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Chapter 13: Theon Stark
I was a couple of months along before I realized what was wrong with me. I when I looked back, I had a good idea who the father was. Jon Targaryen had come to me during a slow time. There was a good chance it was his.
Being pregnant didn’t hurt my business any, even when I started showing. Lots of men think pregnant women are attractive and I was able to keep whoring up until near the end. It helped that I now had enough women working of me that I didn’t have to work and could afford only fuck the men I wanted to, and charge them more for the privilege.
After that first time with Sansa, she became one of my regulars. I would go to Winterfell to spend the night with her once a week and she had come believe my declarations of love for her and wanted to reciprocate the pleasure I would give her. I taught her exactly how to make me climax repeatedly and she mercilessly applied those lessons to me. As for her pleasure, she didn’t make the noises I made. But I did seem to make her feel good.
But as I got heavier and heavier, it became more and more difficult to make the walk up to Winterfell castle. I came less and less often, until I stopped coming altogether.
When my labors had ended, I had given birth to a beautiful baby boy with deep purple eyes and dark hair. I was so sure it would be a girl. I was planning to teach her to follow in my footsteps! Instead I had a boy. What will I do with a boy?
When I was recovered from the birth enough to make the walk, I took my son and walked up to Winterfell on the day when the Queen would hear petitions from the small folk. I got in line and waited my turn. I had not yet made it to the front when I heard the Queen call out:
“Whore? What are you doing in that line Whore? You know you can see me anytime!”
“I’m not here as a visitor, your Grace,” I told her, as I tried to do a one handed curtsy. “I’m here as a supplicant.”
“Well come on up here, Whore,” commanded the Queen. “I can hear you now.”
“If it please your Grace,” I begged. “I would like to wait my turn so that these people ahead of me can have their concerns heard.”
“Then, I will see you after them,” announced the Queen, before turning to a servant. “Have her brought to my solar and attend to all her needs.”
“Thank you, your Grace,” I said, with another attempt at a curtsy, before following the servant out.
The servant stayed with me in the solar and attended to my every need: bringing me food and drink, when I changed his diaper, she took the old one to be cleaned and promised it would be sent back to me afterwards. I was nursing him when the Queen entered.
“Your Grace!” I cried, as I tried to stand up and curtsy while juggling a baby at my breast.
“It’s all right Whore! Don’t stand up!” commanded the Queen. “Your baby is very beautiful!”
“He’s why I came here, your Grace,” I told her.
“Please Whore, call me Sansa,” commanded the Queen. “We know each other far too well for formalities.”
“I’m not here as your Lover, Sansa,” I told her. “I’m here as a whore who needs the help of her Queen.”
“What ever it is, I promise I will do anything I can to help,” soothed Sansa, as she stroked my hair. “Now what is your problem?”
“My problem is him!” I told her, indicating my son. “If he were a daughter, I could teach her to follow in my footsteps. But as a son, I can offer him nothing but a life of being the low born son of a whore! Please Sansa, help me to give him a better life than I can!”
“Do you know who the father is?” asked Sansa.
“I’m pretty sure because of the timing that he’s the son of our cousin, Jon Snow.” I told her. “The purple eyes make me think he has Targaryen blood, which he would, if he’s Raegar’s grandson.”
“Don’t worry Whore, I will see that he’s taken care of,” assured Sansa. “And you can come visit him any time you want.”
“Thank you. Sansa,” I told her, before bending my head back into an invitation for her to kiss me.
She gave me a chaste kiss, filled with love.
“You’re welcome to stay as long as you like,” said Sansa. “You could even move in here if you like.”
“Thank you Sansa ... Your Grace,” I addressed her more formally. “As much as I enjoy our time together as lovers, I have a life as your Royal Whore. I like my life as a whore, as The Whore, as a madam. I’m not ready to give it up yet. But now that he’s born, I promise I will come see you both more often.”
After I finished nursing my son, I left him with Sansa, my lover, my Queen. I hadn’t named him yet and left that choice up to her. I kissed them each goodbye and walked out of the castle, back to Wintertown and my life as a Whore.
Over the next couple of months, I made many visits to Winterfell to see them both. Sansa and I renewed our relationship as lovers and the Queen saw to it that my son got the best of everything. Things were very busy at Winterfell but Sansa always managed to find time for me. I didn’t give it much thought. It was the realm’s business, not mine. From all over the North the High Lords were pouring into Winterfell. As a result, business was booming for me and my brothel.
