Feeding Time

Your stomach lets out a low rumble, and you very suddenly realize how hungry you are. That is not at all surprising when you think about it. According to what the ladies have told you, the only sustenance you've had for the last five days is water, honey, and... "milk." You avoid looking over at Lady Catelyn when that last one comes to mind.

"A bit of lunch would be lovely," you announce.

Margaery nods her head to acknowledge, and she tells her handmaids and the knight "Mira, Sera, Brienne, go see what the cooks are serving for lunch today, and bring back enough for six people."

"Aye, Your Grace," Mira Forrester, Sera Durwell, and Brienne Tarth tell their mistress, bowing slightly.

As the two girls leave to fetch the midday meal, Margaery guides you back over to your bed, and she helps you lie back down. She has you sit up against your pillows, and she asks "Comfortable?"

"Very," you answer her, flashing a grin. Indeed, the soft bed and soft pillows combined with the soft thickness of your diapers is quite comfortable to say the least.

Mira, Sera, and Brienne return about ten minutes later. Lady Brienne is effortlessly carrying a small cauldron of stew. Mira and Sera have a loaf of bread, a platter of fruit, a jug of water, and enough bowls, spoons, tankards, and napkins for six. The three of them set everything down on the table, and Lady Catelyn proceeds to distribute portions.

Although you feel well enough to feed yourself, the ladies insist that they feed you instead. This time, the duty falls to Mira and Sera.

After both of them receive their portions of food and water, they each move one of the chairs to either side of your bed. Then they place your napkin on your chest like a bib, and they begin to feed both themselves and you.

Lady Catelyn and Queen Margaery sit in the remaining two chairs at the table, where they eat. Lady Brienne is also at the table, and she manages to eat while standing. While they have their lunch, all three of them closely observe you and the handmaids.

Mira and Sera take turns feeding you stew, bread, fruit, and water. Each time one of them feeds you, the other has a bit of her own lunch, and then they switch roles. This becomes a quite effective pattern. Every now and then, they stop to wipe around your mouth, which has gotten dirty somehow.

Before long, the food is all gone, and you feel very satisfied and full. You tell the handmaids "Thank you for lunch."

"It is no trouble, ser," Sera tells you.

"Quite so," Mira agrees, "We'd be happy to feed you anytime."

As you take a minute to savor the aftertaste of that wonderful meal, Margaery asks you "Would you like something other than water to wash it down with, Brynden?"

You are a little confused. "Such as what?" They had brought nothing else to drink.

The queen just smirks, turns to the oldest woman there, and mutters slyly "Lady Catelyn?"

In response, the Lady of Winterfell turns towards you, grins suggestively, and makes a subtle gesture towards her cleavage. You understand immediately.

What now?