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Chapter seven 𓃦 Winning
The Seven finally granted her something for her silent prayers and pleads. With victory on his shoulders, Theon followed Cregan inside the chambers, a goblet of wine in one hand, the other one still holding Ice, "did you not say something about Criston Cole being unbeatable?"
"The Seven finally granted me a wish," Daenys smile gently, her fingers gently tracing patters on Daella's stomach, just moments after she stopped fussing in her sleep.
Theon snorted as Cregan placed a kiss on top of his wife's head, moving to take Ice from his brother's grip, "your Seven had nothing to do with me beating the famous Criston Cole. Northern bastard won over a Kingsguard."
"Or, you know," Theon continued as he moved to place himself down on one of the armchairs with a thud of his boots, "your sworn protector is getting old."
"He's not my sworn protector, I do not have one," she replied, fingers tracing Daella's belly as she kicked her brother in her sleep.
"You have Cregan," her brother-in-law replied with a grin to his brother as he moved from Ice, flashing a small smile to Robb and moving towards his children, "which, you know, not a sworn protector because he is far too slow for being one."
"I will strangle you in your sleep," Cregan flashed the same grin to Theon as he bends closer to the twins in the crib, "just a heads up."
"Good thing I am to celebrate my win in Flee Bottom," he replied with the same grin, fingers excitedly tapping against his stomach where he had them pressed.
Ignoring his words, Daenys prompted to Cregan, "is my uncle still with the Maesters treating his wounds?"
Her husband shook his head, "not that I know off. They took him to see one but I think he was with your mother already."
She nodded with pursed lips together and looked down at her children, not daring to look at Robb shuffling on his feet, his thumb caught between his teeth, biting off any remaining skin around it until it started to bleed. Cregan – unaware of what happened prior to the tourney – look at his brother with furrowed brows, "are you not supposed to be with Grand Maester? Robb, it's important that you –"
"I told him to not go," Daenys cut his words which made him look at her, brows still furrowed,
"What?"
"Grandsire said that Robb is prohibited from training with Grand Maester," she almost whispered; ashamed, guilty, not daring to look up, her eyes seeking comfort in her children.
Tension risen within the chambers as did silence. Cregan straightened from where he was bending over the crib. Even Theon pulled himself in a straighter sitting position. With furrowed brows, her husband spoke, "since when do you care what your grandsire says?"
