Brienne only has the vaguest memory of her mother pregnant. She was too young to understand what was happening. Her mother had been small, she supposes. Brienne was at her knee when she died. She can only remember her place on her warm lap thinning, her bed getting smaller until there was no room for Brienne every year. Pregnant every year until she died. One child to show for it.
The thought makes Brienne ill. Her body is transforming into a moving casket. Why would her child live any longer than her brothers and sisters had?
Because you're strong, Brienne.
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In the Name of the Mother
FanfictionThe one where Jaime dies killing Cersei, and Brienne is left with more than the memory of her first love.
