Chapter 9: The Baby— Part 1
It was afternoon and I was in my room kneeling down and watching frost waddle around slowly, I would occasionally place obstacles in front of her as a game and she would move around them while making cute chirp noises. Either her wings had not been healed or she was not yet old enough but she hasn't been able to fly yet.
From time to time she would fall and I would gently stand her back up and she would go right back into the game. I didn't know her exact diet yet but I have been feeding her strips of meat leaving a small water bowl beside her, and she hasn't complained yet.
'I should borrow a book from Library about birds,' I thought.
Right after the morning lesson with Maester Luwin had been completed, Robb had run straight toward Catelyn's room to see if we could be allowed in yet. It's been two days since Catelyn gave birth, but Robb and I have not been allowed to see the baby yet, Robb has been throwing tantrums about that around the clock, so instead of going along with I came back to room play with Frost.
The reason we had not been allowed in yet was that a light snow had fallen the day after our hunt and considering that Catelyn had a fever just before the birth, Maester Luwin didn't want to take any risk or at least that's what the maids were gossiping about in the kitchen.
Suddenly the door of my room was slammed open and I looked up while Frost fell from surprise. Robb came inside looking as if he had been running a marathon, his face red like his hair from exertion.
"Father says we can see the baby," he said while huffing and puffing.
I immediately stood up and gently took Frost in my hands and put him in a box on the desk, while making sure that there wasn't a risk of her falling.
"Stop playing with your bird and hurry up!"
"She's not a bird, she is an eagle Stupid," I said while placing a blanket around the box before rushing toward the door, "And her name is Frost," I said while hitting him lightly on the head and closing the door behind me.
"Whatever," Robb said while rubbing his head, before turning around, "Now, let's go,"
We both ran down the stairs and cut straight through the courtyard without heeding any passersby, Robb almost knocked down a maid who was carrying laundry, but other than that we made record time toward the room where the baby and Catelyn were staying.
We reached outside the room and found Lord stark standing outside and waiting for us. Robb made to go running straight toward the door but Eddard caught him by his scruff and dangled him in the air.
"I am going to see the baby," Robb said while wiggling like a worm.
"Stop and listen to me first," Eddard said while placing Robb down beside me.
"But you said we can see the baby," Robb said accusingly at his father.
"You can, but you have to follow some rules," Eddard said while looking at us sternly, "You will not talk loudly inside, you will not disturb Catelyn's rest, and you will be very careful with the baby as she is very fragile so there will be no pranks. Do you understand,"
"Yes, Father," We both said simultaneously while nodding our heads like chickens.
Lord stark looked at us for a moment before turning around and opening the door and ushering us inside the room. This room was one of the warmest in Winterfell and along with the burning fireplace, it was like summer inside, and the air was a bit stale with the smell of sweat and fresh clothes lingering around.
Lady Catelyn was sleeping on the bed under a pile of blankets, while a crib was placed just within reach of the bed. Robb and I ran straight toward the crib while Catelyn opened her eyes blearily hearing some sounds.
"What is he doing here," Catelyn said when she saw me with Robb.
"He is my brother, so he will stay," Robb said while glaring at his mother before turning back to the baby.
I rolled my eyes and ignored her, instead looking toward the small thing wrapped in bundles laying inside the crib. Over the years, Catelyn had tried to be mean toward me to make me stay away from Robb and scare me away, but most of the things she said goes inside one ear and out the other. While a normal child would be distraught and shy away from her, to my adult soul she was just a bratty 17-year-old teenager who was throwing a tantrum.
"She is so pretty," Robb said while looking inside the crib with wide eyes.
"Yeah and she looks like you, Robb. You both have the same hair," I said while watching the baby yawn with fascination.
"He is my son, Catelyn," Eddard said in a low voice while sitting on the bed beside Catelyn and taking her hand.
"Well he is not my son," Catelyn snapped toward Eddard while snatching her hand away. I turned around while holding onto Robb's shoulder when it looked like Robb would shout at his mother.
"You have to understand one thing Lady Stark, that while you may not be my mother," I said while looking into Catelyn's eyes resolutely and pointing toward the baby, "She is my sister and she is part of the pack now, and while you may not know what that means. Know this 'When the snows fall and the white wind blows, the lone wolf dies..."
"...While the pack survives," Eddard and Robb completed my sentence, hence proving my point.
Catelyn looked toward all three of us in succession before she fell back on the bed with a pout after seeing a losing battle.
"Look she opened her, Jon," Robb said excitedly and I immediately ran to join him back beside the crib.
"What is her name, Father," I asked.
"Her name is Sansa," Eddard said while running his hand along Catelyn's hair as a way of apologizing.
We stayed for about half an hour while making faces at the curious toddler who was looking around in fascination. At some point, she suddenly started crying and Lord Stark immediately ushered us out of there while saying that the baby needs to eat.
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