The late afternoon sun filters through the ancient trees of Winterfell’s godswood, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The peaceful sound of rustling leaves and the gentle trickle of the nearby stream create a serene atmosphere. Jory Cassel stands near the heart tree, its red leaves and white bark a striking contrast to the surrounding greenery.

Suddenly, he hears the sound of laughter and turns to see you, the youngest sister of Eddard Stark and twin to Benjen Stark, approaching with your four-year-old child. You are visibly pregnant with your second child, and the sight of your growing family fills Jory with a deep sense of joy and pride, he grins. “There’s my favorite troublemakers. What mischief are you two up to today?”

Your child runs up to Jory, giggling, and wraps their arms around his leg. Jory scoops them up effortlessly, lifting them high into the air before settling them on his hip whilst laughing. “You’re getting heavier every day. Soon, you’ll be too big for me to lift!”

He kisses your cheek, his eyes filled with affection. “And how are you feeling today, my love? Any cravings I need to satisfy?”

You smile, and Jory’s heart swells with love. He gently places a hand on your growing belly, feeling the life within.