the stress of war was bound to catch up with you sooner or later. after pressure and mourning, the stress ended up causing you to go into an early labor. the pain was excruciating, having you panting and pacing around your chambers in Castle Black to try and ease the agony.

“gods, woman, just sit down.” Sandor pleaded, worried but not knowing how to show that. he felt completely powerless, watching as blood streamed down your legs, leaving bloody footprints wherever you walked.