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      Published: 2014-10-12 Updated: 2015-11-30 Chapters: 5/? Words: 11210
****** The Rose of the North ******
by doctors_writing_granddaughter
Summary
     Mirari Stark is the second child of Eddard and Catelyn Stark. It goes
     wrong for her and her family once the King sets foot in Winterfell.
Notes
     Mirari is an OC who popped into my head. She is thirteen at the start
     of this story, if she were based on the books. Based on the show, I'd
     say she is 15. Two years younger than Robb and Jon. The story is
     based more on the TV series than the book, so she's 15. Enjoy!
     Italics are flashbacks.
***** Chapter One *****
“Mirari Stark, if you do not rise from your bed this instance, I shall be
forced to fetch the water bucket. Again.” Septa Mordane scolded her as she
moved into the room. “You may not be under my care any longer but it does not
mean that I cannot put you over my knee.”
 
“I am awake!” The eldest daughter of Eddard Stark and Catelyn Stark grumbled
and rose from her bed, pushing the furs off her. She could feel the air getting
colder around her. She hated the mornings. Neither did her late husband. They
would remain in bed until the day was warmer. He was a weak man in health but
he had a strong personality, exactly like his father; Robert Baratheon. For a
year, Mirari was the wife to the heir of the Iron Throne. She was a Princess
for one year. The marriage was arranged as Robert wished for the houses to be
joined. Willem Baratheon was sent to Winterfell to marry her there and to
remain under Eddard Stark's care for a year, to learn about the North. On the
orders of his father, of course.
 
“There is water in the bowl and your dress is on the bed.” Mordane said before
she left the room.
 
Mirari turned around to see the depressing black dress on the bed. It had only
been 6 months since Willem's death and she had another year and six months left
of her mourning. By request of the Queen, she was to remain in mourning and
unattached for two years. The original request was for Mirari to travel to
King's Landing with her husband's body but she was too ill to travel and
requested she remained in Winterfell for the duration of her mourning. She had
not left her childhood home since.
 
She ignored the dress for a moment and moved to the shutters, pushing them
open. The cold Northern air hit her but she loved it; the freshness and the
clean feeling. “Let the day begin,” sighing heavily as she turned away from the
window and began getting ready for the day. Once again, her thoughts turned to
her late husband. She barely knew him when they married but within the year of
their marriage, they grew to know each other and they grew to love each other.
 
===============================================================================
 
Three days ago, Prince Willem had arrived in Winterfell with his uncle; Jaime
Lannister and a few men. He was 17 years old and seemed like a snob to Mirari.
But in those three days, she was allowed to speak with him and able to get to
know him. He was very good looking. Golden hair, bright green eyes and very
tall. He was nearly a foot taller the Robb and Jon. She felt so small standing
next to him. She had flowered early and was allowed to marry young. The day of
her wedding arrived and she sat on the stool as her mother brushed her hair for
her. “I'm scared, mother.”
 
“Don't worry, my darling.” She pulled the brush through the knots, making
Mirari wince. “I have told you everything you need to know about your wedding
night. Come and see me tomorrow if you wish to talk about it.” Her fingers ran
through her daughter's hair before she began plaiting some strands. She twisted
those plaits into loops and pinned them to the top of her head. The rest of her
long dark hair hung loosely down her back. “You look beautiful.”
 
“I best get dressed.” Her eyes looking at her new dress. Her father had sent
for one of the dressmakers from King's Landing to make it for her wedding. It
was a pale blue dress with white trimmings and long dark blue sleeves. It was a
very beautiful dress.
 
Catelyn watched her eldest daughter dress into her wedding gown with the help
of Septa Mordane. “Your father has insisted that there be no bedding tradition.
You and Prince Willem will go when you wish to.”
 
Mirari nodded and smiled a little as she let Mordane tie the back of her dress.
“Prince Willem also insisted against it.” Blushing a little, remembering their
last conversation.
 
Her mother chuckled softly as she stood before her daughter and moved two small
strands of her hair over her shoulders, falling down the front of her body.
“Now, my little darling. Today you become your own woman.” A small tear fell
down her soft cheek. “But, you are still my first-born girl.”
 
The tear on her mother's cheek caused tears to fall down her own cheeks. “I
know. At least, you have me for a year.” The two laughed softly, only to be
disturbed by her father. Ready to take her to her new husband.
 
===============================================================================
 
Wrapping her cloak around her shoulders, she moved into the  open air. She
could hear her brothers training in the yard.  Bran had begun archery training
a few months before and Robb and Jon had taken to helping him but  they were
mainly  teasing him.  She tightened her long cloak around her to keep the cold
air from bothering her.  She stood just behind her brothers as they helped
Bran.  Her younger brother was becoming frustrated with not being able to shoot
properly.  Jon pats Bran's shoulder and speaks softly. “ Go on. Father's
watching. And your mother.”
 
Mirari could see the tightness on her half-brother's shoulder. He may b e
their father's son but her mother never made him forget that he was the
bastard.  She loved Jon even though he  was not her mother's son. “ Go on
Bran.” Giving him a small smile as he readied to release his arrow.  When he
missed the  target again, Robb and Jon laughed. “ Robb!” She scolded her older
brothers.
 
Robb looked over his shoulder at her and just rolled his eyes. “Good morning,
Mirari. I see Septa Mordane finally managed to get you to rise from your bed.”
 
“Keep trying, Bran.” She encouraged her little brother with another small smile
as he strung another arrow and ignored Robb's comment.
 
When he missed again, the men laughed at his missed  attempt. “ And which one
of you as a marksman at ten? Keep practi s ing, Bran.” He gave his son a nod.
“Go on.”
 
Mirari looked up at her mother and father. Her mother giving her a smile.  She
was thankful that she had her mother with her during her first and only year of
marriage. If she had been at King's Landing, she would not have had the
confidence with Queen Cersai, like she did with her mother.
 
===============================================================================
 
Mirari and Willem sat at the top table, both speaking quietly to each other.
She did like him and they were still getting to know each other. Being alone
was helping build their new relationship. “What do you think of the North, my
Lord?”
 
“I think it is breathtaking.” He smiled a little. “My mother insisted that you
come to King's Landing to marry me but I wanted to come here. I wanted to
travel. I still do.”
 
“And I. I know we are here for a year. I can show you the area.” She smiled as
she sipped her drink. “There is plenty to see in a year.”
 
“I would like that.” Bringing her hand to his lips, gently pressing his lips on
her knuckles. “I love doing that. Though your brothers are not impressed.”
 
She turned to see Robb and Jon glaring at her. She laughed loudly and shook her
head before turning back to Willem. “Well, they can glare all they want. I told
them many times, it is not up to them what I do.”
 
He let go of her hand but moved his hand to her hair. “You got my rose, I see.”
His fingers gently touching the soft petals of the blue winter rose, which was
laced into her hair.
 
“They're my favourite.” Blushing lightly. “My father said they were my aunt's
favourite too.”
 
“She must have been a wonderful woman.” His fingers still brushing against the
flower before taking a curl of her hair with his fingers. “You look wonderful.”
She laughed and blushed pink. “You are.”
 
“My Lord, may I ask, why did you father and mother not come? You the heir to
the seven kingdoms.” She asked curiously.
 
