Roumors

Rumours

Arya woke earlier than usual; the sun had not yet risen and Sansa was still fast asleep in her bed. Arya had to push down the desire to wake her, but Mother had told her that when she wakes before her sister it is not good manners to wake her by jump on her bed.

She stayed in her room for an hour or so, playing with her fake sword (really just a stick from the Godswood), pretending to be Queen Nymeria but soon she grew bored of being alone and wandered out to see if her brothers were awake.

Unfortunately all the boys were fast asleep, even Jon, who was usually up before the others. Arya wandered around, passing some of the servants who were already on their feet getting things in order for the day.

Finally Arya walked towards Mother's chambers thinking that Father was almost certainly in his solar by now, leaving Mother alone, so that Arya might crawl into Mother's bed with her, without anyone knowing.

She knocked softly and waited for a reply, as her parents had often said she should do, but she had never been patient and when no reply came she knocked again, this time a little bit harder.

After the second knock she heard a soft noise coming from inside and she opened the door softly and peeked inside. The first thing she saw was that Father had, in fact, not left for his solar. No they were both here, on Mother's bed. Mother was on all fours and Father on his knees behind her.

They were both naked, which confused Arya a great deal since Mother, and especially Septa Mordane, had started making such a fuss when Arya swam naked with Bran in the hot pools but then here her parents were naked as their nameday involved in something Arya couldn’t quite find the words to describe.

She was startled from her thoughts...

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...s hands pulling her skirts up.

"There is a lock, my love. But neither of us remembers to use it." She told him, pulling his hand away from their task.

"I want you." He whispered in her ear, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

"I know my love and I you." She answered before turning to kiss him on the lips. "But we have duties, you promised those farmers an audience and I have to make plans for Robb's nameday feast."

Catelyn pulled herself up from his lap, his large hands lingering on her hips before he relenting and letting her go.

"Alright my love. Have it your way." Ned growled, before straightening out his clothes.

"I usually do." Catelyn said, laughing, pulling him by his hand towards the door. "Lets just hope Arya doesn't tell people why she thought there was to be another Stark."

Ned groaned loudly and Catelyn laughed, as her cheeks burned.

The End.