Wintertown
Dawn
Jon POV:
"There! All done!" I say after finishing my work.
Which was impaling all of the Ironborn bodies on Ice Stakes along the coast of Wintertown, I know this is extremely fucked up, but I need to send a message.
'You try to fuck with my family, you will end up like this.'
'I will need to burn the bodies later; I don't want diseases to spread by it.' I plan to later while making my way back home.
I mount my familiar and run back to Winterfell. As I make my way back, I pass through Wintertown; I see everyone working together, rebuilding houses and cleaning after the attack.
I had spent quite some time healing everyone, cuts, broken bones, and more.
Even healed and helped some women whom the ironborn had hurt.
I use both my strong healing spells and illusion spells to help them.
Healing Hands and Calm, Courage and Harmony in succession
I couldn't save them, but I sure as hell will help them not suffer.
They stop working and start to look at me. They all look at me in awe, thankfulness, and... reverence.
'Okay, let's go home before they start to call me Lisan al Gaib,' I think, before speeding up and arriving at the gates of Winterfell.
The gate quickly opened to me, and as I strode inside, I saw Lady Stark and Robb waiting for me with Ser Rodrik standing guard.
Robb was standing impatiently waiting; he is still carrying the Bound Sword I had given to him.
"JON!" Robb excitedly shouts and runs to me.
I quickly dismount my familiar and hug Robb as he launches himself into me.
"Hey Robb!" I greet my brother; it must look like a really funny image: two seven- and eight-year-olds hugging, one with a magic, ethereal sword in hand while a gigantic, ethereal direwolf stands behind.
"Jon! I heard the guards talking about you; you saved Wintertown and fought the Ironborn; everyone is talking about you!" Robb tells me enthusiastically while Lady Stark and Ser Rodrik
"Jon! You have returned!" Lady Stark suddenly hugs me. Robb and Ser Rodrik look at it in surprise at her hugging me.
'Yep, still weird!' I think while the heavily pregnant woman hugs me tightly, I give her a couple of pats on the back.
Lady Stark finally released me and calmed down.
'I guess the pregnancy hormones must be like fucking train,' I think to myself.
"I have finished putting our warning on the coast; I wouldn't recommend looking; it is a very...disturbing view but necessary," I tell them.
Lady Stark and Ser Rodrik nod at that, although Lady Stark looks a bit green while Ser Rodrik has a cold, determined look on his face.
Never in the story of Winterfell had the Ironborn managed to attack us, and they almost managed to win.
I can say with 100% certainty that the Canon is completely out of the window now.
Which scares the shit out of me because of my father/uncle.
In the original, he and the crown forces crush the Ironborns; now that may not happen.
I have to find a way to go to-
Squench!
My senses stop my thoughts cold. I look from where the sound came; I look to Lady Stark and see a large wet patch on her dress.
Okay...Arya is coming!
No panic!
"CALL LUDWIN NOW!!!" My voice thunders through the courtyard, even shaking the ground.
I move to the side of Lady Stark and start escorting her back inside, Robb quickly joining on her other side and Ser Rodrik on the back, hurriedly accompanying us.
Oh Arya! You are not even here yet and are already causing me stress.
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Lady Stark's Quarters
Jon POV:
"AAARGH!!" Catelym screams as a contraction happens; she also squeezes my hand with all her force.
If I didn't have my Dragonborn physique, I am pretty sure my arm would be paste by now.
"Where the hell is Ludwin!?" I shout out loud while assisting Lady Stark.
Thank The Gods 100 Restoration pretty much makes the magical version of Doctor House.
Well...if House uses magic to heal wounds
"H-He is still occupied with the injured and is coming, milord." A midwife nervously tells me
'Okay.....no panic, I can do this, I hope so.'
"She can't wait anymore, you! Get me a large basin of water and several clean towels!" I order the midwife.
"B-But Milord—"
"Don't you fucking argue with the boy that can conjure flames, women! Now go!!" I shout at the midwife; my voice made the entire room shake.
The midwife gasps but nods and hurriedly goes to get what I ask.
I then turn my attention to Lady Stark; she is completely soaked in sweat, her dress is completely soaked too, and the pelts underneath are mixed with a mix of sweat and blood.
I quickly conjure a small Bound Dagger in my hand and move closer to her.
"Lady Stark We need to remove your dress and change the roupa de cama; just relax, and everything will be fine." I calmly explain to her, and she nods; after all, this isn't her first rodeo.
I use my dagger and quickly make work of the dress, leaving Lady Stark only in her small clothes while the other 2 midwives change the bed.
I readjust her position on the bed and reexamine the situation.
