sylvie’s throat. The feeling seemed to go on forever as Sylvie kept swallowing his seed. Eventually, she pulled off his cock, her mouth full of his seed as it dripped down her chin. She looked right into Ned’s eyes as she swallowed his seed, licking her lips.

“Always… so much!” Sylvie panted, sitting on her knees as she devoured the last of his seed.

Ned was still hard, so he pushed Sylvie onto her back. She fell to the grass with a giggle “Do you wish to take me now, Stark of Starks?”

Ned placed a hand around her throat, her eyes widened in desire as she spread her legs further apart. “You have called for the Right of Continuation. I will provide you with an heir.” He growled at her face. Sylvie bit her lip and shuddered in anticipation.

Ned nestled himself between the expanse of her green thighs, his wet cock flopped onto her pelvis, reaching up to her belly button. “I still don’t know how that fits inside me.” She murmured, amazed at his length.

Ned’s eyes washed over her body. He kissed his way up her toned stomach, to her large, perky breasts, taking hard jade nipples in his mouth and sucking them. Then he kissed his way up her neck and kissed her deeply. Her eyes her closed as she wrapped her arms around him, falling deeper into their embrace.

Ned lined himself up with her and thrust all the way inside without hesitation. Her large eyes shot open as she screamed into his mouth. Ned took hold of her wrists, holding them above her head as he thrust inside her again and again, his tongue still dancing with hers. The lovers stayed in that position for a while, Sylvie moaning and cooing as Ned fucked her evenly.

Eventually, Ned pulled away from her, so he could watch her body move as he fucked her. Her long legs were resting on his shoulders as he looked down at her. A dark blush had formed on her chest and crept up to her cheeks, he arms lay lifeless above her head as she wailed and moaned. Ned pinched her nipples as her large breasts bounced in time with his thrusts.

“Fuck me, Ned!” She screamed as her cunt fluttered around him. Ned began to thrust faster and faster, cream from her cunt covering his cock. Wet slapping sounds coming from her sopping cunt could be heard throughout the glade as Ned fucked her.

“Breed me Ned! PILLAGE MY WOMB! TAKE IT! TAKE IT!” She cried as her peak shook the foundations of her being. She quivered and writhed around him as Ned slapped her face, her head snapping from one side to the other, pain and pleasure mixing together to form a mind numbing euphoria.

Ned pulled out of her barely conscious, sweaty body, then turned her over onto the hands and knees. Ned pushed her head down into the grass, her massive, heart-shaped rear rising behind her. Ned gave her toned arse a few more smacks for good luck, Sylvie squealed and moaned as her arse bounced against his strikes.

“Now, I shall ravage you, like a wolf taking his bitch.” Ned growled into Sylvie’s ear as he leaned down on top of her, placing a hand on her throat as his cock speared into her cunt.

Sylvie’s mouth hung open as her eyes fluttered in pleasure, she pushed her hips back onto Ned, trying to get more of his cock inside her. She shuddered and moaned, Sylvie surrendered to her Stark of Starks again, the thick cockhead sinking into the soaked, molten depths of her cunt, her toes curling in pleasure. Deeper and deeper, inch after inch of his shaft being sucked in by her cunt. All the way up to the hilt, Ned claimed her body, subjugating it to his whims.

The sensation was heavenly, the tight, warm walls of Sylvie’s cunt enveloping Ned’s cock like a tunnel of hot silk. Slowly, Ned pushed further into Sylvie, who could only moan into the grass as her divine body was ravaged for his pleasure. Ned thrust inside her, then pulled himself back out, drawing wanton moans from the woman beneath him.

In and out, he went, as her cunt clenched and massaged his throbbing cock. The sound of wet skin slapping together echoed throughout the godswood again. Ned was relentless in his quest to fill Sylvie with his seed, making her squeal and cry out was just a bonus.

"YES TAKE ME!" She screamed into the air as Ned squeezed her throat. “THIS IS WHERE WE BELONG! FUCKING LIKE ANIMALS OUT IN THE OPEN!” She was quivering around him now. Her end was drawing close and Ned knew his was too.

“Did you enjoy walking naked through Winterfell?” Now it was Ned’s turn to goad her, growling into her ear as he madly thrust inside her cunt. “You wanted me to fuck you there didn’t you? You wanted me to take you where everyone could see you. You wanted them to see The Stark fucking a babe into your belly.” As one of Ned’s hands squeezed her throat, his other reached down to palm her large, swaying breast, pinching her nipples.

“YES!!!” She screamed, “YES!!!!! I WANTED YOU TO FUCK ME LIKE AN ANIMAL!!!!! TAKE ME!! TAKE MEEEE!!!!”