He rolled his eyes and sat back in his chair. “My mother did not want to come.
She said it was too far just for a wedding.” He laughed loudly. “I said I would
come on my own. My Uncle Jaime insisted on coming. Have a family member here.”
Looking over at his Uncle, who was standing on guard. “I am glad that he is
here.” Mirari reached over and held her husband's hand.
 
===============================================================================
 
Her father, Robb, Bran and Jon left Winterfell to deal with a deserter of the
Night's Watch. Mirari wandered around Winterfell. This was when she missed
Willem the most. They would do this daily and this was how they learnt more
about each other. When they were eleven months into their marriage, very close
to their first year, this was when she told him that they were expecting their
first and only child. They had been so excited. Their happiness lasted a month.
“Mirari?”
 
“What is it, Arya?”
 
“You look sad.” She held her sister's hand as they walked across the courtyard.
“You miss Prince Willem.”
 
Mirari nodded. “I do miss him.” Giving her youngest sister's hand a squeeze.
“Everyday. It gets easier. Not very easy but it does.” She let go of Arya's
hand and wrapped her arm around her sister's shoulder. “Come before Septa
Mordane scolds me for keeping you away from your sewing.”
 
Arya gave an exasperated sigh. “I don't want to. Will you do sword play with
me?”
 
Mirari laughed. “I cannot.” She kissed the top of her sister's dark hair. Only
Mirari and Arya had inherited their father's dark hair. As did their half-
brother, Jon. But Mirari had her mother's eyes. “Now, go before we both are in
trouble.”
 
“Where are you going?”
 
“I need to clear my head.” She let go of her sister and walked towards the
armoury. “Tell mother, I won't be long.” Arya watched her sister leave for
Godswood. She knew that her sister prayed daily for her husband's return. It
would never happen but Mirari prayed daily.
 
===============================================================================
She trembled as she was dressed into her nightgown by Septa Morane. Her mother
had prepared her for her wedding night. But she was still scared. “Chin up
girl.” Morane smiled comfortingly to her. “You have a wonderful husband to take
care of you.”
 
“Thank you,” she said and climbed into bed. “You can go. I can wait for Prince
Willem alone.” Drawing the covers up her body. She was terrified but it had to
be done. She was now a princess. A princess of the seven kingdoms. She and
Willem would become king and queen on the death of King Robert.
 
Septa Morane left her alone. The fire continued to burn brightly in the grate.
A few candles flickered around the room of her childhood. It was no longer
innocent but a young woman's rooms. No young girl toys lay in the room. They
were given away to the children at the orphanage. Her eyes turned to the door
as she waited for her husband. Waiting for the inevitable. Ten minutes had gone
since Morane had left and the door creaked open. “Mirari?” Her husband entered
nervously. He wore his long nightgown with thick boots on his feet and a long,
brown coat to keep him warm.
 
“Come in,” she croaked. Her voice nearly gone from nervousness.
 
His tall frame entered the room and he locked the door behind him. His hair was
a little untidier now than it was at the wedding ceremony. She noticed his hair
had curls in them. He said nothing as he shed his coat and hung it on the peg
on the back of the door. Moving across her room and sitting on the edge of the
bed, where he pulled off his boots. When he turned to climbed into bed, he
smiled broadly. “Don't worry. We can talk if you would like to.” Her throat too
dry to speak. She only nodded. “I'm used to this cold weather.” Climbing into
bed, pulling the heavy covers over himself.
 
“Are... Are you well, my Lord?” She stuttered nervously. Shifting away from him
slightly.
 
“I am. You can call me Willem when we are alone.” He lay on his side, his arm
tucked under his head. “You looked very beautiful today.”
 
She blushed. “Thank you. You looked extremely handsome. Would you like some
wine? I know I could do with a glass to calm my nerves.”
 
He gave her a small smile. “I'll get it.”
 
She placed her hand on his arm. Shock ran through her as she touched him. “I'll
get it.” Pulling her hand away from him. “You are not used to the cold. I am.”
She climbed out of bed in only her nightgown. She poured two glasses of wine.
Behind her, she could hear him moving on the bed. More than likely to sit up.
She turned back and handed him a glass when she reached the bed and climbing
back in. “It's warm wine. It will warm you.” The two drank silently. Her hands
were shaking, nearly spilling the drink on the bed.
 
“Here.” Taking the glass from her and placing both their drinks aside. “Don't
be nervous. I will be gentle. I promise.”
 
“I know.” Nodding as she bit her lower lip.
 
Willem smiled. “Lie down,” speaking quietly and softly. Mirari lay down and he
lay next to her. “Let's just talk.” They were now laying closer to each other.
He reached over and rested his hand on her hip. She could feel the gentle
caressing of his thumb and fingers through her nightgown. They talk for half of
an hour until Mirari moved forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. He had
wanted her to make the first move. He kept his hand on her hip, still gently
stoking her with his thumb.
 
A few seconds later, she moved back from his lips. Her eyes closed and a small
pant of breath left her lips. “Shall we undress?” Asking timidly.
 
Willem shook his head. “Not yet. We will eventually.” He moved his hand from
her hip to her cheek. “I want you to feel comfortable and ready for me.” He
shifted forward until their chests were nearly touching. He was the person to
initiated to the kiss. He wanted her to be ready for him. Willem took his time
as they kissed. His hand running up and down her side. It was frustrating for
him as he did desire the girl. She was very pretty. She had the northern looks
like her father.
 
“Have you done this before?” She asked him when their movements became quicker.
His hand had moved behind her back and her hands were on his chest.
 
“Once. My father took me to a brothel last year,” he said embarrassed. “I
didn't want to. I am nothing like my father. I will be a true husband to you.”
 
“I will be a true wife.” Bringing her hand to the front ties of her nightgown
and pulling them loose. Her hand moved his arm and up to his shoulder,
squeezing it softly. He braved a chance and drifted his hand up her ribcage,
coming to a rest under her breast. Mirari took her hand in his and placed it
over her left breast. Here came his surge of confidence and kissed her.
 
From here, their movements moved quicker and they were soon pulling each
other's nightshirts off. In a small space, she learnt that he loved her hand
behind his head when they kissed. “I'll be gentle,” whispering to her when he
rolled over on top of her.
 
Mirari braced herself as she felt the pressure of his shaft pressing into her.
Her fingernails dug into his strong shoulders as the pain intensified.
“Willem!” She cried when he filled her completely. They were now truly husband
and wife.
 
===============================================================================
Mirari rose to her feet in the godswood. “Mirari?” The soft voice of her half-
brother spoke from behind her. “Father wants you.”
 
“Thank you, Jon.” She turned to face him. “Where is he?”
 
“I'll take you to him.” Holding his arm out to her. “He is in the library
tower. He has something for you.”
 
She laughed. “Well, you best take me there.” Smiling up at her older half-
brother as they left the godswood together.
 
