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Chapter 52: Deepwood Motte

EDRIC

Now that Sansa has been to King’s Landing, she can apparate to visit any time she wants. After checking to make sure Ghost had successfully gotten Lady with pups, we prepared to go back to Riverrun. Cat and Edmina were staying here. The rest of us were leaving. I made a Portkey to take us all back. After checking on my daughter, we left Sansa, Lady and Margaery at Riverrun and I made another portkey to take Arya, Trystane, Nymeria, Tomen and myself back to Winterfell. Arya and Trystane wanted to go with us to visit the keeps of the North. So after reporting back to Robb about what had happened in King’s Landing and picking up Brienne and Tormund, I made us a portkey to the next keep I had been to.


MARGAERY

After we returned and told everyone that the Riverlands way of handling inheritance had become the Law for the whole Seven Kingdoms, Meera decided that she wanted to have separate weddings to me and to Bran. We were still in and endless night of blizzard. But between them, Bran and Sansa could temporarily clear the snow from the Gods’ Wood, vanishing it with their wands. For my wedding to Meera, when they called for ‘the bedding’, I let them strip me and Meera successfully fought them off. For Bran’s wedding to Meera, the two of them successfully threatened everyone into not having a bedding.
Our weddings caused a rash of weddings. Mycella married Dickon Tarley and one of his knights, who was his best friend. They had a combined wedding in the Sept, even though we had no Septon. And the ‘bedding’ part of the party was traditionally southern, with all three of them letting them selves be stripped and carried to the wedding bed. A surprising number of the Reachlander knights decided to openly form romantic relationships with each other. A fair number of these men converted to the Old Gods, because the followers of the Seven refused to recognize a marriage between two men. And I, as Lady of the Forrest, (with generous use of warming spells cast by Bran) performed the weddings of these knights in the Gods’ Wood. I performed the Old Gods wedding for Jojen and Osha, while her other husband publicly stole her, in accordance with Wildling custom.


EDRIC

When we would scout out Northern Keeps, if we arrived in the middle of a battle, I would always make myself a portkey home, first thing. So that After the battle, I could be with Sansa, and not whoever was handy. It was during one of these trips home, just after Sansa and I had finished our first round that there was a knock on the door.

“Come in!” called Sansa, after she covered herself.

Rosalyn Frey entered the room.

“My Lady, My Lord,” started Rosalyn, as she gave us each a curtsy. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I have decided to marry a couple of the Free Folk men. We’re going to have a Free Folk wedding, which means that they are going to steal me in the Great Hall during dinner. When Sansa asked me if I would like to stop being a . . . a whore and come back home where I would be your mistress and have your bastards, I agreed to it, because I like you, My Lord, and it was my friend asking this of me. But I never got a chance to be your mistress. So I was thinking, My Lord. Since this in my last night as an unstolen woman, if you wanted me to be your mistress, just for tonight, this would be our last chance . . .”

“Thank you for thinking of us,” I told her. “But if I had wanted you to be my mistress, I would have made you one years ago. You’ve been a good friend to my Sansa and hope you two will remain friends for years to come.”

“Oh, come here!” gushed Sansa, as she sat up to hug Rosalyn, while carefully trying to keep her self still covered with the blanket. “Congratulations! I’m very happy for you!”

“The Free Folk ‘wedding’ consisted of two of the Free folk men suddenly grabbing her during dinner, ripping the clothes off her and one holding her down while the other took her on the floor. When the first one was done, he held her down so the other one could steal her. It looked like she was being publicly raped! But when I walked over and asked her if she needed help, she refused me.


SAM

With the new laws concerning marriage, inheritance and bastardry, everyone in the City took on a family name of their own. It made law enforcement much easier now that the suspect could be Edgar Brewer and not just one of many Edgars. A side affect of the new laws was that it had started a spree of weddings. The death rate on the city walls had been horrific and there were now many more women than men, as many women had been widowed. With contact reestablished with the Riverlands and the North. The knowledge that there were many single Lords in the North that were willing to share their wives, made King’s Landing a net exporter of women. After all, it was eternally dark and snowy here, so the weather of the North couldn’t be any worse.

Amongst the transformed people like Shae and I, the new laws had started a bit of a fad. Since we neo-Children of the Forrest had the parts of both man and woman, we could enjoy the bedroom in either role. So it was starting be a fashion amongst us for each of us to have both a wife and a husband. This was starting to link all of us neo-Children of the Forrest together in a sort of network. Shae and I had, by now, done extensive experimentation with our new bodies in the bedroom. And although we both enjoyed acting in role of either husband or wife, we agreed that we were only interested in acting in the role of wife to each other. Though we were both open to taking on other wives, that we could be a husband to.


