Vitoria Martell had one goal in her life: gain revenge for the murder of her aunt and cousins.
𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚢𝚗. 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚗. 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚔. Those were the names on her list (in no particular order) and that's why she sees the com...
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"Oh," Vitoria gasped, clutching her stomach. She opened and closed her mouth for a moment trying to wrap her head around the fact that this was actually happening; the cramps had surprised her as she held onto the swell of her stomach, her other hand clutching the reins tightly.
Rickon looked up as their horse stopped on its tracks, he tilted his head curious as to why she had made it. He shifted his body until he could look at his good-sister.
"Vi?" Rickon asked curiously, he was counting down the days until the baby was born and he did hope that they would see Robb before that happened. He remembered when Artos was born, he had been very scared when he heard Vitoria screaming and for that reason, he had not been able to forget it. No, the baby would have to wait a bit more before coming. They definitely needed Robb for that. They had been on the road for weeks now and Rickon had done his best to be brave like his brother would want him to be; he missed his siblings and his mother.
There was no sign of Bran joining them and Rickon had no idea what had happened to him after they had left Winterfell; Maester Luwin had promised to help him escape and he hoped that it had worked.
"Baby is just kicking very hard," Vitoria said reassuring the four-year-old, he didn't need to know that she thought she was actually going into labour at that moment. The last thing that Vitoria wanted was to scar him for life, she couldn't imagine how much longer they had to travel and her pains weren't regular enough to cause them any real worry, in any case.
"We need to keep moving," Emmett insisted wanting to keep moving, he was sure that they could travel a bit longer before they needed to set up camp for the night.
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Nearly two days had passed since a serving maid had burst into his chambers and told him his wife's childbirth pains had begun, but he still did not know if he had another daughter or a son. Robb was shocked Vitoria's labor was so hard, for her pregnancy had been relatively easy. Whenever Robb was in their rooms he could feel the tension. Everyone was thinking what no one would say: Vitoria might die in labor. No one had told him that there was a chance he would have to chose between Vitoria's life and their child's, but he knew that if Vitoria didn't deliver in the next few hours it was very likely. He didn't know how to choose. How did one decide whether to save your child or the woman you love?
Robb's doors burst open and a breathless messenger appeared. "Princess Vitoria..."
Robb stood at the boy's words. What was wrong with Vitoria? Robb stormed past the boy and ran to Vitoria's chambers, ignoring the curious looks of the visiting bannermen and servants he passed. Robb's mind suggested everything that could have happened to Vitoria.
Vitoria could have given birth to a stillborn. Vitoria could be sick. The baby could be ill or dying.
Countess possibilities swarmed his head, but one was so bad he felt physical pain. Vitoria could be dying or already dead. Robb made the decision then, that he would choose Vitoria. He would save Vitoria.