So they did fuck like animals, Ned rutting her into the ground. Sylvie reached another peak, sending her even higher than before as her body twitched and convulsed and she lost consciousness. She squirted all over him, sending her liquid spraying over Ned’s thighs. He thrust powerfully inside her a few more times as she twitched and then filled her to the brim with his seed.

“Fuck!” Ned grunted as the last few spurts of his seed left him. He pulled out of Sylvie and flopped beside her.

“I love you, Ned… I love you….” Ned heard her murmur next to him as she cuddled up to him in her delirium.

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Nine months after Sylvie had called the Right of Continuation, she gave birth to a girl. Upon seeing her, Elia laughed, saying they would need a bigger bed, as Sylvie was likely to be with them for some time.

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6 years after Robert’s Rebellion

Ned Get’s Witched

Ned had been back from the Greyjoy rebellion for a month before Winterfell’s resident mage, Wulfric had died of old age. So, Ned was faced with the task of choosing a new mage for Winterfell. Fortunately, Galadriel sent three very knowledgeable mages for Ned to choose from, each more beautiful than the last.

The first was Sabrina, she was the bustiest of the trio. The blonde witch had breasts as big as Cat’s, a feat only matched by Mellario. The next was a red-haired sorceress called Triss. She looked a lot like Cat, though her hair was shorter and her eyes were green. She was also short as Elia and while her bust was sizeable, it didn’t measure up to Sabrina’s and Cat’s. The third and final mage was Yennefer, the most beautiful of the lot. She had a mess of curly raven hair falling passed her shoulders and purple eyes, with a breasts to match Triss’.

Galadriel had told Ned, Yennefer claimed some distant kinship with Daena the Defiant as a descendant of one of her and Jonnel Stark’s many children. Ned saw she certainly had the ethereal Targaryen beauty.

It was up to Ned to decide who would be Winterfell’s resident mage, so he made sure to test the magical ability of each of them. They all performed equally well. So, Ned devised some other tests…

It quickly devolved into a competition between the three witches, the aim was to see who could fuck Ned the best. All three of them were incredibly skilled, each of them had fucked Ned in many different parts of Winterfell: the stables, the godswood, the glass gardens, the sauna, the bathhouses…

Now came another test.

Another feast was being held to honour more children from other houses being fostered at Winterfell. It was a tradition in the North that noble children would be sent to Winterfell to live alongside the Stark children. The aim was to foster friendships and make it easier to decide on marriage pacts. The children would also be the voice of their house in Winterfell, informing the Prince Stark what they might need.

Elia had been feeling ill, so she had retired for the evening and the children had been put to bed. Ned, Ash and Cat were being pleasured under the table by the three witches.

Sabrina was diligently sucking Ned’s cock, while Yennefer licked Cat’s cunt and Triss ate Ash’s. Whoever made their partner finish first would win. Ned looked over to see Cat’s flushed face, her massive breasts rising and falling rapidly in her cleavage. Yennefer had stuffed three fingers in Cat’s cunt and was massaging her clit with her tongue.

He turned to Ash, who seemed to be doing a better job of hiding what was happening, yet he could still see her gripping the arms of her chair. Triss was working away between Ash’s thighs, from this angle, it looked to Ned like Cat was the one pleasuring her.

Finally, he looked to Sabrina, who’s eyes were watering as she forced more of his cock into her mouth, gagging.

The feast was going on as normal in front of them. People were eating, singing, dancing and being merry. Fang, Starlight and Redmane were wandering between the tables, stealing food and taking it the corner to eat.

“This might be one of the most erotic things we’ve ever done…” Cat panted, looking over to her husband and wife.

“I think, fucking us, Elia, Lemore and Sylvie on the altar of the Sept might match this.” Ash cooed her, stroking Triss’ head.

“There was no one else in the Sept though,” Ned added, “and there’s hundreds of people in this hall.” Luckily, they were all too preoccupied with each other to look up to the high table, even if they did, they were too far away to see.

Ned could see his great uncle Beric regaling people with tales from his monster hunting days, with a busty, dark haired wench in his lap, laughing and spilling ale onto her breasts. Ned knew her to be Marei, he’d fucked her a few times, when she’d come to clean his chambers and his women were passed out on the bed, sometimes he fucked her on top of them. Ned hoped Marei’s husband wasn’t at the feast, it wouldn’t end well if he saw what she was doing with Beric.

The cool air on his cock brought Ned out of his thoughts. Sabrina had taken his cock out of her mouth and was lathering his balls with her tongue, one of her hands was still wrapped around him, rubbing him up and down as she sucked one of his balls into her mouth. Cat started gasping, gripping the table as she shivered, Yennefer working away at her cunt.

“It seems we have a winner.” Ned chuckled, gazing at his wife as she peaked. She tilted her head back in the chair and smiled, her eyes still closed as Yennefer kept up her work.

“Now, it is a race for second place.” Ash grinned, pressing Triss deeper into her cunt.