JON

After Edric brought my family for a visit, both Sansa and Bran started making regular visits to see us via apparition. Cat’s relationship with her children was improving, and Shireen always enjoyed their visits. Since the weather was too bad for ravens and no one who left the city ever came back, we where totally cut off from the rest of the world. And so, the wizards became our only form of mail service. Sansa or Bran or sometimes Edric would bring us letters from the North or Riverrun, and pick up any that were being sent from here north. When Edric would visit Sansa at Riverrun, he would pick up any mail going further north or bring down mail on its’ way south. There was no regular schedule for the visits of Sansa or Bran. So messages would have to wait until they returned.

With the return of their children, Lord Tyrion offered to let Ygrette marry himself, or Tomen or both of them if she wished. I took the decision out of their hands. Tomen had sworn and oath to the Night’s Watch. He was only in the south, in violation of that oath because he had been abducted against his will and made into Yara Greyjoy’s Salt Husband, a virtual sex slave. Now that she was dead, he was free and the current Lord Commander was his father, who didn’t want to kill him, I ruled as Lord Hand of the Queen, that he had to go back to the Night’s Watch. None of them were happy about my decision, but they accepted it, and Ygrette decided to marry Lord Tyrion after naming all her children and any future children: Greyjoys.


TORMUND

When Edric took us to Bear Island with his whirlwind spell, all we found was and empty castle. There weren’t even any bodies, the Dead don’t leave the bodies of their enemies, they recruit them. The wind and snow had damaged things a bit, but other wise, everything was exactly as it had been left at the end of the battle. We closed window shutters and doors and sealed the castle gates. Edric promised Arya we’d come back later with, Lyanna to cast the spell that would hide this place.

Our next destination was Deepwood Motte. We arrived to find it inhabited by Free Folk.

“Tormund?” asked a man wearing armor made out of bones. “What are you doing here with a bunch of kneelers?”

“The kneeler Lord Stark send us to save your asses, Rattleshirt,” I told him.

“That’s Lord of Bones to you, Bearsbane!” snarled Rattleshirt. “And how the fuck are you going to save us? We don’t need saving. We made it this far, didn’t we?”

“Well, my man Edric, here is a wizard,” I explained as I put my arm over Edric’s shoulder. “He can cast a spell that makes it so the Others can’t even see this place. They will forget it was even here.”

I leaned in to whisper: “Also, it will make the kneelers forget it was here.”

“Well, do your magic then, wizard kneeler!” demanded Rattleshirt.

“I’m going need you to call all your people together,” said Edric.

“Are you sure this isn’t some kneeler trick to catch us all?” asked Rattleshirt.

“You have my word,” I told him. “Once he does his spell, only people you tell will ever be able to find this place.”

So Rattleshirt called all of his people together, Edric cast his spell and Rattleshirt shared the secret with all of us.

“Now that we’re all safe, let me introduce you to the kneelers,” I said. “The wizard, is Lord Edric Peverell, Lord of the Twins. This is Prince Trystane Martell, from a most southest place called Dorne. This is his wife, Arya Martell. She killed Euron Crow’s eye and took his ship.”

“That slaver! Good riddance!” growled Rattleshirt, as he spit on the snow.

“And this great warrior is my wife, Ser Brienne from Tarth Island, in the south,” I introduced her.

“Stole her!?!,” gasped Rattleshirt. “She looks like you’d need at least four men to help you steal her. Have you made any giant babies with her?”

“Not yet, my lord,” answered Brienne.

“Heh, heh, heh! I like this one!” said Rattleshirt. “I may just try to steal her away from you!”

“You could try,” growled Brienne, as she gripped the handle of her sword. “But I do not think you would survive the attempt.”

“Well come on it the castle! Let’s have a drink!” said Rattleshirt.


EDRIC

In the battles against the Others at Winterfell, I had lost half the Free Folk wargs I had been training, leaving me with five. Nymeria had five pups, so I gave one to each of them.
The two females would be bred with Greywind and Shaggydog, when they were older.
Lady had six pups. One of them was promised to Shireen, we gave her one of the four females, who would all be bred to Summer when they were older.
Looking back, we probably should not have transported Lady and Nymeria by portkey while they were pregnant. Next time, we’ll transport the males for mating. I hadn’t even considered the hazards of magical transport to the unborn until Margaery first brought it up.

It took us a few months to travel all over the North to places I’d been before, looking for survivors. We found a surprising number of survivors from the various armies that had fought at the Wall. At Queen’s crown, we found a large group of men of the Night’s Watch and Moles Town whores. I transported Ser Jamie and the rest of the surviving members of the Night’s Watch there and he let them know that he would still hold them to their oaths, but would turn a blind eye to them violating the part about not making children. This group of 1/3 women would form the nucleus of a new Holding, when spring came. I made Ser Jamie the secret Keeper.
Other places had Northmen, Vale Knights, Crownlanders, Ironborn and Free Folk inhabiting them. In some cases I transported them to Winterfell, in others, I left them where they were and cast the Fidelitus. There were fewer recently emptied keeps than in the Riverlands, but there were still a lot.