 
***** Chapter Two *****
Chapter Summary
     “Enter.” Mirari entered the library at the command of her father's
     stern voice. “Ah! Mirari!” He smiled at the sight of her, his
     features softening as he greeted her and led her to the fire. “I have
     a gift for you.” He crouched down to the floor, where a box lay in
     front of the fire. He lifted a dark grey direwolf from it. “Her
     mother is dead. We found 6 originally.” Handing her the wriggling
     pup. “Jon found a seventh. Seven for all my children.”
The short walk to the library tower was a silent walk. Neither of them ever
spoke much. One of their similar traits. They were the quiet ones of the
family. The thinkers. “Did you find the deserter?” She asked him when they drew
closer to the library.
 
“Yes. Father has executed him.” Holding the door open for her. “He wishes to
speak to you about it.”
 
“Why me?” She laughed as she climbed the stairs to where their father would be
waiting for her.
 
“I don't know. Perhaps you are in trouble.” A chuckle left him as she knocked
on the door and glared at him. “Here, I leave you.” He turned and left her at
the door.
 
“Enter.” Mirari entered the library at the command of her father's stern voice.
“Ah! Mirari!” He smiled at the sight of her, his features softening as he
greeted her and led her to the fire. “I have a gift for you.” He crouched down
to the floor, where a box lay in front of the fire. He lifted a dark grey
direwolf from it. “Her mother is dead. We found 6 originally.” Handing her the
wriggling pup. “Jon found a seventh. Seven for all my children.”
 
Mirari smiled as she held her new pup close to her. “I am guessing we have to
care for them ourselves?” Biting her lower lip as she looked up at her father,
who had a small smile playing on his lips.
 
He gestured to the large chair. Mirari sat in it with her pup on her lap. “I
know you have been sad for a long time. I thought you deserved some happiness
and love.”
 
She smiled. “Thank you, father. I have been sad.” Her eyes looking down at the
wriggling direwolf on her lap. She laughed as her direwolf tried to chew on the
sleeve of her dress. “I have felt lost these past months. I know I have my
family but without Willem, I feel more alone.” A laugh escaped her lips when
she felt a tug on her sleeve. “You are a tough one.” Attempting to pull her
sleeve from the jaws of her direwolf. “Imara. I'll call you Imara.” She looked
up at her father, who was smiling at her. “It means firm. She has a firm grip.”
 
“A good strong name.” He reached over and patted the wolf on the head. “I know
you keep your promises and listen to me. But I will repeat what I told your
brothers and sisters. I am not responsible for it. You are.”
 
“I promise, father.” Lifting the young direwolf and looking into her eyes. “You
are mine, little Imara,” laughing as the pup tried to escape her hold.
 
===============================================================================
 
The cold morning shocked him. He was definitely still not used to it. But today
was different. A warm body lay next to him. A small smile graced his lips.
Willem opened his eyes to see his new wife. Fast asleep. It was not a lie when
he said she was beautiful. She was beautiful. A true Northern beauty. He lifted
his head to look down at her better. Her long dark lashes shadowed on cheeks as
she slept. “Beautiful,” murmuring as he shifted closer to her.
 
“Stop watching me,” grumbling in her sleep. “I am not used to this. Usually
when I awaken, I find Arya or Rickon in with me. This is new for me.” Her blue
eyes looking up at him with no more fear. “Also, I do not like early mornings.”
The fear of their wedding night long forgotten.
 
Willem laughed, “neither do I. I don't know how I will be King. I can barely
get up in the mornings.”
 
A curl of his golden hair fell onto his forehead. She reached up to push it
away. “What a pair we make.”
 
“Some arranged marriage.” He scoffed and caressed her naked hip with the tips
of fingers. He drew in a breath as he felt himself harden as she touched his
cheek with just the tips of her fingers and shifted closer to her. “Will we be
disturbed this morning?”
 
She laughed, “no. We have free reign today. Tomorrow we do not.” Her teeth
grazing her lower lip because of his hand stroking her hip and it was sending
those new feelings through her body.. “Tomorrow we have to play our parts.”
 
His eyes looked at her lips and flickered back up to her eyes. “Tomorrow can
wait.” He could not wait any longer. He kissed her and pulled her tight against
his body. Welcoming her warmth in the cold Winterfell room.
 
===============================================================================
 
Mirari struggled every day without Willem. They had grown close quickly in
their short time and his absence hurt. “Ow,” grumbled Mirari as her young pup
nipped at her fingers. She flicked her in the nose which caused the pup to
cower away. “Silly thing.” Reaching for Imari and pulling her into her lap. She
giggled when the pup licked her cheeks playfully.
 
“Mirari?” Her mother knocked on her chamber door. She opened the door slowly
and entered her daughter's room. “She's fierce. Just like you.” Sitting on the
bed with her and scratching the direwolf behind its ear. “Your father has had
some news. The King is coming to Winterfell.”
 
“Oh.” Unable to hide her shock. This would be the first time she would meet her
late husband's family, except Jaime Lannister. “Why?”
 
Catelyn smiled at her eldest daughter. “It is to do with an old friend of your
father's.”
 
Her eyes watching her mother. Waiting for her to continue and tell her the
truth. “Mother, why is the King coming? Please tell me they are not here for
me. Willem is dead. I am no longer a part of their family. Don't make me go
with them. Please mother.”
 
A loving arm wrapped around Mirari and pulled her daughter into her side. “I
promise that I will not let them take you to King's Landing. I promise.”
Kissing her head. “Just smile and be polite. Hide in the shadows if you need
to.”
 
Mirari laughed and moved to sit up straight. Imara on her lap. “Thank you,
mother. I wish I could avoid them. It hurts too much.” She stood up and placed
her direwolf on the ground. “Everyday I feel the pain of being without Willem.
We had such a short time together but we loved each other. We truly did.”
 
“Everybody saw that, my darling.” Catelyn stood up and walked to the door.
“Just remember that you are the dowager princess of the Seven Isles. You are
equal to the princes and princess.”
 
She laughed again and shook her head. “Oh mother. You know I do not care for
that.” Bending over and lifting Imara up. “I will come for food in a moment,
mother. I just want to be left alone with my thoughts.” Her eyes looked up at
the window and at the blue sky.
 
Catelyn looked back at her eldest daughter and smiled. She looked so much like
her father but she had her own mannerisms and kindness. A true mixture of Stark
and Tully.
 
===============================================================================
 
The newly married couple had been married a week and were walking through
Winterfell arm-in-arm. “I never realised how beautiful it was up here,” said
Willem as they walked across Winterfell, towards the Great Hall. “If I had
known, I would have come sooner.”
 
“Willem, will I like King's Landing?” Mirari asked nervously.
 
He smiled down at her. “I hope so. I like it. I will look after you there. It's
a dangerous place, politically. But I will protect you from the savage beasts.”
Pulling her closer as they walked into the warmth of the Great Hall. “There are
a lot of savage beasts in King's Landing.”
 
She laughed loudly as they approached the table, where most of her family were
seated. “Good morning.” Allowing Willem to seat her in her chair before sitting
next to her in his own chair.
 
“Good morning, Your Graces.” Her older brother smirked. He loved teasing his
sister about her new station.
 
“Shut up, Robb.” She glared at him as she helped herself to food. “It is
getting old now.” Rolling her eyes at him before eating her food and focusing
on Willem, who was just chuckling. “Don't you start. Don't stick up for him.”
Rolling her eyes when Willem winked at her. Their relationship with each other
was growing steadily. They had a way with words with each other. They would
argue until one of them was blue in the face. Though one of them would
eventually crumble and forgive the other.
 