“You heard her Sabrina. Suck!” Ned urged. Sabrina let his ball out of her mouth with a pop, then started sucking the head of his cock as she pumped him with her hand.

"Fuck," Ned groaned, his head rolling back as he felt the warm embrace of her wet, hot mouth embracing the end of his cock. His hands gripped the chair arms at either side of him tightly. “There we go.” he said with a grin, as Sabrina smirked around his cock.

Her mouth sucked the cock down deep, moans rumbling as she worked her head on back and forth slowly, sucking and slurping on the thick shaft. Ned was surprised she could open her mouth wide enough to fully take him, he supposed she had had enough practice. The feel of her lips on his cock upon her lips was divine. She shivered as she pressed down deeper, greedily sucking Ned’s cock into her mouth as his eyes stared lustfully down toward her.

The steady motion of her head rocking back and forth was mesmerising, she striped off her dress under the table, freeing her massive breasts. Ned looked down at the naked witch sucking his cock as hundreds of people feasted in front of him, he saw her massive, bouncing breasts as she bobbed up and down his length. Sabrina moved quicker as she serviced his cock at a sensual pace, Ned could tell she was very experienced in the art of sucking cock.

Ned looked over to Ash, who was trying to stifle her pleasured mewls and gasps as Triss stuck her thumb up her arse. Then, the damn was broken the red haired witch’s face was bathed in Ash’s squirting, when she drew back, her face and her hair was soaked, along with her dress.

“I think it’s time all three of you focused on my husband now.” Ash panted.

Yennefer and Triss quickly followed the order, stripping off their dresses and crawling to Ned’s cock under the table. The three women worked Ned’s cock like an instrument. Sabrina swirled her tongue around his cock head as Yennefer and Triss sucked up and down on either side of his cock.

Ned was glad they were playing music in the hall, or people would have heard the wet sounds their mouths were making against his shaft. Ned grunted as he gripped Triss and Yennefer’s heads, holding them in place as he thrust his hips forward, fucking their lips and spearing deeper into Sabrina’s mouth. All three women diligently sucked his cock, barely ever coming up for air.

They really want the position, Ned thought.

They worshipped him like a god, alternating positions and movements around his cock, making sure they always had their tongues on him, always giving him pleasure. Ned could see them fingering each other as they knelt together and pinching each other’s nipples, trying to throw each other off.

Ned looked to his wives on either side of him, who were not so subtly pleasuring themselves as they watched the witches work on their husband. He felt the familiar urge spread from his twitching balls and knew what was coming.

Sabrina, Triss and Yennefer were battling over Ned’s cock, all three were trying to be the ones to make him climax in their mouths. Ned knew only pleasure as the three, beautiful witches were kissing around his cock head as he leaned back in his chair.

With a last grunting thrust, he pushed their heads back as they opened their mouths and he coated them with his seed. All three seemed shocked with the force and volume of Ned's it. He spent rope after rope of his seed coating their faces, in their mouths and on their large, heaving breasts. All three eagerly swallowed down all they were given, their bodies shivering in pleasure as they were used by their Prince.

Ned let out a long sigh as he sat back in his chair, the witches still submissively licking his cock and each other clean.

He’d made his decision… he’d have all three of them.

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11 years after Robert’s Rebellion

The Princess and the Wolf

It was the beginning of a new year when Mellario had arrived in Winterfell again. She brought a mountain of gifts for all of Ned’s children and Rhaenys, who adored their ‘auntie Mel’.

“Gods! It seems every time I turn around, there’re more of you.” She had exclaimed as she got out of her carriage, wrapped up in warm, northern furs, gifted to her on a previous visit. Ned felt the same way sometimes. Now, he had eight trueborn children in Winterfell, with Ash’s Arthur being the youngest. Mellario had embraced Ned and his women tightly when she had managed to wade through the army of children to get to them.

The following week had been one of the most debauched weeks she had spent at Winterfell… and that was saying something. Mellario had come to him with a list she and Doran had made about what she had wanted to do with him.

The first had been dubbed ‘The Lady and the Bandit’. It had been a roleplay where she would go out riding and once she had gotten far enough away, Ned would play the role of the bandit. He had dressed in dark clothes and mask, ripped her from her horse, threatened to cut her throat if she tried to run, stripped her of her dress and fucked her on the side of the rode.

He’d been quite rough with her and she’d only begged for more. Fucking Mellario out in the open had meant a number of passers by had seen Ned fucking her. Luckily, neither were recognised as most assumed Mellario to be a whore, the pair did nothing to dissuade them from that assumption.

She had climaxed her hardest when one of the few who had gathered to watch them asked how much she charged. She had ridden with Ned back to Winterfell, completely naked under her cloak. Ned had given her clothes away to the smallfolk who had watched them.