When I would go down to King’s Landing, I would often have to portkey back a number of women, small folk widows who had heard that there were Lords in the North who needed wives and were wanting to start a new life for themselves. The usual arrangement was that she could bring her children with her, but they would fall in succession after any new children from the marriage.

Many of the Riverlords at Winterfell were anxious to return home. And for those whose homes I had been to, that had acquired a new wife, I would portkey home and make them a Fidelitus. Slowly, one keep at a time, the Riverlands were being resettled. But I could only to that with the places I had been to before. Many of the Riverland keeps, I had never been to. And those would have to wait for later, when I could go to them the slow way and start making portkeys to bring others. Ironically, I had been to more of the small keeps along the King’s Road and River Road than I had the keeps of the more important Lords. So many minor Lord and landed knights were getting to go home first.


MARGAERY

After Meera and I were married, I started spending a night a week sleeping alone with her so we could have some time to ourselves. Bran would also get nights alone with her, and the three of us would get a night together and some nights would be Bran and mine time to be alone together. This was by no means a sex schedule. We’d sometimes have sex during the day with someone it was not our night to be with and sometimes when we did have a night together we did nothing but sleep. And sometimes, as happened last night, and again this morning with Bran, our night together was an opportunity for sex. After plenty of post coital cuddling I stood up and stretched and started to go out the door, when I stopped and told Bran:

“I’m freezing! Can you do your warming spell on me?”

“Why don’t you put some clothes on?” asked Bran.

“I’m more comfortable like this- . . . .” I looked down at my nude body that I had left my natural leaf brown, not the paler tone that looked more normal in the Riverlands that I usually wore in public. “All right, cast the charm.”

Bran picked up his wand and waved it.

“Congratualtions! You’re going to have a baby,” said Bran “Do you want to know who the father is?”

“I already know it’s you,” I told him. “There couldn’t be anyone else that recent.”

“Are your sure?” asked Bran.

“Yes, I’m sure,” I told him.

“Well, I am!” said Bran, as he pulled me back into bed, so we could make love again.

When we finally did rise for the day, after I got cleaned up, Bran cast a warming charm on me so I could engage in the tradition that I had inadvertently started. Before I left had a thought:

“You know, now that I’m pregnant, no one else can make me more pregnant,” I observed. “How would you feel about me re-starting relationship with Edric?”

“I’m fine with it,” admitted Bran. “But my sister might not be.”

“Well, what if I offered to threesome with her?” I asked.

“I’m fine with it,” replied Bran. “But you’ll have to ask her first.”

“I think I’ll just go do that,” I said, before I kissed him and walked out the door.

When I was in the hall, going towards Edric and Sansa’s room, I saw Sansa coming out the door. She seemed surprised to see me.

“Why are you naked? . . . and brown? . . .” asked Sansa. “Are you going to have a BABY!?!”

When I nodded, she squealed and pulled me into a hug.

“And this is your way of announcing it!” squealed Sansa.

“With the help from a warming charm cast by Bran,” I added. “That’s the only way I’m able to still do this.
And since I am now carrying Bran’s child this frees me up to do some things that I ordinarily can’t. How do you feel about my having a threesome with you and Edric?”

“You mean like in the ‘Rock of the Rock’?” asked Sansa.

“Yes, but not so permanent like Meera, Bran and I have,” I told her. “It would be something that we could try, and if we liked it we could do it more, if not, I could be a one time thing. What do you say?”

“I think I would like to give it a try,” answered Sansa.

In my excitement, I tilted my head back and pulled her down into a kiss. We held it there for a few moments. And when I deepened it, she responded with enthusiasm! Perhaps too much, because when her hands started fondling my breasts, I realized she might take me out here in the hall if I let her. I broke off the kiss and told her:

“Let’s save some for tonight. For now, you should talk to Edric about it. See what he thinks.”

“Alright,” said Sansa, in a daze. “I’ll go ask him. Where will you be?”

“I was just going to break my fast,” I told her. “And I want to make my big announcement there.” I said, rubbing my bare tummy.

When I stepped into the Great Hall, everyone in the room turned to stare at me. Mycella was the first to realize I was pregnant and why I was publicly parading myself around in my natural appearance and naked.

“You’re with child!?!” squealed Mycelia, as she ran up to hug me.

I was quickly surrounded by women who wanted to hug me and congratulate me and asked a thousand questions. I tried my best to answer them all until we were interrupted by Edric, storming into the room and shouting at me in English:

“HOW DARE YOU!”