“I'm sorry, my wife. But I need to be friends with your brother as he will be
Lord of Winterfell when I am King. I need to make friends with him just to stop
him invading us when I have upset you.” Willem smirked and winked at Robb, who
hid his laugh by drinking from his goblet.
 
===============================================================================
 
Mirari stared out of her window. The grey sky depressed her. Willem had told
her that King's Landing had blue skies. She loved the colour blue. Which is why
she loved winter roses. That blue was her favourite colour.
 
Everyday in their short marriage, Willem would bring her one blue winter rose
everyday. She would keep them until they were dead. She scratched her direwolf
behind her ears. “What do I do, Imara?” The two of them were on the bed. It was
the day before the King would arrive. Mirari was dreading it. Just like she had
been dreading leaving Winterfell to go to King's Landing the year before. She
felt sick from thinking about meeting her late husband's family. She liked
Jaime but she was terrified to meet the King and Queen.
 
She had gone to the godswood everyday, praying for confidence. But she had
none. She was terrified of being taken from her family. She was a princess of
the seven kingdoms for a moment. Something she did not want at first. But with
Willem by her side, she grew confident that she could be Queen of the Seven
Kingdoms. With Willem gone, she would never have that fate and would never have
to worry about being a Queen to many people.
 
That was one thing she thanked the gods for. As much as she grew to love
Willem, she doubted she would ever make a good Queen. Despite him telling her
that she would be great.
 
===============================================================================
 
They lay in their bed after a day of meeting the people of the North. She sat
straddling his waist. Their hands joined together. “I don't know, Willem.”
 
“I do know.” He smiled up at her. “You are stubborn and strong. Just what I
want for my Queen.”
 
Mirari laughed and bent down to kiss him swiftly. “As long as you are by my
side, I will be content.” Sitting back up but he drew her back down. “Again?”
Feeling him grow hard against the soft flesh of her thigh.
 
“You are all I desire.” Twisting on the furs and laying over her. “I think I
love you, Mirari.”
 
Her teeth grazed on her lower lip as she smiled up at her husband. “I think I
love you too, my Willem.”
===============================================================================
 
 
***** Chapter Three *****
Chapter Summary
     The King arrives in Winterfell
                                 Chapter Three
                                        
Six months into the marriage, the two of them had settled into an idyllic life.
The two of them were in training to be the next rulers of the Seven Kingdoms.
He was teaching her the history of his family and she was teaching him the
traditions of the North. But she knew that they would have to leave soon to
begin their journey to King's Landing. To be the Prince and Princess of the
Seven Kingdoms.
 
They sat in her father's library as Ned Stark and Maester Luwin oversaw their
educations. They may have been a young married couple but they were still
learning and that needed to be overseen by people who knew what to teach.
 
“Now your father won the Iron Throne by being tactful and careful.” Her father
spoke to them but neither of them were even concentrating. Willem had his eyes
focused on the window, wanting to go out riding with his wife or spar with his
brothers-in-law. As for Mirari, she was playing with her quill but writing
nothing. She was focusing on not being ill in front of her husband and father.
She had been hiding her illness for a few days. No one knew. “My Lord! Mirari!
Focus!”
 
“Sorry, father.” She mumbled, sitting up straighter. “I'm sorry,” mumbling an
apology. But she did not return to her note taking or listen to her father. She
was on her feet and running to the nearest bucket, which contained scrunched up
parchment. Emptying the contents of her stomach into it.
 
Willem was at her side with concern. “Miri?” Unsure whether to touch her. His
hand hovering for a moment. Then pressing it against her back. Gently rubbing.
“What is it?”
 
Maester Luwin knelt on Mirari's other side. Waiting for her to finish rejecting
her stomach contents. “Get her to bed.”
 
Willem scooped her up into his arms and took her from the library immediately.
“I am here. I have you.”
 
===============================================================================
 
Standing between Robb and Sansa, Mirari waited with her family as the King's
column rode towards Winterfell. Wearing her best mourning dress with a long
warm cloak draped over her shoulders with fur lining the neck. She was
terrified. Yes, the King was coming to Winterfell but this was the first time
she had met him, even though she had married his son. The horses were getting
closer. “Where's Arya?” Catelyn Stark asked. “Mirari, Sansa, where is your
sister?” Both girls gave identical shrugs.
 
The stamping of hooves were louder. Mirari was nearly shaking. Not from the
cold but from the thought of having to see her late husband's family. She felt
Robb stand closer to her. She looked to him and he gave her a small nod.
Something she needed. “Hey hey hey hey! What are you doing with that on?” Ned
had caught Arya, who had come running towards them wearing a soldier's helmet,
and Ned pulled off the helmet she had been wearing and handed it to Ser Rodrik.
 
“Move!” Arya said as she shoved Bran out of the way to stand next to Sansa.
 
The party of many men, bannermen and horses entered the heart of Winterfell. A
boy rode in on his horse. It was obvious that this was Prince Joffrey. Sansa
gave a small smile which grew especially when Joffrey kept his focus on Sansa.
Both Robb and Mirari looked at their younger sister and then to Joffrey with
annoyance. Just because he was a Prince, it didn't mean their sister could like
this boy. A coach enters the yard. Followed by the King himself. Riding on a
tall horse. The King was a bearded and largely overweight man with a gruff
looking face. They all knelt as the King dismounts his horse and marched
towards the Starks.
 
King Robert stopped before Ned and gestured for him to stand. Once he did that,
everyone stood. Ned bowed his head to greet his old friend. “Your Grace.” The
two of them stare at each other for a time.
 
“You've got fat.” Robert says after looking Ned up and down.
 
Everyone waited with baited breath for Ned's reaction to such a comment from
the King. But Ned only had to look at Robert with raised eyebrows. As if to
say, 'and you have'. The two begin laughing and hug each other fondly. When
they parted he moved to Catelyn. “Cat!” Hugging her fondly
 
Catelyn greeted him, “Your Grace.”
 
Robert rubs Rickon's head. He stood in front of Ned. “Nine years. Why haven't I
seen you? Where the hell have you been?”
 
Ned smiles. “Guarding the North for you, Your Grace. Winterfell is yours.”
 
Queen Cersei steps out of her carriage with her younger children and ladies.
She approaches the Stark family. Her eyes surveying the area around her.
 
“Where's the Imp?” Arya asked her sisters.
 
“Will you shut up?” Sansa hissed at her sister. Not wanting Arya to embarrass
the family for not being quiet.
 
Robert moved along the line of Starks. “Who have we here? You must be Robb.”
Robb and the King shakes hands. Finally he reached Mirari. She was scared now.
“Now, you must be the young lady my late son spoke so fondly of in his letters
home.”
 
“Your Grace.” She dipped into a curtsey.
 
“No need.” He stepped forward and kissed her cheek. “Daughter.” Smiling at her
when he stepped back and moved to Sansa. “My, you're a pretty one.” He
continued to move along to meet the family of his friend. “Your name is?”
Stopping in front of the youngest daughter of Ned and Catelyn Stark.
 
“Arya.” She said proudly.
 