The next scenario had involved a third participant. Mellario and Lemore had played a pair of Septas for Ned, as a Septon, to seduce. They had come to him to confess about all of the ‘sinful’ acts they had committed together.

Septon Ned had asked to see what those acts entailed, which ended up with Mellario and Lemore making frantic love in the middle of the Sept. After watching them together, Ned fucked the two of them over the altar of the Sept. Then preached a sermon about the importance of a wife’s fidelity as Mellario and Lemore sucked his cock together.

The third had been a particularly debauched idea: Mellario and Elia would go into the city and play the part of a pair of whores for Ned to fuck in a back alley. They had charged money for people to watch Ned fucking their arses against a stone wall.

The next scenario had been Ned sitting in Winterfell’s great hall listening to Mellario pleading with him to help her house against another that was encouraging on their land. It turned out, she was quite a good actress. Ned promised to save her house if she would fuck him as he sat in his throne, she had ridden him to a sterling climax and eagerly swallowed his seed as he sat his throne in the great hall.

The final scenario was a particularly fun one: ‘The whorish maid’. Mellario dressed in maids outfit that accented her massive arse and gargantuan bust and started cleaning Ned’s floor as he worked. After a time of her crawling around on her hands and knees, Ned pounced on her.

He ripped her dress off, pushed her face into her water bucket and fucked her into unconsciousness on his floor. He would periodically lift her face out of the water, allowing her a breath, before shoving her face back beneath the surface, delivering several hard spanks to her arse. When he was done, he told her to clean up his seed, that was leaking from her cunt onto the floor as she lay there quivering.

In a post sex haze, she had suggested trying to fuck him in his wolf form. That idea had quickly proved to be unfeasible when he showed her just how big it was when he changed forms.

By day, she was the Princess of Dorne, sent to make sure Elia Martell and her daughter were being treated well. She played with the children as their ‘auntie Mel’, she spent time with the Ladies of the North and went to see the sights the Winter city had to offer.

By night, she was Ned Stark’s whore, sent to fulfil his desires and serve as his sex slave.

All of that led to one night, when Mellario met with Ned in a darkened hallway of the castle.

“And what shall we do tonight, my dear?” Mellario asked in a hushed tone, standing in the shadows of the hallway. Even in the dim light of the few torches that illuminated the way, Ned could see she was wearing one of her many see through dresses.

“The same thing we do every night, Mellario.” Ned grinned, taking a maid’s dress and a pair of brown boots out of the bag he carried. “Fuck…But first, you’ll change into these.”

“Right here?” She asked with a smile, looking around the empty hallway.

“Yes.” Ned answered. “Do it quickly, or someone might see you…”

With a coy smile, Mellario began to remove her dress. She started from the top, working her way down, performing for her dominant lover. She pulled off the straps on her shoulders, revealing an expanse of dark, flawless skin. Then she pulled the dress down passed her mountainous breasts, the only ones that could match Cat’s. Ned saw her golden nipple piercings glinting in the torch light, her breasts bouncing as she moved. The dress fell easily down her flat stomach with her new, belly button piercing, yet got caught on her wide, childbearing hips and her huge arse. It took a bit of work, but Mellario managed to get her dress past her hips and her bare cunt as it pooled on the floor at her feet.

She stood there, confident in her beauty, flashing Ned a dazzling smile with pearly white teeth. Ned handed her the maid’s dress, she seemed to have some trouble putting it on.

“Whoever you took this dress from had a smaller chest than me.” She groaned, trying to force her breasts back into the dress.

“Almost all women i’ve met have a smaller chest than you.” Ned chuckled. “I took it from Marei. As I was walking here, I happened upon her and a few stable hands having a role in the hay”

“What a whore.” She laughed.

“Indeed. I took her dress, so she’ll be walking home to her husband naked tonight.”

“All women who betray their husbands should have to do the same.” Mellario locked eyes with him, daring him to make her do it. She finally gave up trying to make the dress she wore decent. Her breasts were halfway out of her bodice, with the tops of her dark brown nipples clearly visible. “Now that I am dressed…more of less... Like a mummer in a play. What shall we do tonight, my dear? Will we go out? Does it involve your lovely wives?”

“My wives are entertaining themselves for tonight, using the mummer’s cocks you gifted them.”

“They’re modelled after yours.”

“I know.” Ash had picked up a harness that had two of the mummers cocks attached to it and looked straight at Cat, with a cheshire grin. It seemed Ash had wanted to take Cat’s cunt and arse at the same time that night. “You and I are going into the Winter city.” Ned told Mellario, handing her a large cloak.

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Ned took Mellario through a secret passage that led them out into the Winter city. It was alive with masses people hustling and bustling around. Ned kept Mellario close, It was unlike anywhere she had ever been. In spite of it being a big city, it didn’t particularly smell like one.

