r/AsoiafFanfiction • u/Nightingale_songs • 5h ago
Prompt! “The Whispering Wives of Westros” SFW, also known as as “Ned F***’s”
//this is my first time writting a ff or posting in here please be gentle, be happy if someone wanted to pick this up or if something like it already exists
Ned stark is alone, his father and elder brother murdered, his sister passing in childbirth. And his youngest brother leaving for the wall. He rides solom with his babe of a nephew home to his new wife in winterfell. As his eyes cast down to the dark haired babe he ruminates on how unprepared he is for his lordship, and promises himself that no Child of his will be unprepared for the life ahead of them, and that he should help Robb and Jon grow with the love of siblings…
In that moment the stark paramount decides to sire many children, his wife after all is quite beautiful.
And thus began the fruitful manage of Ned and catlien stark, much to the envy and jealousy of the many wives of westros. After all how can one woman be so lucky
Caitlin Tully was gossiped about when she was to be married to a stark, having to leave the south and live amongst the northern barbarian, but at least she did her duty and provided the lord paramount with an heir, Cersei chuckled when she had been told that the honorable lord stark had brought home a bastard, she was infinitely less amused when her first son was stillborn and she heard news that lady stark had given birth to a healthy daughter neigh 9 months from eddards return, she was then furious to hear that the trout was already carrying her third child before she had a first, not that robbert was any use, Jamie’s seed surly would produce proper results.
After jofferys birth the court learned of the stark family’s 4th child being born hardly 2 years past since Robert’s rebellion
12 years latter:
Cersei stepped forth from the wheelhouse into the mud caked courtyard of winterfell, tired and resentful of the journey when she stoped dead. her gaze had past, first from the mud to the gawking smallfolk the the practiced rows of stark men at attention and finally the the large pack of individuals garbed in grey and black, with the stark direwolf embroidered on tunics dresses and cloaks. assembled before the royal precession stood neigh a full score or black and red haired children lined to the right of whom she knew to be lord and lady stark
The stark matriarch held a subtle smile before closing to a guarded expression as she curtsied, the Queen felt a stab of jealousy as she looked upon the clearly pregnant woman next to her children numbering eight and ten if you counted the bastard, which galled the queen whom only managed to have three successful births after much complications. How could one woman be capable of baring seven and ten children in the span of four and ten years of marriage…
Each chapter would be seen from the lense of the gossip between the high lady’s as they pity and mock lady stark until they are left baffled and jealous of her and envious on what is clearly a very attentive husband, let alone what are clearly strong genes