He moved to Brandon. “Ooh. Show us your muscles.” Brandon lifted his arm and
showed his arm. Arya could not help but continue look around at the many people
who had arrived with the King. “You'll be a soldier,” Robert said to Brandon,
who smiled proudly.
 
A tall man removed his helm to reveal Jaime Lannister.
 
“That's Jaime Lannister. The queen's twin brother,” exclaimed Arya.
 
“Would you please shut up!” Sansa said angrily to her younger sister.
 
“Be quiet, you two,” hissed Mirari at her sisters.
 
Cersei approached the family. Her head held high. Giving Ned a small smile and
holding her hand out to him.
 
Taking her hand in his gloved one and kissing it. “My Queen.”
 
Catelyn curtseyed deeply to Cersei, who gave Lady Catelyn a small smile. A
smile that never reached her eyes. Uncaring eyes. “My Queen.”
 
“Take me to your crypt. I want to pay my respects.” Not caring that he was
insulting his Queen.
 
“We've been riding for a month, my love. Surely the dead can wait.” Trying to
persuade him to remain with her.
 
Ignoring his wife. “Ned.” Walking away from everyone in the direction of the
crypt entrance. His wife humiliated. Ned followed King Robert obediently.
 
“Where's the Imp?” Arya asked, forgetting that the Queen is standing very close
to her.
 
Cersei is humiliated in front of all.  Angered by her husband's actions and his
words. Walking back to her twin brother, Jaime, who stood waiting for her
patiently. “Where is our brother? Go find the little beast.” Ordering her
brother to find their younger brother.
 
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Willem lay his wife on their bed. Stepping back to let Maester Luwin examine
her. She had collapsed in his arms when they left the library. Frightening them
all. “What is wrong with her?”
 
Maester Luwin ignored the Prince's question and examined the girl. He soon came
to a conclusion. “There is nothing wrong with your wife.” He took out a bottle
of smelling salts, wafting it under her nose. “Careful.” He reassured her as
she regained consciousness suddenly. “Lord Stark, send for Lady Stark and Ser
Jaime.”
 
Ned Stark left his daughter's chambers, closing the door behind him.
 
“Now, I want to tell you what I have discovered before you tell your families.”
Maester Luwin sat on the edge of the bed and Willem helped his wife to sit up
against many pillows before sitting with her. “It is very good news. My Lady,
you are expecting a child.”
 
Both Willem and Mirari looked to each other. Mouths open in shock. They never
expected it to happen so soon into their marriage. “A child?” Mirari asked as
she held Willem's hand tighter. “Truly?”
 
He laughed and held her hand in his old hand. “Yes, Mirari. I can bring a
midwife for you to be properly examined. But I believe you are.”
 
She looked to her husband, who had tears in his eyes. “Willem?” She sat up from
the pillows to look him in the eye. “Are you upset with me?”
 
“No. Oh no!” Lifting his free hand and cupped her cheek. “I am so happy. You
have given me a truly remarkable gift.” He moved forward and kissed her gently.
“I am glad it is nothing serious.” Both of them could not stop smiling. Their
life had changed very quickly and it would change even more.
 
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Mirari hid in her room with Imara  for the rest of the day . Afraid to leave.
Afraid to speak to the family of her late husband.  She didn't want to face the
questions.  To her, it was her fault that her husband was dead.  It was her
fault that he got sick and died. It was her fault that their son died before
his time.
 
She knew that she had to leave. A large feast was being held in honour of the
King's arrival.  Her long dark hair fell down her back, out of the usual plaits
and decoration.  Staring out of her window,  she dreamt  of what her life would
be like now. Would she  have been coming to Winterfell with Willem right now?
What would their son have looked like?  Would they have been expecting another
child?  Would she have been happy in King's Landing?
 
That answer she knew. She would only have been happy with Willem but she would
have been alone. Just from meeting the Queen today, she knew that the woman
would not have cared for her or been a friend to her.
 
“Mirari?” Her mother's voice broke her away from her thoughts. “Come and help
me with your sister.”
 
“In a moment.” She had been crying and quickly wiped away her tears.
 
“Oh my darling girl.” Catelyn closed the door and went to comfort her daughter
immediately. Holding her in her arms.
 
“It is so hard, mother.” Mirari wept against her mother's shoulder. “They are
here but he is not. I do not want to be there tonight. I cannot do it. They
will want me to return with them.”
 
Catelyn stroked her daughter's back. “ No. I will not let them.”  She moved
back  from her. “But, the King is going to ask your father to be the King's
Hand. We will all have to go.”
 
“But...”
 
“No. You will be with us. Not with them.” Cupping her cheeks, brushing away her
tears. “I promise.”
 
Mirari gave two swift nods. “ Thank you.” A gentle knock on the door brought
them out of their little bubble. “Come in.”
 
Maester Luwin stepped into the room. “Sorry, my Lady. But the King and Queen
insist on speaking with Lady Mirari.”
 
Mirari froze and looked at her mother. “I cannot!  Not alone!”
 
“Lord Stark will be with you. He insists on it.” Maester Luwin bowed and waited
for her. “I am to take you to them.”
 
“Your father will look after you.” Catelyn said when Mirari gave her a pleading
look. “Go.” Kissing her forehead. “I have to help your sister.”
 
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Mirari sat in her bed with Willem very close next to her. With her head on his
shoulder and his arm comfortingly around her. “Are you ready to tell them?” He
asked. His left hand on her stomach, gently caressing her stomach through her
nightgown.
 
“No.” She laughed and shifted closer to him. “But we have to.”
 
A gentle knock on the door woke them out of their recent news. “Come in,”
called Willem, removing his hand from her stomach.
 
In came Lord and Lady Stark, followed by Ser Jaime and Maester Luwin. “Is
everything all well?” Her father asked. He looked scared. Fearing she was truly
ill.
 
The young couple looked at each other. Willem nodded to her. “Yes, father.” She
held his hand tighter, getting the strength to tell her family the news.
“Prince Willem and I are expecting a child.”
 
Their reactions were not what they were expecting. Willem thought his Uncle
Jaime would congratulate him, hug him and shake his hand. He did nothing. He
smiled and nodded to him. Catelyn moved around the bed and sat next to her
daughter, speaking to her quietly. “Congratulations, my darling girl. You will
make a wonderful mother.”
 
But Ned Stark stood for a moment. Taking in the news. He only moved when Prince
Willem stood up and held out his hand to his father-in-law. Ned did not take
it. He stepped forward and embraced his son-in-law in a warm hug.
“Congratulations.”
 
Maester Luwin slipped from the room with Jaime Lannister. “That is good news,
is it not Ser Jaime?”
 
“It is. But it does mean that the Prince and Princess will have to return to
King's Landing before their child is born.” He said sadly. He knew his nephew
was happy here in Winterfell and returning to his life in King's Landing would
revert Willem back to his unhappy self.
 
===============================================================================
 
Mirari was practically shaking as Maester Luwin led her to the Great Hall,
where the King and Queen were waiting to speak with her. She knew what they
were going to ask her and her father. They were going to ask her to return to
King's Landing with them to mourn with the family like she was supposed to.
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***** Chapter Four *****
Chapter Summary
     Mirari is questioned by the King and Queen
                                 Chapter Four
                                        
She stood before the hall door. Afraid to enter inside. Mirari felt as if she
was waiting to go on trial. “What if I say the wrong thing?” She asked.
 