There was, of course, the pungent aroma of shit and piss that seemed to permeate throughout every street in the city. But there were other smells too, there were spices from Essos and Dorne used by cooks making food and selling it on the street. Above all was the scent of pine and oak, the city’s parks gave the area the pleasant smell of a forest.

There were people drinking in the street, performers earning their money with plays and daring tumbling acts. They walked through back alleys most of they way, more than once coming across whores serving their customers. Ned could smell Mellario’s arousal as she watched the whores getting fucked, no doubt remembering when Ned had done that to her.

“What kind of stone is is?” She had asked as they were crossing Markwell’s Bridge, noticing that the bridge seamed to be made from one, solid stone.

“It’s Garak-paste.” Ned had answered.

Before Mellario could ask further, a group of drinkers had spotted Mellario’s sizeable bust, not so well hidden beneath her cloak and called out to her, asking to see what she had. She opened her cloak fully and freed her breasts for their eyes, bouncing them to the drunken cheers of the men. Mellario kept her breasts out in the open and blew the group of men a kiss as she and Ned walked past. He was surprised when she bent over, lifted up her skirts and showed her huge, naked arse to them, earning even more cheers. She had laughed, gabbing Ned’s arm again as they walked away from the group, pressing her body to his side. After walking down some more winding back alleys, they came to a tall building that had a red door.

“In here.” Ned opened the door for Mellario. They went up some narrow stairs leading to a large room filled with lavish furnishings, cabinets and looking glasses. Ned could hear music and the unmistakable sounds of people fucking, clearly Mellario heard it too.

“A brothel?”

He didn’t answer her, walking over to a medium sized chest and opening it. “Put these on.” Ned gestured to the contents inside. It didn’t take long for Mellario to put them on as there wasn’t much for her to wear.

She stood in the centre of the room wearing only a leather collar with a small chain attached to it, black stockings of Myrish lace that went up to her thighs and special shoes from Lys that had a long heel, making her stand taller and stick her arse out more. In her hands she held a black silk blindfold and a small wooden ball attached to a leather strap.

“Before I put these on, I would know what you have planned.” Mellario asked. Ned walked over to her, taking the blindfold and placing it over her eyes.

“I’ve made arrangements with the madame. You and I are putting on a show for the patrons of this brothel.” He said in a low voice. “Open your mouth.” He ordered. Years of conditioning made sure she followed his commands without hesitation, Ned put the wooden ball in her mouth and connected the strap around her head.

“This is a kind of gag they use in Lys.” Ned informed her. “Don’t worry, the rest of the night’s activities won’t require you to speak.”

Ned removed his clothes and boots, putting on a mask so any in the brothel who might recognise him wouldn’t be able too. He took the chain connected to Mellario’s collar in his hand and tugged it gently. She moaned around her ball gag and started following Ned, occasionally bumping into tables and chairs as she was completely blind and wearing unstable shoes.

Ned led her through a long corridor, closer to the sounds of song and sex. Eventually, he opened a door, revealing a large, circular room with dozens of other people fucking in it. The scent of sex and incense was heavy in the air. There were beds and cushioned areas with men and women performing all kinds of sexual acts with their whores. In the centre was a raised platform with an open stockade, a bucket of water and a table standing on it. He looked up to see a balcony with the madame of the brothel, an attractive blonde woman a few years older than himself was watching. She nodded down at him.

Good, all is prepared. Ned thought, he tugged on Mellario’s chain again, pulling her into the light of the room.

“Can I have your attention please!” Ned called into the room.

The music stopped, most people looked up from their partners. Ned saw most of the men staring at Mellario’s naked body with lust in their eyes and most of the women hungrily eyeing his cock.

“Tonight this establishment has spared no expense for your entertainment!” That got a loud cheer from the patrons as Ned walked Mellario, stumbling around the room. “I have with me, one of the most expensive whores in Essos!” More people cheered and started smacking Mellario’s massive arse as she was led passed them.

The first few shocked her, but then she eased into the sensation and moaned loudly around her ball gag when she was struck. Ned could see her cunt was overflowing and dripping down her thighs. “And tonight! I’ll show you just how much punishment she can take!” That was met by even more cheers as Ned finished leading her around the room, then took her up to the stockade.

“I’m going to destroy you tonight.” Ned said to her, gripping her hair and pushing her down into the stockade. She moaned and quivered as Ned put her into position, her mouth drooling around her ball gag and her cunt drooling down her thighs. Ned made sure she was comfortable before he locked her in place, then he attached the bucket of water to just bellow her head. She had to hold herself up so her face was above the water’s surface.

Mellario shivered as Ned placed a hand on her back, snaking it down her body to the impossibly round globes of her arse cheeks. “Have any of you ever seen a finer arse?” Ned asked the patrons as he teased her cunt with his fingers, eliciting a squeal from Mellario as she tried to move her body to get him deeper.

