You became an orphan, niece to the King, you soon find yourself living in the Red Keep, and surrounded with more vipers than dragons. So he betrothed you to a recently widowed Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.
And you found...
Warnings: Cursing, medieval and asoiaf customs, AGE GAP, Cregan is 12 years OLDER than reader), arranged marriage, breastfeeding and t*tty milk, a little angst, but fluff, mentions of past abuse and non-con, might miss some warnings
+18, MINORS DNI
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You couldn't feed your child.
Your milk never came, you guessed because of the fear, the tension, the pain, the sorrow of thinking you had lost your husband and love of your life
But in the middle of the night, you felt something strange, something wet, and it really felt like a dam had broken, releasing yourself.
Jonaerys cried and you felt how the milk flowed from your breasts, waking you up in the middle of the night.
It was some sort of miracle
You looked at a sleepy Cregan who was just woken up just like you
You felt safe now, you were safe, and your body knew it. You stood up and grabbed Jonaerys, and released your breast.
He clung to you in a second, feeding from you hungrily, you wouldn't have to call the midwife. You almost cried with happiness
"You are feeding him", Cregan whispered, kissing your naked shoulder, holding you by your back for you to relax against him, like he used to do when you just had Rickon
it felt so nice, so familiar, to have Cregan hold you as you fed your son against you, it felt like nothing had happened, oh how you wished that was true... That nothing happened to you, that you didn't have the need to doubt your son's paternity.
But this was the first step to recover from this, having Cregan holding you, with the love and devotion in his eyes that he always had, despite all the things Aemond did to you, his love for you didn't change a bit, and that was your biggest lifeline right now.
You woke up the next morning with Cregan sitting in the bed, holding Jonaerys
He was cuddling him against his neck, as he breathed his son in
"What are you doing?", you asked, amused
"I'm trying to engrave our son's smell in my mind", he whispered, with a little smile, as he looked at you with those icy blues that made you feel so safe, "He has this distinct smell, just like Rickon", he admitted, and you felt your heart jump in your chest, he was so sweet with his babies, he was such a great father
A couple of days had passed, and even though you were enjoying staying here in your home with your husband and child, you felt like a big part was missing
Rickon and Sara
You wanted to see them, you needed to see your son
So after much begging and an uncomfortable check up from the maester, Cregan and you were ready to leave the outskirts from Runestone. You had said goodbye to all the servants and guards that had kept you safe, and were living in your home, keeping it alive, it was very sentimental... But there was only one thing in your mind, and it was seeing your son.
