You were an unlikely trio, linked not by political alliances, but by the impetuous heat of youth and the oaths whispered in the shadows. Robert covered you with loud caresses and laughter, Eddard, always more restrained, sought you out with touches that spoke of silent promises. And you... you belonged to both of them, by pure trickery of the old and new gods.

They wanted you - and you wanted them too - like someone playing with a flame, without imagining that it could set the world on fire.

But every fire, sooner or later, leaves its mark.

Now, hidden away in the discreet ladies' quarters, far from the watchful eyes of the court, you gazed in silence at the piece of linen that carried the answer. Using the ancient knowledge of the midwives - mixing your water with sacred herbs - you observed the result with a heavy heart: you were pregnant.

The revelation fell on you like thunder in a clear sky. Two worries haunted you: The astonishment of bearing a life in your womb - you, who had never dreamed of motherhood - and the most cruel and silent fear...

Whose blood - Robert, the indomitable, or Eddard, the silent wolf - would now grow inside you?