Watching Mellario squirming to get his fingers inside her was certainly an arousing sight. Her arse cheeks quaked and clapped as she moved her hips. Ned suddenly drove his large fingers into her cunt and began to work them. Mellario let out a muffled scream of pleasure. Ned had to grab a handful of her dark hair to keep her head above the water.

It took a surprisingly short time before she squirted.

Whores and patrons were holding cups under her cunt, eager to capture her juices and drink from them. They all ended up getting sprayed by her and she came to an earth-shattering end. If she hadn’t been held up by a cushioned wooden beam on the stockade, she would have collapsed as her legs turned to boneless limbs, shaking and jerking in a mindless jig.

Ned let go of her head, her face dropped into the water instantly and stayed there for a time. Before she jerked her head up, sputtering and coughing around her ball gag, with a massive smile on her face. Ned placed his hands on her arse again, taking large handfuls of the dark flesh, stroking her backside as she moaned for him.

“I think she deserves some punishment now, don’t you?” Ned asked the dozens of people in the room. The crowed roared a resounding “Yes!”

Ned raised his hand high in the air, then brought it down on Mellario’s arse. The resounding clap! could be heard in all corners of the brothel, as could Mellario’s squeals. Ned watched as the shockwaves of his blow reverberated across Mellario’s skin, causing her fat arse cheeks to wobble pleasantly. Then he raised his hand high again and brought it down on her other arse cheek, rewarded with more moans and cheers from the crowd.

Ned looked over the dozens of people and saw them fucking their whores vigorously, their eyes fixed to Mellario. A voluptuous brown skinned, dark haired Child of the Forest making use out of the fact she looked like Mellario. In that moment, she seemed to be the most popular whore in the brothel.

Ned turned his attention back to Mellario, raining blow after blow on her arse. Ned was hard as rock as he struck her again and again, her cunt lips dribbling into cups the patrons eagerly drank from.

He would alternate which of her cheeks he struck, sometimes he would stroke them for a while and slip a finger into her cunt or arse. Increasing the punishment, Ned began to submerge her face in the water as he spanked her, her body thrashing as he turned her arse cheeks red. Then lifting her up at the last second, allowing her to gulp down precious lungfuls of air, before sending her back below the surface.

After what felt like a hundred strikes on her arse, Ned relented. He rested her head on the side of the bucket and took a step back, taking her in. She was deprived of sight, speech and movement. She was completely at his mercy and eagerly awaiting his punishments.

After a few minutes rest, she began to shake her hips tantalisingly, clapping her arse cheeks together to entice Ned.

“I feel she is ready for the next level of punishment, don’t you?!” Ned asked the orgy going on around him, to which, he got a predictable answer.

So Ned took a few steps to the table next to the stockade on the platform to choose his instrument. Ned nearly felt like he was a torturer choosing which tool he would use. Only he was the opposite, the purpose of every tool in front of him was designed to induce pleasure.

In the end, he settled on a wide, flat wooden paddle. Ned laid it on the lower back so she would have an understanding of what was coming. He dragged the cool surface of the paddle across her reddened skin, soothing her, making her shiver in anticipation.

His first strike was lower than usual, on the backs of her thick thighs. Mellario let moaned loudly, arching her back, giving Ned greater access to her. Ned struck her again with the paddle and again… and again. Ned targets expanded from Mellario’s arse, to her thighs and her hips as well.

Mellario was a glutton for punishment, she squealed and climaxed over and over as Ned paddled her lower body. Mellario was barely conscious after she peaked for the sixth time that evening, Ned stopped spanking her, patrons still trying to fill their cups with Mellario’s essence.

“I think it’s time we moved on to the main even now!” Ned declared, to repeated cheering.

He placed the paddle back on the table and picked up the biggest mummer’s cock that resided on it. Even though it was the biggest ivory phallus available, it was still smaller than him. With it in hand, Ned positioned himself behind Mellario.

He pushed it into Mellario’s cunt quite easily, and lathered it in her natural lubricant. Then he eased it out of her as she let out a long sigh. Then he pushed it fully into her arse, after being loosened by Ned’s cock so many times and her own lubricant, it could easily take the mummers cock.

Then, Ned loosened the bindings on the stockade and turned Mellario onto her back, it didn’t take any effort as she was quite a short woman. Her back now reseted on the cushioned beam, Ned refastened her bindings so she was still restricted.

Ned took in all the majesty of her gorgeous body, beads of sweat gleaming in the firelight. Her enormous breasts rose and fell on her chest as she panted, drool flowed freely from her gaged mouth.

“I’m going to fuck you in front of all these people.”

With the mummer’s cock up Mellario’s arse, Ned fully sheathed his cock inside her cunt. She peaked again, at the insertion alone. Ned felt the warm embrace of her cunt tighten around him as she squirted around his cock. Ned gave her some time to adjust to the sensations of being filled in her arse and her cunt at the same time.

