#starkxinxwinterfell

The Lady of Starfall and the quiet wolf from Winterfell united their houses in one, from their union  seven children were born:                               @starkxinxwinterfell

Rodrik groaned as the blade hit his backside, quickly turning to his grandfather. “You’re as old as the gods and you still beat me every time,” he couldn’t help but tease him, though even while he did so he knew the respect was evident in his tone.

It had seemed like an easy paycheque to Meryll -- helping to cook and take care of the Stark household while Catelyn was home in the Riverlands caring for her ailing father. But Meryll hadn’t been prepared for Ned Stark’s complete ineptitude in the kitchen. It wouldn’t have been a problem except that he insisted on helping with everything.

The man could burn water. In fact, he had done exactly that, forgetting about the water for the pasta until all the water was boiled away and the bottom of the pot turned black and smoky.

Meryll snatched up a broom and handed it to Ned.

“Here, try and get the bird to fly toward the door!”

Also -Ned on a really nice staycation while his kids all go on a field trip or smth-

Arthur had to admit, when he imagined a man gaining Ashara’s attention, he never would have guessed that it’d be a Northerner. And the Quiet Wolf, at that. He would have thought she’d be more attracted to the man’s far more outspoken older brother, but then, Ashara did love to surprise him. And really, he was glad she was being courted by the younger Stark rather than the elder. He’d heard rumors about how flirtatious the Wild Wolf was, not to mention the fact he was already betrothed, and would really rather not have to beat someone up for his sister’s honor. She’d be irritated at him for doing it and he’d probably get in trouble. So really, Eddard Stark, quiet, polite, and by all accounts, kind, was far preferable.

Still, that hardly meant he’d allow her the freedom to court the man as she wished without first coming to know the man himself. It’s why he made certain to interrupt their little stroll, personally. 

“Ashara! I see you’re hoarding our guest all to yourself.” Arthur tsked, sidling up beside the Northerner, “And walking alone with an unmarried man? What would our dear septa say?” Oh, the glare Ashara was giving him. Priceless. Interrupting whatever she was about to say, he hooked an arm around Eddard’s shoulders, pulling him away from her. “I’m sure my sister has been playing a fine hostess since your arrival, my Lord, but I can’t imagine she’s shown you the training yard yet. Come along.” Leaving the other man no option besides following him, Arthur lead him along, away from Ashara. 

He was a knight and a warrior, well known for his maturity and stoicism despite his young age, but before he was any of that, first and foremost, he was a brother. So, when he glanced over his shoulder to stick his tongue out at Ashara, it wasn’t all too out of character. And oh, if looks could kill he’d have dropped dead on the spot.

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