But one morning, I awoke to find it unusually quiet. I looked around the brothel, but all of the other whores were gone! Their possessions were still here but the women were gone! I could understand one or two of them being out on errands, but not all of them! Then I heard the horses coming down the street and stopping in front of the brothel. I when to the front to see what they wanted. I opened the door to see four soldiers in immaculate, brand new looking armor, decorated with grey tabards bearing the dire wolf of the Starks. With them, were a couple of maidservants I knew from Winterfell.
“Lady Whore, you are summoned to appear before the Queen,” announced the captain of the guard. “These ladies will dress you appropriately.”
The women led me back into the brothel and helped me into the most beautiful grey dress, decorated in embroidered dire wolves and red lanterns. When I asked where it came from, I was told it was hand made by the Queen, herself. It was made to fit me so perfectly that they sewed me into it! Then they did my hair in a beautiful style that made me look like a Great Lady!
Once I was dressed appropriately, I was helped onto a horse to ride side-saddle. And we set out, going slowly because I had never ridden a horse before. As we rode through the town I noticed that it looked so deserted that it was more empty than I had seen it when I had been made the Royal Whore! When we arrived at Winterfell, the soldiers helped me off the horse and two of them walked in front of me to open the doors to the Great Hall, while two walked behind me. When the doors opened I saw that all the Lords of the North were seated in the Hall with nearly everyone from Wintertown standing behind them, including all my whores, dressed in their best dresses! The Herald pounded his staff on the floor three times and announced:
“Lady Whore, the Royal Whore!”
When Queen Sansa stood for my entrance, all the Lords of the North did too!
I walked down the isle between all the Lords of the North and curtsied to the Queen.
“My Lords!” began Queen Sansa. “Ever since since the North became an independent Kingdom, you have been asking when will I be wed? Whom will I marry? Who will be my heir? Well today I have called you here to answer those questions. The answer is: that I shall never again marry. I shall have no husband. So who shall be my heir?”
Just then a servant came out carrying my son, and handed him to Queen Sansa.
“I told you all when I named Lady Whore as the Royal Whore, that she is, in fact my cousin, the daughter of my uncle Brandon Stark. This is her son, and my heir, Theon Stark!”
“Who’s his father?” shouted Lord Ned Umber.
“I’m glad you asked that,” said the Queen. “It just so happens that he is the son of my other cousin, Jon Snow, my predecessor as King in the North, the true born son of my Aunt, Lyanna Stark and her husband, Raegar Targaryen.”
She handed my son to me and motioned for me to turn around and face the Lords of the North.
“My Lords, I give you my heir: Prince Theon Stark and the Queen Mother, Her Grace, Whore!”
“WHAT!” I yelped.
And everyone in the room broke into thunderous applause and cheering!
“The mother of the future King is called the Queen Mother,” Sansa quietly told me while they were all still cheering.
After that, Sansa started buying other brothels throughout the North and gifting their ownership to me. She wanted me to use them to gather secrets and turn my seat on the Small Council into something more like a Mistress of Whispers. Running them all and being madam of the Wintertown brothel was taking more and more of my time and I was only able to whore at all if I MADE time for it.
Being the Queen Mother was very surreal. Everyone called me: ‘your grace‘ now. They would only call me ‘Whore’ if I I specifically asked them to, which I did with every low born person I had actually fucked, and their wives if they appreciated what I did. There were lots of people men and women who wanted to fuck the mother of the Future King, and I could charge as much as I wanted for it. But I was not really interested in fucking High Lords who wanted me for that reason. If I could find time to still be a whore, I used it to serve the low born. But over time, I was doing it less and less. When I was ready for another child, I stopped drinking moon tea and picked one of those men that my brothel served for free. He was too poor and too low born to attract a wife, someone who, like me, had a family legend about his family serving the Starks since the beginning, but I spent a few times with him and it worked!
I gave birth to a girl who I trained to be my replacement. I trained her to be a whore, teaching her all the secrets that my mother taught me. I made her wait until she was older than me before selling her maidenhood for a lot more than had been paid for mine. I let her work as a whore for ten years before I made her madam of the Wintertown brothel. By then I almost never whored anymore. I had become almost exclusive lovers with Sansa. I continued to teach all to my daughter so that she could take my place as the Mistress of Whispers after I was gone.
My son, Theon was given the best of everything and was a much loved Prince. He grew up having two mothers in his life, Sansa and me. And the men of Winterfell made certain that he had plenty of father figures in his life.
We both lived to a ripe old age and when the Old Gods finally took me, I was in the arms of my beloved Sansa, surrounded by my children and grandchildren.