Then he pulled back at an agonisingly slow pace, it took all his willpower not to hammer away at her like a madman until he had filled her womb with his seed a dozen times over. When just the head of his cock remained inside her, he thrust all the way in again.

It was an amazing feeling, going from open air, to Mellario’s molten depths. Ned saw her eyes rolling back into her head as he slammed inside her repeatedly. His thrusts were slow and deliberate, teasing yet also incredibly powerful. Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through both their bodies.

Ned pushed her head back into the water as he thrust inside her. She was clearly surprised by this, as her legs instinctively kicked out on either side of him, then they wrapped around his waist.

Ned began to speed up his thrusts, his eyes drawn, as they always were, to the way her massive breasts bounced when he fucked her. His hand gripped her breasts, tweaking the piercings of her nipples, making them harder as she shuddered around him. She didn’t even struggle when she went under water now, she always knew Ned would let her up in time. Ned allowed her to rise above the surface, her wet hair sticking to her face.

He gripped to chain on her collar, pulling it tightly as she pounded her cunt. Mellario’s cries reached a higher pitch as Ned thrust deep inside her when he began to choke her with the collar. Ned’s hips were going at their top speed, they were a blur, going back and forth to Mellario’s cunt. She was making so much noise, Ned decided to remove Mellario’s gag

“What do you have to say to these people?” Ned asked, thrusting inside her.

“UMMMAA… UMMMM A ‘UUFCKING ‘HOOORR!!!” She screamed, unable to properly from words as her jaw was sore from the gag. “‘UCK MEEE!!! ‘UCKKK MEEEEEE!!!!” She carried on, “UUR THOOO MUUSHH BEE’ERRR ‘ANN m’YYY HUUUSHHBUUNNNDDD!!!!!!”

“So she’s a married whore!?!” Laughed one of the men as two whores sucked his cock.

“I pity her husband!” Another added.

“YESHH! YEESSSHHHH!!! I’MMMA MAW’EED ‘HOOR!!!!” The whole place burst into laughter, they stated splashing wine at Mellario as Ned fucked her chanting “MARRIED WHORE!”

Patrons and whores watched Ned and Mellario in awe and jealousy of both of them. Ned lost count of the number of times Mellario climaxed around him some time ago, but he felt the very familiar sensations building within him. He felt the tension in he balls and the pressure in his cock.

He thrust deep inside her again and with a roar, he sowed his seed in her womb. The people clapped and cheered around them as they watched Ned fill Mellario’s cunt. One climax was never enough for Ned though, he carried on going until he filled Mellario three more times.

After the third time, he released her from the stockade and she flopped to the soft, carpeted floor. Ned led her around by tugging her collar with his chain, she crawled behind him on her hands and knees.

“Friends!” Ned called again, “I have given you much this night and will give to you again! Here!” He pushed Mellario forward. “You may enjoy her for the rest of the night! But there must be no fighting! And if you harm her, you will be gelded!” With that, he left Mellario in the room as the patrons gathered around her.

“So…” She teased, sitting up on her knees, smiling. “Who’s man enough to take me first?”

Ned walked up the stairs to the Madame’s rooms, where he saw a beautiful red haired woman sitting naked on the bed, looking quite happy. She looked to be no more than nine-and-ten. He looked across and saw the madame on her balcony, watching what was happening to Mellario.

“I have provided the entertainment as part of our agreement.” Ned said, walking up to her, he looked down and saw the men and women crowding around Mellario, fucking her like their lives depended on it.

“Yes…you have. Very impressive…” The beautiful blonde woman responded. Then she pointed to the woman on the bed. “This is Ros, she’s very new here: a maiden. I thought you could break her in a little.”

Ned looked to the women in question, she was still smiling at him, his eyes drifted to her large, freckled breasts.

“I will take her…” Ned said, giving a toothy grin “and I’ll take you too.” The madame giggled like a girl when he hoisted her up into the air.

“But i’m not on offer!” She laughed and Ned threw her onto the bed, ripping her dress off, freeing her own breasts. Her meagre protests were replaced with moans as Ned fucked her and Ros together, while Mellario was fucked in the other room.

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Mellario was sitting in her husbands lap, naked, rubbing his cock frantically. “…and then he let all the other men in the brothel take turns. It was even better than the time you hired that ship’s crew to fuck me. I passed out after a while, Ned said he carried me naked through the streets of the Winter city.” She said, looking into Doran’s eyes as she tugged his leaking cock. He was sitting upright on their bed, she had just returned from her visit to the North and was pleasuring her husband with her tales of debauchery.

“Gods…I married such a whore.” He moaned.

