A New Chapter

Catelyn barely screamed as she pushed the baby out.

She had always been well suited to giving birth. She had received many comments on her ‘wide birthing hips’ as a young lady, from the approving mothers and fathers of her various suitors, mainly. She supposed she had proven them right by giving Ned five healthy children, and none of those births had been particularly hard on her.

Now… Well, having her and Walder’s tenth child was hardly even an inconvenience. She was well used to the whole process at this point. In fact, she realized that this was exactly what she was made for. Being fucked by her husband and popping out his children. She had never been happier than she was now. Seven years into their marriage, Catelyn had fully submitted to her husband. She was his, completely.

Things had changed a great deal in the seven years since she had married her Lord Husband. The fortunes of her former house had fallen in tandem with the rising fortunes of her current one. The present state of affairs has been set into motion by the Battle of the Moat, as it was being called at this point. Her son’s plan to take back Moat Cailin had been to send a vanguard of Umber, Bolton, and Frey forces to a frontal **** on Moat Cailin up the kingsroad, while the rest of his forces sought out Howland Reed, who would lead the army through secret paths known only to the crannogmen so they could **** the stronghold from the north.

The second part of the plan had worked perfectly, and Robb had arrayed his forces under the cover of night, giving the signal that they were in position to attack the moat from the north. Little did Robb know, however, that the Boltons and the Freys had turned traitor and secretly joined the Lannisters. They had massacred the Umber forces in their sleep, and then cut a deal with the ironborn. So while Robb was waiting for the signal to mount an attack, he was instead met with a host half again the size of his own bursting out of the castle and launching a surprise ****. After his troops were encircled and devastated, Robb had **** but to surrender.

The peace negotiations had been hosted at the Twins. Catelyn had been present; her husband paraded her before the assembled dignitaries in one of her customary whorish outfits, before having her service him under the table during the talks. Neither Roose Bolton nor Euron Greyjoy had minded, and King Joffrey was positively giddy as Robb had to watch the willing debasement of his mother while chained in the corner.

The treaty had resulted in Roose Bolton being made Warden of the North, bar Bear Island and Sea Dragon Point, which were given the ironborn. Her own husband had been made Lord Paramount of the Riverlands, a title he had a special claim to given his marriage to Catelyn. Robb, meanwhile, was allowed to spend the rest of his days on the Wall. She was sure Robb would have rather been executed, given that the King had him castrated, and took his wife back to King’s Landing as a “serving maid,” or in other words his personal plaything. Joffrey’s childish cruelty wouldn’t permit him to do any less to the man who had so humiliated him.

While her son had suffered this ultimate defeat, Catelyn had done nothing but enthusiastically suck his betrayer’s cock.

Joffrey’s victory turned to ashes in his mouth when he was poisoned at his own wedding to Margaery Tyrell. Sansa had fled in the chaos of the event, and so she was the natural suspect for his ****. But when she turned up a few moons later in the Vale, she had been married to Harold Arryn, the new lord, with the backing of Littlefinger. He was too important to the boy King Tommen’s regime to move against, and so Sansa was left alone.

Thus peace prevailed in the Seven Kingdoms. While King Tommen ostensibly reigned from King’s Landing, the realm was in truth controlled by the coalition of Roose Bolton, Mace Tyrell, Littlefinger, her husband, and Kevan Lannister. While there were a few minor threats, such as the attempted wildling invasion that had caused the **** of her son and her husband’s bastard, and the intermittent reaving of the now-independent Iron Islands, the kingdoms had remained relatively prosperous. Winter had proved to be short, and harvests were bountiful.

Catelyn’s life at the Twins was similarly prosperous. It had not taken long for her to submit completely to Walder. He was just too dominant, too powerful, too overwhelming. She had accepted her place as a lowly whore whose only job was to pleasure him and carry his children. And that she had done very well, giving him more kids than any of his other wives. Her life was spent raising them, and doing whatever her husband wanted her to. She also ran the household of the Twins, organizing the women and ensuring they all knew their place, and replacing them when they got ugly and unfuckable. In the strict hierarchy of the Twins, of course, she understood that she was still below even the grimiest stable boy. The men of the castle humiliated and degraded her regularly, but she knew she deserved it.

Her husband, despite having seen 98 namedays, was still as fit as ever, mentally and physically, seeming no closer to **** than he ever had been. She, too, had not seemed to age a day in the years that had passed. Motherhood truly suited her. The only noticeable difference was her larger tits and ass, brought about by her pregnancy.

Catelyn’s thoughts drifted to the raven they had received the other day. Harold Arryn, Lord of the Eyrie and Warden of the East, Petyr Baelish, Lord of Harrenhal and Master of Coin, and their entire retinue, had been crushed by a rockslide while taking the high road to King’s Landing. Dark wings, dark words indeed. Given that Lord Arryn did not have any legitimate issue, his lands and titles had passed to the patriarch of the Arryns of Gulltown.

This left Sansa in a dangerous position. No longer the Lady of the Eyrie, and without the protection of Littlefinger, she was **** now to those who still suspected she had played a role in King Joffrey’s ****. If the Regent, Kevan Lannister, was convinced of her guilt, he might have her tried and executed. Luckily, Walder had intervened before that could happen, claiming his right to authority over Sansa as her stepfather. Catelyn was glad to be able to see her eldest daughter again soon, but she wondered why her husband had done what he did. He claimed he had protected Sansa for her sake, but she suspected he would have other plans for Sansa when she arrived in a moon’s time. Her daughter might end up experiencing a similar fate to her own.

A baby’s lusty cries filled the air. Catelyn was handed her new son by one of the midwives. She smiled down at the squalling babe in her arms. It was not such a bad fate. Not bad at all.