“You will be splendid.” Maester Luwin reassured her.
 
Waiting a few moments, taking deep breaths and just staring at the wooden
panels of the doors. “I am ready.” One of her father's men opened the door to
allow her inside.
 
“Ah! Here she is!” The booming voice of King Robert echoed in the hall.
 
She curtseyed deeply when she reached their chairs. King Robert sat in her
father's chair with Queen Cersei sat on his right with her father on King
Robert's left. “Your Graces.” She stood up straight, her eyes focusing on the
King, who sat smiling at her. “You asked to see me.”
 
It was Queen Cersei who spoke. Her voice cold. “We have heard from Ser Jaime
and your parents what happened to our son while he was here. We wish to hear it
from you.”
 
“Yes, Your Grace.” She nodded. Her hands clasped in front of her. Calming her
nerves.
 
“Prince Willem told us that you were expecting a child and a month later, the
Prince is dead and so is your child.” The Queen spoke with no affection and not
a care for Mirari's well being.
 
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The midwife confirmed the pregnancy and she was around three months along. They
sent a raven to King's Landing to announce their joyous news. Less than a month
later, terrible news reached the family at Winterfell.
 
A sickness was spreading through the North. “We should leave for King's
Landing. Avoid the sickness,” suggested Willem as he and his wife lay in bed
one night.
 
“I agree.” She sighed heavily and lay on her back. Her hands possessively
covering her growing belly. “But I am afraid of leaving my family.”
 
The bed shifted next to her. Willem had rolled closer to her. “I know, my
darling. But I will be there to protect you every day. I promise.”
 
Their eyes locked with each other as he touched her pale cheek. For the first
time, Mirari noticed her husband was not looking himself. He looked tired and
afraid. “What ails you, my love?” She asked.
 
“I am like you. I do not want to go to King's Landing. I wish to stay here and
never leave.” He fell back. Staring up at the ceiling. “I hate it there.”
 
She sat up in shock. She had never heard her husband speak of his home in such
a way. He always spoke of it with fondness and now it was hatred. “Why?”
 
“I have grown here and I have learnt to be myself. With my father and family, I
could not.” He sat up on the bed and turned his back on her. “I want to stay
but my father sent a raven back and insisted that our child be born in King's
Landing.”
 
Remaining where she was, she watched her husband standing and walk to the large
window. He had grown since he had arrived in Winterfell. When he had arrived he
was thinner and looked sickly. Now, he was stronger, broader, healthier.
Sparring with her brothers built up muscle in him. Being fed by the Northern
cooks had had him gradually put on weight. “Willem, we can stay a little
longer. Write to your father and say that you have a few more duties here and
we will arrive within two months. In time for our child to be born in King's
Landing.” She climbed out of bed and joined him. Her arms wrapping around him
from behind. “Come back to bed.”
 
“I can't sleep.” His hands on top of her own.
 
Pressing her lips on his warm shoulder. “Well, I can help you with that.”
Gently, she pressed her lips along his back and her hands moved down from his
stomach.
 
His breathing quickened when her hand dipped into his sleeping breeches. “You
are evil, my Lady.” Mirari said nothing. She withdrew her hand and stepped
away. Turning around to watch her undo her dress and climb onto their bed. “You
will be the death of me.” He laughed and quickly as he could he stripped out of
his clothing and joined his wife.
 
===============================================================================
 
“We had sent a message to your Majesties of our decision to remain in
Winterfell another month before we were to travel to King's Landing.” She
explained. Her nerves nearly getting the best of her. “The day we sent the
message, we had a report that one of the servants was ill. We began packing to
leave that day.”
 
“And then?” The King asked. Not moving from his chair. His eyes staring at
Mirari.
 
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The Starks with Willem were just breaking their fast when Maester Luwin rushed
in. “My Lord. A servant has fallen ill.”
 
Ned Stark was soon on his feet and looking to his wife. “When did this happen?”
 
“Late last night. She has died, my Lord. Her entire family is infected.” He
looked to Prince Willem and Mirari. “I suggest Prince Willem and Princess
Mirari leave as soon as possible.”
 
Mirari reached over and held her husband's hand. This is not what they wanted.
“Willem?”
 
“I agree with Maester Luwin. We should go. I cannot risk your life and our
child's life.” Raising her hand and kissing her knuckles. “We leave tonight.”
The two of them stood up and left the hall in a hurry.
 
“Which girl was it?” Ned asked curiously.
 
“Mya Clery. She has not made any contact with any of the family, has she?”
 
Most of the family shook their heads except Arya. “I have.” She was afraid. “I
only spoke to her yesterday.”
 
“Arya, I suggest you go to your room and remain there. Do not come into contact
with anyone.” Her father ordered her. Not caring for his own health, he took
his youngest daughter into his arms and held her tightly. “It will be well.”
 
===============================================================================
 
“So, your younger daughter was the reason the illness was brought into the
household.” Cersei asked Ned.
 
“Yes, my Queen. Which is why she was quarantined from us all.” He explained.
Ned did not want his daughter to be blamed for an illness which caused the loss
of the heir to the Seven Kingdoms and his own grandchild.
 
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The pair of them were packing their things as quickly as they could. With the
help from a maid, they were soon packed and were to leave in an hour. “My Lord?
My Lady?” Septa Mordane knocked on her door and entered. Their helping maid had
long gone. “I bring a message from Lord Stark. You are to stay away from Lady
Arya. She came in contact with the ill maid.”
 
“But we are leaving soon. I cannot say goodbye to my sister?” Mirari asked with
an angry tone. Unable to hide her dismay of not being able to see her sister.
 
“I am sorry, my Lady.” Septa Mordane curtseyed and left the couple alone.
 
Mirari sat on the edge of her bed and focused on the floor. Not knowing what to
say. Everything was going around her head. “But...”
 
“Miri...” Willem sat next to her and held her close. His strong arms held her
tightly against him. “Let me talk to your father. Let me see if you can have a
goodbye but not be near her.”
 
“Thank you.”
 
Willem got to his feet and moved to the door. “Why don't you sleep? Build up
your strength for the journey.”
 
She smiled up at him. “Yes. I am a little tired. Could pour me some water
please? My throat is dry.”
 
“Of course, my love.”
 
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“That was the last time I saw him awake and alive,” said Mirari sadly. Tears
falling down her pale cheeks. “I loved your son, your Grace. I still do. It
breaks my heart everyday to be reminded that he is dead and I am still alive.”
 
===============================================================================
 
“Mirari!” Willem spoke with glee as he entered their chambers. “Your father has
said you can speak to Arya through her door. You can say goodbye.” He thought
his voice would have woken up his wife but she was still asleep. “Miri?” He
stepped closer to the bed. She had placed herself under the furs but she was
shivering violently. “No! No!” He put his hand on her head and found she was
hot to the touch. “No, my love! No! No!” He shook her shoulders in an attempt
to wake her up. “Mirari!” He shouted. He knew she needed to wake up.
 
The door opened and Lady Catelyn rushed in. She had heard the Prince's
desperate screams. “No...” Giving a scared gasp at the sight of her eldest
daughter shivering violently. “When did this start?”
 