“On the contrary, my love.” Mellrio responded. “Whores charge money for sex. None men who fucked me in that brothel spent a single copper penny to fuck me.”

Mellario tugged Doran’s cock even faster, taking a pearl of his seed off it with her finger and licking it clean. She looked into Doran’s eyes as she swallowed his seed. “There was another time, when he gave me to his ‘Chosen men’. He did it as a way of thanking them for saving his life during the Greyjoy Rebellion. They protected Elia after Ned went to kill Aerys. There were six of them… They all fucked me every way they could…”

“Then you should fuck all of them as many times as you can, as a thank you.” Doran panted, resting his forehead against hers, eyes closed. “I hope, you drank your moontea after fucking all those commoners.”

“Of course, my love.” Mellario said, “But then it was all gone… and Ned was fucking me every day and night for another month after that…”

Doran opened his eyes, looking into his wife’s beautiful face. “What are you saying?” He moaned. Mellario started rubbing him much faster, she leaned forward, pressing her mouth to his ear, her massive tits brushing against his bare chest.

“It means…my love…” she whispered, “I’m carrying Ned Stark’s bastard in my belly.”

Doran climaxed harder than he ever had before. Letting out a loud, low moan, he sprayed his seed all over Mellario’s front. She continued jerking his cock as rope after rope of his seed shot out of it, drawing out her husband’s pleasure. After what felt like an eternity, it ended. Doran flopped back onto the bed with a sigh.

“How does that make you feel, my love?” Mellario asked as she leaned over him, smiling as she licked his seed from her hand. “How does it feel to know that another, better man has impregnated your wife?”

After panting for a time, Doran looked over to Mellario. “We’d better hope the babe looks like you. Or we’ll have to do a lot of explaining.” He chuckled and kissed her deeply. Husband and wife lay naked and laughing together on their bed, talking about what they might call ‘their’ child. If it was a boy, they decided to call it Ned, to honour Elia’s saviour of course…

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11 years after Robert’s Rebellion

How to Tame a Dragon’s Fire

“Rhaenys!” Ned called, looking through the halls.

The entire population of Winterfell was on the search for the princess. Ashara was trying her best to comfort her, but Elia was beside herself with worry. Ned had been told It had all started when the children were playing together. Rhaenys was playing at being knights with Robb, Jon and Alysanne, they’d all found long sticks and were sword fighting with them in the godswood.

Sansa had been with Arya and Alyrianne off to the side, playing with their direwolf pups. Bran and Arthur were with Cat and Ash in the nursery. To hear the children tell it, fire had just burst from Rhaenys’ hand after Jon had accidentally caught her on the knuckle with his stick. The fire nearly hit Robb and Jon, who had screamed and thrown themselves down, their cloaks getting a little singed.

Rhaenys had tried to apologise, then ran off, screaming and crying. The children had run to the guards and people had been searching for her the rest of the day. Now was when Ned regretted having such a massive castle, it meant there was no end of places to hide in.

All the direwolves were sent to track her, Ned was doing the same. He had worked his way over to the Old keep, the oldest structure in Winterfell. With his enhanced hearing, he could hear a child sobbing up in the tower. Once he’d gotten in, it didn’t take long to find her.

She was barely three-and-ten, she looked so small huddled in the corner of a room, her face buried into her knees as she wept, scorch marks surrounding her.

“P-p-p-please d-don’t send me a-away.” She said between sobs. “Stay away, or i-i-i’ll hurt you too.”

“No you won’t, lass…” Ned assured her, edging closer and taking the child into his arms.

She flung her arms around his neck, “I’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry” she repeated.

“Shhh, it’s alright princess. No one was harmed.” He tried to assure her. Then angled her teary face up to look at him, “I would never send you away… this is your home. One day you will be the Princess of Winterfell.” That seemed to calm her a little.

“Why did this happen?” She asked.

“You carry the blood of Old Valyria in your veins.” Ned said, proudly. “Some of those who do, can bend fire to their will as if it’s a part of them and, luckily, they’re completely fire proof.”

“My father couldn’t do it and neither could his.” Rhaenys sniffed angrily, she held no love for the man who abandoned her, her brother and her mother.

“No, the mages tell me the last Targaryen who could was Aegon the Unlikely. That makes you special, little lass.”

She smiled up at him, then hugged him tightly again. She might not be his by blood, but one day she would carry his name after she married Robb and carried his children. She was a part of Ned’s family.

“Come, now…” he said, standing up. “We’ll go see your mother, then talk to the mages about how best to teach you to control your gift.” Together they walked out of the Old keep, she held his hand.

Rhaegar may have been her father by blood, but Ned was the father she chose.

“So…If Targaryen blood can allow you to control fire, can you do it? You have Targaryen blood too.” Ned could only laugh at Rhaenys’ questions as they went to find Elia.

Power over both Ice and Fire would be power indeed…