Send scouts

You called your Master at Arms to your war room. The map of the Neck was spread out over the table and markers carved to look like wolves and dragons were spread over the North and Riverlands. Unfortunately you are not positive where the loyalists are located.

"I need you to take one hundred men south. I must know the lay of the land for when Lord Stark arrives. If the Targaryans are moving north, I want to know immediately." You say.

"Yes my lord. I would suggest splitting the forces. Send a portion to the Twins to gather intelligence and hold the road. Since Lord Stark will be heading to Riverrun he will likely be crossing there."

"So be it. Send a detachment. Take the rest further south. I will require your return in a two weeks. Do not engage the loyalists. I need information, not casualties."

You watch from the parapet of the Moat as one hundred of your horsemen ride south. You wonder of this was wise to decide your forces. But you really need the intelligence. As the sun set you retired to your quarters. Once of your men, acting as a steward, had started a fire in the fireplace and poured you a glass of wine. You are left to your thoughts. You close your eyes and think of home.

You imagine your wife ,Lady Maergery, in her tight bodice. When you left she had just delivered you a son, a son that you had conceived only last year. At the time you had been invited to Winterfell for a feast. Much wine and mead had been consumed along with a large roast and roast onions and gravy. Your mouth watered at the thought of the food. Maergery ate like a lady, taking small delicate bites. You smiled at her, while she spoke with Lady Dustin.

After the dinner you escorted your wife to your chambers. The wine had given you a lust for your wife. You locked the door, then wrapped your arms around her, forcing your tongue into her open mouth. She wrapped her arms around you and ran her fingers through your hair. You couldn't resist your beautiful wife, you lifted the skirt of her gown, and roughly pulled her small clothes off. She had been used to your lovemaking and had come to enjoy how forceful you were. She knew that although you were forceful, you would never hurt her. You discarded her small clothes, then pulled her gown down over her breasts. You suckled on her nipples while stroking her sex. She untied the flap on your trousers and reached in to stroke you shaft.

Your wife wrapped her legs around your waist as you entered her, holding her up. You started slowly pumping in and out of her, feeling the wetness around your shaft. You picked up the pace pumping faster. She ran her nails down your back as you plunged into her. The wardrobe rattled with the every thrust. You grunted loudly as your wife moaned in your ear.

"Oh my brave Northman! Take me!" Maergery cried in your ear. You slammed your shaft into her quimm one final time before you erupted your seed into her belly. Two weeks later, back in your hold fast, your maester informed you that Lady Maergery was with child. You grinned thinking about the night in Winterfell. You wonder if you should send a gift to Lord Rickard thanking him for providing the proper environment for your wife to conceive a son.

You smile at the thought of your beautiful wife and your infant son, before you drift off to sleep.