“I have only just returned and found her like this. She complained about being
tired and bring thirsty. I thought it was from the child.” He looked down at
his wife as Lady Catelyn sat next to Mirari. Her hand pressed against Mirari's
head. The heat radiated from the girl. “What can we do?”
 
“You need to find Maester Luwin and then stay away from this room,” Catelyn
ordered the Prince, but he was rooted to the spot. Not looking away from his
wife, who was shivering more violently. “My Lord! Please!”
 
Willem looked to Lady Catelyn. “I cannot. I cannot leave her.”
 
“You must!” She stood up and steered the Prince from the room. “Find Maester
Luwin! Find him and you have a chance to save your wife.” Pushing him out of
the door and quickly closing the door to lock it. Barring him from entering the
room.
 
===============================================================================
 
“My Mother thought she was doing the right thing but she did not know that
Prince Willem was already ill.” Mirari spoke calmly. Forcing the burning tears
not to fall. “I am sorry for everything.”
 
“It is not your fault, my dear.” King Robert reassured her.
 
===============================================================================
 
It had been a day since Mirari fell ill and she showed no signs of recovery.
Willem was still denied access into his wife's chambers. But he did not move
from his spot from outside the room. He had a chair brought to the door and he
remained there. No one could remove him from his place. Ned tried to reassure
him but it was useless. No one left the room to give him news. It was
frustrating and terrifying for the young Prince.
 
“My Lord,” a maid approached him cautiously. “Is there anything I can bring
you?”
 
“A drink, please. My throat is dry.” He rubbed his forehead as she curtseyed
and left him alone. “Oh Miri! Hurry up! Live for me!” He rubbed his head more.
The ache not leaving. He knew. He had been in contact with Mirari. On unsteady
legs he stood up and moved to the door. “Maester Luwin. Help!” He hit the door
with his fist before falling against, sliding to the floor. His breathing
ragged. Sweat forming on his forehead.
 
===============================================================================
 
The tears had fallen. Mirari was breaking down as she told the story of  losing
her  husband.
 
===============================================================================
 
Willem had been placed in the room next to Mirari. They never knew what was
happening to their spouse. Willem did not know that his wife's fever had broken
and she was recovering. Mirari did not know that her husband was ill.
 
Slowly, she was put into a sitting position and fed a hot broth. Once she ate.
She was strong enough to speak. “Where is Willem?”
 
Her mother and Maester Luwin looked at each other.
 
“Mother? Where is Willem?”
 
“He is ill, Mirari. He caught the illness.” Her mother explained and seating
herself next to her daughter. “There is nothing we can do until his fever
breaks.”
 
She let out a gasp. A frightened gasp. “I need to see him.” Throwing the furs
off her body and climbing out of the bed. She did not make it far. Her weak
legs caused her to collapse. “Please, mother! I've had the illness! It will not
harm me!” Her tears falling thick and fast down her pale cheeks.
 
Maester Luwin shook his head as he and Lady Catelyn aided her back to bed. “It
could harm you again. Think of your child.”
 
Mirari touched her stomach. She only had a small bump but it was the only
evidence of her child growing within her. Only evidence of her marriage. If she
lost Willem, she would still have his son or daughter. “Tell him that I pray to
the gods. Old and new. Just for him. Please mother.”
 
===============================================================================
 
“Did you see him again?” Queen Cersei asked. Her cold eyes staring down at
Mirari.
 
“Yes. I should not have but I had to. I did not realise what my actions would
cause.”
 
===============================================================================
 
Night fell. She had heard no word from her mother or Maester Luwin. They were
tending to the Prince. Her strength was slowly returning to her and she could
go to his room. Which she did. Slipping out of her bed and walking unsteadily
to the door. Carefully, she opened it and looked out. No one was there. Her
mother would be annoyed if she discovered Mirari out of bed again.
 
When she made it to Willem's room, she found her husband alone. His fever did
not seem to be bad but it showed no signs of breaking. “Willem?” He said
nothing. She did not care any longer. Pushing back the furs and climbed into
bed with her husband. “I'm here my love. I'm here.” Her hand on his cheek. His
hot cheek. “Willem. Live for me. Live for us. For our son.” For most of the
hour, she watched him sleep. Lying against him until she too feel asleep.
 
The couple were discovered just an hour after Mirari fell asleep against her
husband's shoulder. “No!” Shouted Lady Catelyn. Thinking the worse. Thinking
her daughter was dead. But Mirari was not. She was ill again. The fever swept
through her. As for Prince Willem...
 
He was dead.
 
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***** Chapter Five *****
“So, you visiting your husband killed him?” Queen Cersei said coldly.
 
“No.” She shook her head. “I believe he was dying when I came to his room. I
doubt there was anything we could have done.”
 
“And your child?”
 
===============================================================================
 
Mirari awoke as her mother shouted in despair. She was being lifted from the
bed by her father. Through her ill eyes, she saw them cover up her husband's
body. “No...” She said weakly. “No. Willem!” Unable to move in her father's
strong arms, she could only move her head. “Willem...”
 
“Take her to her bed.” Maester Luwin told Ned. “This may cause her to lose the
child,” speaking to Lady Catelyn, who followed her husband.
 
Mirari remained in her ill state for another week. Unable to escort her
husband's body back to King's Landing. Which had been demanded by Queen Cersei
but a raven was sent to tell them of Mirari's illness. The fever held on for
the week. It caused no damage. Damage was only caused after the fever broke.
 
“I am glad to see you are better,” her mother tried to keep the mood light but
Mirari was not speaking. Catelyn was attempting to keep her daughter from
breaking down. But it was not working. Mirari was lying on her side, her back
facing her mother. The deep depression caused her to push away any of her
family and their comfort. “Mirari, you need to speak. Please, my love.”
 
“Go away, mother.” Speaking for the first time since she awoke the day before.
“Leave me alone.”
 
Catelyn tried her best. “Please Mirari. You need to leave this bed. Maester
Luwin said you are well enough. You need to eat more.”
 
“NO!” She shouted. Not turning to face her mother. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” She
screamed at her, finally turning around. “I want to be left alone!”
 
“I am here if you need me.” Trying to smile at her daughter but the tears and
the look of despair brought sadness to Catelyn Stark. She had not been out the
door a few minutes when she heard her daughter scream. A blood-curdling scream.
A scream of pain. Catelyn knew.
 
“Mother!”
 
Catelyn wasted no time and ran back inside. Her daughter was out of bed but the
sight of her brought horror to Catelyn's heart. Blood on Mirari's nightgown and
blood on the bed. Blood on Mirari's hand. “No...” She knew it would happen. She
was losing the child. “I'm here, my darling.” Rushing to her daughter's side.
 
“It hurts!” She sobbed as her mother led her back to the bed. Due to her
screams, Maester Luwin, Ned Stark and Sansa ran into the room. The screams
could be heard throughout Winterfell. “Make it stop!”
 
No one said anything until Mirari was on the bed and Luwin was able to examine
her. “It's too late.” He said without looking up at the family. Catelyn sat
next to her daughter, while Ned and Sansa abruptly left the room. “Mirari, I am
sorry. But you will have to birth your child.”
 
