Summary: Alia is pregnant and about to give birth to the heir to Winterfell.
"Your highness, the Prince and his retinue are making their way to Winterfell," Aura, one of Alia's ladies in waiting, told her.
"Thank you, Aura. Please inform the King as well."
Aura nodded and then curtseyed. "Right away, your highness." Aura left the Great Hall to search for Robb.
Alia tried to stay calm until she heard the thundering of hooves. She ran to the courtyard where her father was riding up. "Papa!" she squealed.
Oberyn dismounted his horse as his youngest daughter threw herself upon him. "Oh, I've missed you, little one."
She lightly hit him on the chest. "Papa, I am not your little one anymore."
"Oh of course not." Oberyn bowed. "Your highness."
Alia giggled, which made Oberyn smile. He'd missed the sound of her laugh.
Ellaria stepped out of the carriage and hugged Alia. "Oh, it's so good to see you. We were afraid we'd miss the delivery." Ellaria put her hand on Alia's stomach. "Your father and I have a bet. I say it will be a boy, but he thinks it will be a girl."
"Since me, the Martell line has only had girls!"
Two others stepped out of the carriage and rushed towards her, throwing their arms around her.
"We've missed you, little Viper!"
"But when father and mother said they were traveling to meet you; we just knew we had to come along!"
Dorea, Loreza, and Alia had been close growing up, since they were the youngest of the Sand Snakes.
Loreza suddenly gasped and grabbed her half-sister's hand. "Is that him? The Wolf King?"
Alia turned to see Robb standing there with his mother and younger brothers. "Yes, come and meet him."
"But won't his direwolf eat us?" Dorea asked.
"Grey Wind? Of course not. He's just a big puppy." Alia led her sisters over to her husband and his family. "Robb, these are two of my sisters Dorea and Loreza."
He nodded respectfully to them. "Welcome to Winterfell, princesses."
Dorea and Loreza giggled like schoolgirls as Oberyn and Ellaria walked up.
Ellaria lightly scolded her daughters.
"Prince Oberyn and Lady Ellaria, welcome back," Catelyn said.
"Thank you for welcoming us to see the birth of my grandchild," Oberyn told her.
"Children are a blessing, aren't they?"
"That they are."
"Well, let's get you settled in before tonight's feast."
Things around Winterfell were calm for the most part. Loreza and Dorea could frequently be found wondering around the grounds or the woods, while Alia tried to spend as much time as she could with her father and his paramour.
Alia felt thankful to have her family with her during this time.
One night during dinner, Alia felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She winced as she reached for her goblet of wine.
"Are you okay, my love?" Robb asked her.
"Yes. The baby is just moving a lot." Alia was fine for a few minutes before she cried out, grabbing her stomach.
"Alia?"
Ellaria rushed to her side. "Nothing to fear, my lord. Perhaps she needs to rest. Come along, little one." Ellaria helped Alia up, but they didn't get very far before another pain sent Alia to her knees.
"Someone fetch the Maester," Oberyn ordered, helping his daughter up.
"The Queen is in labor!" someone yelled.
"Daddy, it hurts," Alia whimpered.
Oberyn kissed the side of her head. "I know, princess. I know it does."
Oberyn and Ellaria calmly helped Alia to her chambers, having gone through this many times before. Ellaria helped Alia onto the bed and made her comfortable.
"I'm scared, mother," she told Ellaria.
Ellaria brushed her hair back. "It will be okay, little one."
Robb stood outside the door, listening to Alia cry out in pain.
Oberyn threw open the door and grabbed Robb by the arm, dragging him to his wife's side.
"What do I do?" Robb asked him.
"You hold her hand, son."
Alia grabbed Robb's hand as she pushed.
"You're doing so well."
Alia glared at Robb. "Shut-up," she snapped, "God, I hate you!"
Oberyn laughed.
Ellaria had said much of the same thing when she gave birth for the last time.
Alia pushed until she got too tired. "I can't do this. What if I die like my mother? I don't want to leave our baby, Robb."
Oberyn sat on the bed and cupped her face in his hands. "Look at me, princess." Her brown eyes met his. "You are nothing like your mother. Yes, you have her coloring, but you have my heart. She was ill when she was pregnant with you, but you are so much stronger. The lords of Dorne said that's why she died. Because you were too strong for her. So don't give up, princess."
The Maester ushered everybody out except Robb to let Alia rest before she tried again.
About an hour later, the bells in Winterfell rang. Signifying the birth of the first prince or princess.
Oberyn and Ellaria were welcomed into Alia's chambers, along with Alia's sisters.
Alia was sitting up in the bed, cradling the new baby to her chest.
"You look well, little one," Ellaria said, pressing her lips to Alia's cheek.
"Well, do you want to hold your grandson?" she asked her father.
"A son? It's a boy?"
Alia nodded and placed the baby in his arms.
"What's his name?" Dorea asked.
"Eddard Oberyn Stark. For both our fathers," Alia told him, "Ned for short, of course."
Oberyn smiled and kissed Alia's head. "You have made me very happy, little one."
"But will he be a wolf or a snake?" Loreza asked.
"He can be whatever he chooses," Alia said.
"The next one will be a girl. I know it," Oberyn said.
And sure enough, two years later Alia gave birth to healthy baby girl named Dianna Ellaria Stark.
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