The End.
I was a couple of months along before I realized what was wrong with me. I when I looked back, I had a good idea who the father was. Jon Targaryen had come to me during a slow time. There was a good chance it was his.
Being pregnant didn’t hurt my business any, even when I started showing. Lots of men think pregnant women are attractive and I was able to keep whoring up until near the end. It helped that I now had enough women working of me that I didn’t have to work and could afford only fuck the men I wanted to, and charge them more for the privilege.
After that first time with Sansa, she became one of my regulars. I would go to Winterfell to spend the night with her once a week and she had come believe my declarations of love for her and wanted to reciprocate the pleasure I would give her. I taught her exactly how to make me climax repeatedly and she mercilessly applied those lessons to me. As for her pleasure, she didn’t make the noises I made. But I did seem to make her feel good.
But as I got heavier and heavier, it became more and more difficult to make the walk up to Winterfell castle. I came less and less often, until I stopped coming altogether.
When my labors had ended, I had given birth to a beautiful baby boy with deep purple eyes and dark hair. I was so sure it would be a girl. I was planning to teach her to follow in my footsteps! Instead I had a boy. What will I do with a boy?
When I was recovered from the birth enough to make the walk, I took my son and walked up to Winterfell on the day when the Queen would hear petitions from the small folk. I got in line and waited my turn. I had not yet made it to the front when I heard the Queen call out:
“Whore? What are you doing in that line Whore? You know you can see me anytime!”
“I’m not here as a visitor, your Grace,” I told her, as I tried to do a one handed curtsy. “I’m here as a supplicant.”
“Well come on up here, Whore,” commanded the Queen. “I can hear you now.”
“If it please your Grace,” I begged. “I would like to wait my turn so that these people ahead of me can have their concerns heard.”
“Then, I will see you after them,” announced the Queen, before turning to a servant. “Have her brought to my solar and attend to all her needs.”
“Thank you, your Grace,” I said, with another attempt at a curtsy, before following the servant out.
The servant stayed with me in the solar and attended to my every need: bringing me food and drink, when I changed his diaper, she took the old one to be cleaned and promised it would be sent back to me afterwards. I was nursing him when the Queen entered.
“Your Grace!” I cried, as I tried to stand up and curtsy while juggling a baby at my breast.
“It’s all right Whore! Don’t stand up!” commanded the Queen. “Your baby is very beautiful!”
“He’s why I came here, your Grace,” I told her.
“Please Whore, call me Sansa,” commanded the Queen. “We know each other far too well for formalities.”
“I’m not here as your Lover, Sansa,” I told her. “I’m here as a whore who needs the help of her Queen.”
“What ever it is, I promise I will do anything I can to help,” soothed Sansa, as she stroked my hair. “Now what is your problem?”
“My problem is him!” I told her, indicating my son. “If he were a daughter, I could teach her to follow in my footsteps. But as a son, I can offer him nothing but a life of being the low born son of a whore! Please Sansa, help me to give him a better life than I can!”
“Do you know who the father is?” asked Sansa.
“I’m pretty sure because of the timing that he’s the son of our cousin, Jon Snow.” I told her. “The purple eyes make me think he has Targaryen blood, which he would, if he’s Raegar’s grandson.”
“Don’t worry Whore, I will see that he’s taken care of,” assured Sansa. “And you can come visit him any time you want.”
“Thank you. Sansa,” I told her, before bending my head back into an invitation for her to kiss me.
She gave me a chaste kiss, filled with love.
“You’re welcome to stay as long as you like,” said Sansa. “You could even move in here if you like.”
“Thank you Sansa ... Your Grace,” I addressed her more formally. “As much as I enjoy our time together as lovers, I have a life as your Royal Whore. I like my life as a whore, as The Whore, as a madam. I’m not ready to give it up yet. But now that he’s born, I promise I will come see you both more often.”
After I finished nursing my son, I left him with Sansa, my lover, my Queen. I hadn’t named him yet and left that choice up to her. I kissed them each goodbye and walked out of the castle, back to Wintertown and my life as a Whore.
Over the next couple of months, I made many visits to Winterfell to see them both. Sansa and I renewed our relationship as lovers and the Queen saw to it that my son got the best of everything. Things were very busy at Winterfell but Sansa always managed to find time for me. I didn’t give it much thought. It was the realm’s business, not mine. From all over the North the High Lords were pouring into Winterfell. As a result, business was booming for me and my brothel.