'Medieval world so unsanitary issues are the norm, unwashed and unclean people that probably take baths sporadically, women giving birth on old beds with fur and pelts as a mattress, gods, the most safe thing she could get is an infection... time to be proactive!' I focus my resolve.
Then the midwife comes back carrying several towers with two guards carrying the basil.
'Right on time!' I take the basil off her hands and put it on a nearby table.
I conjure flames on my left hand, a tiny ball of fire floating between my fingers.
'I hope this doesn't burn much,' I hope before plunging my hand on the basil.
Didn't take a second before the water started bubbling and steaming, and thankfully I didn't feel anything, I think.
I guess if you mix half Targaryen with dragonborn, you get immunity to high temperatures.
After a few seconds to get the water as hot as possible, I take my hand off, dismiss the spell, grab as many clean towels as I can, and start to throw them on the basil.
'I need to clean her as much as possible to reduce any infection risk. Some spells can help with the pain and health, but it's still dangerous; she has gone through much stress lately.' I think while taking the towels off the basil and drying them up and putting them on the bed.
I then look at two nearby maids.
"You two! When the towels are less hot, I want you to clean Lady Stark, especially her private parts. Be mindful of the temperature!" I order them.
"Y-Yes, my lord." The older maid immediately croaks out and drags the other maid to the steaming towels.
I turn back to Lady Stark; she looks a bit better but too pale for my taste.
'Time to go all out.' I think, already summoning my magic.
I summon calm and healing hands and cast on her, and immediately I see an improvement; her color and breathing become better.
'Maybe it isn't enough.' I think to myself and hurriedly summon another two spells that I know.
Guardian Circle and Harmony
I don't know if these two can be dual cast, but I don't give a fuck right now.
I wave my hands upward and feel the spell explode out of me with a bright golden-green light.
I see the spells doing their work on everyone inside the room, everyone looking better, more focused, and with a tiny green glow.
I look back at Lady Stark and see her expression better, posture completely relaxed while breathing normally.
"How are you feeling, Lady Stark?" I ask the woman giving birth
The woman gives me a relaxed smile with relief in her eyes.
"It's wonderful, Jon. The pain has subsided, but I still feel the pain." She tells me with a small smile.
"How much time apart is the pain?" I ask her, as contractions aren't a very well-known fact here.
She frowns in thought.
"It comes in and goes in short times," she explains, making me nod.
"Lady Catelyn I need to examine you...down there," I say hesitantly, as it is weird as well.
She nods in permission.
I crouch down and look at her vagina, and I use my hand to measure her dilation.
'10 cm dilated; she can give birth any minute now.' I examine her and stand back up to look at her.
"Lady Stark, you are ready to push; are you ready?" I ask her.
She nods and gathers her strength.
"Okay, Push!" I order
"Hrrmph!!" Catelyn grunted in effort.
"Good! Very good! Take a deep breath and push!" I say
"Uuurgh! Umph!" She takes a deep breath and pushes again.
"Good! You are doing an amazing job, Lady Stark! I can see the head already, another big push!" I instruct her.
"YOU ARE NOT THE ONE PUSHING A BABE OUT!!" Catelyn snaps as she pushes
"Understandable." I agree, as I definitely wouldn't be in her shoes.
I put my hands to assist the baby coming out; poor thing came out wailing her lungs out, all sticky with her umbilical cord sticking out on her belly.
'There isn't any knife.....well' I quickly summon a small Bound Dagger and cut the umbilical cord and use a small ribbon to tie the remaining cord.
"A healthy baby girl!" I say, and I hear Lady Stark release a breath of relief.
I quickly grab a warm, clean towel and clean the newborn; little by little, her cries subside until only a curious, gray-eyed baby is looking at me with her little eyes.
I roll her on on the towel and brings her to Lady Stark, who instantly looks at her baby in love and adoration
I pass her the baby, who instantly starts cooing at her mother, and Lady Catelyn starts to tear up looking down at her.
I, the midwives, and even the guards look at the scene softly.
BLAM!
"S-Sorry, my lady! I came as soon as I heard—" Maester Luwin wide open the door, causing it to hit the wall.
Causing baby Arya to start wailing again.
Making everybody glare at him
"You are late....it's a girl!" I tell him dryly.
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New spells used:
Harmony: An area-range spell that calms and relaxes anyone nearby, making them calm, focus and collected.
Guardian Circle: It creates a golden circle around the caster; any being inside the circle is continuously healed until the duration stops.
End of Chapter
Arya is born!!
I got myself thinking about how magic, especially Skyrim magic, can help with birth, surgery, etc. Then I remembered that there are two spells that literally make people relaxed, calm, and in harmony, and the other makes a circle that heals over time.
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