Chapter 7: Chapter 7 - Brandon Stark
Leaving the room, Maester looks at the midwife and the child.
'THE CHILD DID NOT CRY' thought maester in a panic.
"Quick, hand me the child." Said maester to midwife in anxiety.
The midwife quickly places the baby in maester's hands, and placing her ears on the newborn's chest she can hear the small heartbeats, opening the child's mouth with her fingers to see if he was choking, she noticed that everything was normal.
"It looks like it's just a quiet child anyway" spoke the Maester.
"Maester Walys, I have to clean him up and take him to the wet nurse" asked the midwife.
"Okay" spoke Maester passing the baby.
As the midwife headed off to clean the baby, the maester headed towards his tower.
'That child has Valyrian hair, I have to be sure before I send a raven to the citadel.' thought the Maester.
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After cleaning little Arthur, Myla the midwife of Winterfell went towards a room that the nursemaid was.
The room had granite walls, was lit with candles, some animal skin rugs were on the floor, the room had a cradle leaning against the left wall, a chair leaning against its side and a chest of clothes in the right corner, the lighting is based on some candles.
'So I was reincarnated in a medieval world, and from what I could hear, my father is a lord, it seems that my request was granted,' I thought.
'Time to start thinking of a roadmap to follow, and what are the pros and cons of each action I take.'
'If I start talking and walking earlier than others, I will attract a lot of attention, however, being ordinary will not betray any benefit to me, it is as I was taught, you should always seek people's attention and and never go invisible in a crowd. Be mysterious, but differentiate yourself from the crowd to be noticed.'
'After that, I will start researching about this world, the past history, it is as Marx told me, it is necessary to know the past to understand the present and modify the future.'
As much as I do not agree with his communist philosophy, it is undeniable that his words make sense, after all, a people who do not know their history are doomed to repeat it.
'I will start my physical training as soon as possible, and I can't forget the runes that Solomon taught me, it will help a lot in my muscle training.
'I think that's enough for now.'
While lost in his thoughts, Arthur felt someone trying to put something in his mouth, when he opened his eyes to see who it was, he was met with the wet nurse positioning the nipple of her breasts in his mouth.
'Shit, that's humiliating, not even to be a hottie'
After a few minutes of breastfeeding, the Nanny placed Arthur in a Cradle of sorts while she sat in a nearby chair holding sewing equipment.
'The question that won't shut up, what do I do with my life now? I think all I have left to do is eat and shit until I can't anymore.'
While I was thinking about how I could get rid of the boredom, the bedroom door opens showing a cute child with gray eyes.
"I want to see my brother!" Pronounced the child.
"Lord Brandon, your brother is sleeping, keep your voice down," spoke the Nanny.
"Joana, will you let me see him?" Brandon asked.
Joana the Milk Nanny, gave a deep sigh, got up from her chair, placed her sewing tools on top of her and went towards the crib.
Taking Arthur on her lap, Joana approached Brandon showing him.
"Look Lord Brandon, this is your brother, Arthur Snow" Joana spoke.
"He is very handsome, but he still looks like a knee, can I pick him up?" asked Brandon.
"He is very sensitive my lord, you have to be careful" warned Joana.
"Then forget it, I am afraid of hurting him, by the way, where is my father and Aunt Jaenara?" Brandon asked.
"Mistress Jaenara came to pass away in childbirth, my lord, your father is saying goodbye at this time." Spoke a voice entering the room.
"WHAT?!!!" Shouted Brandon.
"Keep your voice down my lord, you will wake your brother" spoke Joana as she put Arthur back in the Cradle.
"Where is my father Maester Walys?" Brandon asked.
"He is in his chambers." Answered the Maester.
"Right, I'll go to him" spoke Brandon as he ran towards the rooms if his Father.
"Poor children, just lost their mother recently, and already had another loss, hasn't even had time to get over their grief." Spoken Joanna.
"Yes, Lord Rickard was devastated by the loss of Lady Lyarra, when he found someone to plug the hole she left, this one leaves him too, and on top of that in the same way." Maester Walys spoke.
"By the way Joana, if I may, could you leave me alone with Arthur, I have to examine him" spoke Maester.
"Of course Meinstre, if you will excuse me." Spoke Joana leaving the room.
As I left the room Maester Walys, approached the crib, taking Arthur on her lap, Walys inspected the hair, and opened the baby's eyelids.
When he opened them, Wylas was faced with two different colored eyes, one a violet color and the other a light gray.
"It is definitely Valyrian, I must inform the citadel as soon as possible, and wait what the orders." said the Maester in an almost inaudible tone.
Putting Arthur back in his cradle and leaving the room with quick steps, Wylas didn't even notice that the baby was looking at his back with sharp eyes.
'Definitely he and those Maesters and the Cidadel are up to something, I have to investigate, but only when I can get walk.'
'I have an older brother, following medieval logic, he will probably be the next lord, so this complicates things.' Arthur thought.
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