A request. I know it was suppose to be for the Tullys, but I hope you don't mind that I did it for the Starks! In case anyone wonders, Brandon's an Umber and Benjen's a Bolton. Also, I made Ned, Stannis, Lyanna, Tyrion, Asha, and Daenery's mother a Martell because I could.

Eddard

It had taken two days and a night, during which she was thought to have died once, to bring Eddard Stark, heir to Winterfell, into the world, but as soon as Lady Marisa Stark, born Princess Marisa Martell, had given birth to her son, she knew it had all been worth it.

Ned grew up, quick and strong, and Marisa adored every minute of it. She had never been prouder of her son however, than the moment she had told him she was pregnant with his little brother or sister. He had placed his hand on her stomach and told her with the most serious voice he could give, "I watch them, Mama."

Stannis

Her second son's birth had been far easier than Ned's, but he was a harder child to raise though Marisa loved her sons equally. Ned stood true to his promise, though Marisa had doubt he would, and protected his little brother fiercely. Stannis was a grumpy child, hard to get him to smile, but Stannis worshipped his big brother and thought he hung the moon, the sun, and all the stars.

Her sons reminded of her of the north and of Dorne, but in different ways. Ned was the wind wafting through the weirwood trees and warm sunlight as you swam in cold waters. Stannis was furious snowstorms and the heat of burning sun as he walked through the heavy sands.

She loved them both so much.

Lyanna

Her first daughter was beautiful. Like her brother's before her, she took after the north and she was even more so. Lyanna was bright, inquisitive, and constantly wanting to learn. Anything and everything, she wanted to know it, absorb it, and take it in. Be it reading and writing, riding and fighting, sewing and singing, Lyanna approached everything determined that she could do it and do it well.

She always did.

And when the letter from King's Landing came, Lord Tywin Lannister's hand asking for Lyanna to come to court to meet Prince Rhaegar and that the King wanted to talk about a betrothal, Marisa smiled.

Lyanna would become the best Queen there had ever been.

Tyrion

Lesser woman might have cried with grief with the midwife put their fourth child and third son in their arms with a pitying look because he was a dwarf, but Marisa had cried when she saw that he was healthy. Healthy and smiling and perhaps a dwarf, but Tyrion was still a Stark of Winterfell and through her, though no one would recognize it except her, a Prince of Dorne like his brothers, like his sister was a princess.

There were no siblings more protective of Tyrion than his own, and the first time Ned had ever been truly punished for something was because he had pushed Tywin Lannister himself down stairs because of his terrible comments about Tyrion.

Marisa appreciated it even better when she find out that Lyanna had been the one to lure him to the steps and Stannis had been the one to distract him so Ned could push him as a surprise.

Asha

Her second daughter was the wildest child Marisa had ever known and Marisa adored her. She was the first of her children to actually look like her too. Each one of her other children had taken something from her, Ned her olive skin, Stannis her curly black hair, Lyanna her slender nose, and Tyrion her brown eyes, but Asha was the one who looked Dornish, the one who looked like she had been born in the heat and the sand.

Marisa could never pick favorites, but she would lying if she wasn't honest that she didn't love her children for different things and one of the things she loved about Asha was how much she was like her.

But later, as she watched her nephew give his cousins advice on different poisons and what's the best for different situations, she thought the gleam in Asha's eyes made it clear Asha was a bit too much like her.

Daenerys

Marisa knew that Dany would be her last child throughout her entire pregnancy and though Rickard laughed it off, she was right. Dany had been born two months after Rickard's death from a sickness that had nearly taken Lyanna too. Sometimes Marisa wondered if it was her fault that Rickard had died too soon before his time, made Ned Lord of Winterfell too soon before his time, because Marisa had spent all day in front of the weirwood tree, praying for Lyanna to survive more than she had prayed for Rickard. She never felt guilty for his death, because as much as she loved Rickard, her children were her life.

Besides, Marisa knew that Rickard would have done the same in her situation.

Dany was born as it seemed spring was coming, and with it, the thunderstorm's. The night she was born, a storm had struck Winterfell so badly that Dany, named after the princess that Marisa had worshipped when she was younger and never thought was the right name for her other daughters, soon became known as Daenerys Stormborn, coined by Tyrion and insured to be called that by Asha. Dany looked like her too, but not as much as Asha and she had Rickard's eyes and Marisa knew as soon as she saw them that it was a sign that was forgiven of any sort of part she might have taken in her husband's death.

Lyanna had laughed when she heard that name, saying that her soon-to-be new family should appreciate it. Marisa had laughed with her, but trailed off when she remembered that though seven of them would be going to Harrenhal, only six of them would be coming back.