But one morning, I awoke to find it unusually quiet. I looked around the brothel, but all of the other whores were gone! Their possessions were still here but the women were gone! I could understand one or two of them being out on errands, but not all of them! Then I heard the horses coming down the street and stopping in front of the brothel. I when to the front to see what they wanted. I opened the door to see four soldiers in immaculate, brand new looking armor, decorated with grey tabards bearing the dire wolf of the Starks. With them, were a couple of maidservants I knew from Winterfell.
“Lady Whore, you are summoned to appear before the Queen,” announced the captain of the guard. “These ladies will dress you appropriately.”
The women led me back into the brothel and helped me into the most beautiful grey dress, decorated in embroidered dire wolves and red lanterns. When I asked where it came from, I was told it was hand made by the Queen, herself. It was made to fit me so perfectly that they sewed me into it! Then they did my hair in a beautiful style that made me look like a Great Lady!
Once I was dressed appropriately, I was helped onto a horse to ride side-saddle. And we set out, going slowly because I had never ridden a horse before. As we rode through the town I noticed that it looked so deserted that it was more empty than I had seen it when I had been made the Royal Whore! When we arrived at Winterfell, the soldiers helped me off the horse and two of them walked in front of me to open the doors to the Great Hall, while two walked behind me. When the doors opened I saw that all the Lords of the North were seated in the Hall with nearly everyone from Wintertown standing behind them, including all my whores, dressed in their best dresses! The Herald pounded his staff on the floor three times and announced:
“Lady Whore, the Royal Whore!”
When Queen Sansa stood for my entrance, all the Lords of the North did too!
I walked down the isle between all the Lords of the North and curtsied to the Queen.
“My Lords!” began Queen Sansa. “Ever since since the North became an independent Kingdom, you have been asking when will I be wed? Whom will I marry? Who will be my heir? Well today I have called you here to answer those questions. The answer is: that I shall never again marry. I shall have no husband. So who shall be my heir?”
Just then a servant came out carrying my son, and handed him to Queen Sansa.
“I told you all when I named Lady Whore as the Royal Whore, that she is, in fact my cousin, the daughter of my uncle Brandon Stark. This is her son, and my heir, Theon Stark!”
“Who’s his father?” shouted Lord Ned Umber.
“I’m glad you asked that,” said the Queen. “It just so happens that he is the son of my other cousin, Jon Snow, my predecessor as King in the North, the true born son of my Aunt, Lyanna Stark and her husband, Raegar Targaryen.”
She handed my son to me and motioned for me to turn around and face the Lords of the North.
“My Lords, I give you my heir: Prince Theon Stark and the Queen Mother, Her Grace, Whore!”
“WHAT!” I yelped.
And everyone in the room broke into thunderous applause and cheering!
“The mother of the future King is called the Queen Mother,” Sansa quietly told me while they were all still cheering.
After that, Sansa started buying other brothels throughout the North and gifting their ownership to me. She wanted me to use them to gather secrets and turn my seat on the Small Council into something more like a Mistress of Whispers. Running them all and being madam of the Wintertown brothel was taking more and more of my time and I was only able to whore at all if I MADE time for it.
Being the Queen Mother was very surreal. Everyone called me: ‘your grace‘ now. They would only call me ‘Whore’ if I I specifically asked them to, which I did with every low born person I had actually fucked, and their wives if they appreciated what I did. There were lots of people men and women who wanted to fuck the mother of the Future King, and I could charge as much as I wanted for it. But I was not really interested in fucking High Lords who wanted me for that reason. If I could find time to still be a whore, I used it to serve the low born. But over time, I was doing it less and less. When I was ready for another child, I stopped drinking moon tea and picked one of those men that my brothel served for free. He was too poor and too low born to attract a wife, someone who, like me, had a family legend about his family serving the Starks since the beginning, but I spent a few times with him and it worked!
I gave birth to a girl who I trained to be my replacement. I trained her to be a whore, teaching her all the secrets that my mother taught me. I made her wait until she was older than me before selling her maidenhood for a lot more than had been paid for mine. I let her work as a whore for ten years before I made her madam of the Wintertown brothel. By then I almost never whored anymore. I had become almost exclusive lovers with Sansa. I continued to teach all to my daughter so that she could take my place as the Mistress of Whispers after I was gone.
My son, Theon was given the best of everything and was a much loved Prince. He grew up having two mothers in his life, Sansa and me. And the men of Winterfell made certain that he had plenty of father figures in his life.
We both lived to a ripe old age and when the Old Gods finally took me, I was in the arms of my beloved Sansa, surrounded by my children and grandchildren.
The End.
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