Mirari let out a loud sob. It was all too much for her. “No... No...” Her eyes
closed in pain. It was searing through her body. “I can't.”
 
“You can,” her mother reassured her. Her mother stayed at her side as Mirari
gave birth to her lost baby. A dead baby boy. Mirari did not stay conscious
long enough to see the deformed child.
 
===============================================================================
 
“It was deformed?” King Robert asked as Mirari stopped to compose herself.
 Dabbing her eyes with her handkerchief.
 
Her father nodded. “Yes. I saw him myself. Maester Luwin can confirm it. It was
because the child was born too soon.”
 
“You are sure it was a boy?”
 
“Yes, your Grace.”Ned nodded as he confirmed his daughter's story. “Is that
all, your Graces? As you can see, my daughter is distraught.” Getting to his
feet and moving to Mirari's side.
 
“Yes.”
 
Mirari curtseyed quickly and turned to leave. Not wanting to be interrogated
any further. But, “Just one more thing,” Queen Cersei spoke out. “Since you are
the Princess regent, you are committed to coming to Kings' Landing with us when
we leave.”
 
Mirari's heart stopped. She didn't want to leave. Her mother promised. “My
daughter is still mourning her husband's death and wishes to remain her for the
duration,” her father explained.
 
“We will discuss it.” King Robert said before his wife could argue further with
Ned. “You may go, Lady Mirari.” Giving her a smile as she curtseyed once again
and left the room as quick as she could.
 
Ignoring Maester Luwin's comfort and calls, she ran away from him. Seeking
sanctuary in the godswood. Falling to her knees at the heart tree. Praying to
the old gods. Her hands held tightly together in prayer. Unlike her sister,
Sansa, she only kept the old gods. She, Robb and Jon would spend half their
young childhood in the godswood. That made her believe in the old gods. Her
father would sit with the three of them and tell them how the old gods became
to be in the North. It fascinated the young girl of Mirari. Now, she came here
for peace and solace.
 
Her hands clasped tight together. Her lips moving fast as she said a silent
prayer. Praying to her gods to be with her husband. Praying they would take her
away from her home to be at his side once more. To take her away from the
clutches of King Robert and his cold-hearted Queen.
 
“Mirari?”
 
Her entire body shook from her sobs. “Go away, Jon. Go away.” Her hands were
still clasped. Praying hard to the old gods. Lips moving silently. Eyes staring
up at the tree. She could hear him walking towards her.
 
His heavy boots crunching over the fallen leaves. “No. You don't need to do
this alone.” His voice softly spoken. Sitting down beside her and pulling her
into his arms. Giving her that much needed comfort. She accepted it. Resting
her head against his chest and her hands on his comforting arm.
 
“I can't, Jon. It hurts so much. I cannot do it any more!” Her sobs intensified
but he held her. Held her tight until she was calm enough. “It hurts Jon. Why
does it hurt so much?”
 
He kissed the top of her head in a comforting gesture. “I don't know. I don't
know.” Keeping a tight hold on his sister. “We should return inside. You are
feeling cold.”
 
She shook her head and pulled away from him. “I want to stay her.” Standing up
and moving away from him.
 
“No,” he insisted, standing to his feet and following her. “Mirari, you need to
come inside. You are ice cold. I will not leave you here.” When she silently
shook her head, he instantly took off his cloak and draped her over her
shoulders. “Please.” His arm rested over her shoulders. Gently leading her out
of the godswood.
 
“Well isn't this a pretty sight?” A sneering voice spoke from behind them
within the godswood.
 
Upon turning around, the two found themselves facing Prince Joffrey. “Your
Highness.” Jon acknowledged him but did not move from his sister's side, who
was shivering from the cold and her previous emotions.
 
“Leave us, Bastard. I wish to speak with my late brother's wife.” Staring at
Mirari.
 
Unnoticed by Prince Joffrey, Mirari gripped Jon's arm tight. He knew what his
sister meant. She did not want to be left alone with the heir to the Iron
Throne. “I need to escort my sister back inside. She is cold and needs to ready
for the feast tonight.”
 
Joffrey's eyes widened as Jon spoke the way he did to him. “How dare you,
bastard?! How are you speak to me in such way?!” His voice rising with his
temper.
 
“I meant no offence, your highness. But Lady Mirari is shivering. I must see to
her.” Holding Mirari tighter against his side.
 
“I shall speak with you at the feast, Prince Joffrey.” Mirari managed to say
through her chattered teeth. “Please, I need to return inside.” Her hand tight
on her brother's arm and her other hand holding his cloak around her. Jon
became very protective of his younger sister especially when the Prince took a
step towards her. He held her tighter and manoeuvred her out of the godswood.
 
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Jon eventually escorted Mirari to her room. Not leaving her as he stoked the
fire more. She still had his cloak around him. From the moment they had left
she had not spoken a word to him. Her gaze focused ahead of her. He watched
her. Mirari was rocking back and forth slightly. “Miri!” He left her fire and
knelt in front of her. “What is it?”
 
“I don't want to go. They are going to make me go.”
 
“What are you talking about?” Holding her cold hands in his.
 
“Mother. Father. The King. They are going to make me go to King's Landing. I
don't want to. I want to stay here.” She finally looked at her brother. “You
won't be coming with us.”
 
He looked down at her hands. “No. I will not be staying here either.”
 
“But! There always must be a Stark at Winterfell.” She said in shock.
 
“I'm not a Stark, Mirari.” He continued to hold her hands as he stood to sit
next to her on the bed.
 
“You are. Not in name. But you are our father's son. You are a Stark to me.”
She rested her head on his shoulder.
 
“I won't be here, Miri. I want to leave for the wall. I want to be like Uncle
Benjen.”
 
She shook her head, wrenched her hands from his grip. “No. Please Jon.”
 
“I have made up my mind, Miri.” He stood up and walked to her window. “I just
have to ask father.”
 
“He won't let you.” She shifted onto the bed more.
 
“I know.” He chuckled as he pushed open the window. “Are you well, Miri?”
Turning to face her.
 
She nodded slowly, her hands twisting in her lap. “I am. Thank you, Jon. For
taking care of me.”
 
“I am always there for you, little sister.”
 
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Her mother held her tightly. Rocking her as Mirari sobbed uncontrollably. When
she regained consciousness, her mother and Maester Luwin were ready to tell her
what had happened. “It was a boy?” She sobbed against Catelyn's comforting
shoulder.
 
“Yes.” She kissed her daughter's forehead and it was still very hot. There was
a chance the fever could return.
 
“He was not alive when he was born. You can be relieved at that.”
 
Mirari nodded. “Yes. He is not suffering any more. He will be with his father
now.” She pulled away from her mother and lay down. Staring blankly up at the
ceiling. Watching a spider crawl across. “Do the Lannisters know?” Her lower
lip trembling. Tears threatening to fall.
 
“Your father sent a raven about Willem's...” She stopped herself when Mirari
burst into tears at the sound of her husband's name. “I am sorry. We have
informed them and also your father sent another raven to them telling of the
loss of your son.”
 
Mirari turned away from her mother, curling into herself. Letting out a
dreadful scream. The pain of losing her husband and child in a short space of
time was destroying her heart. All her mother could do was watch and attempt to
console her.
 
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