During the War of the Five Kings, Robb Stark had had greater success in warfare than any of the other contenders for power. He had managed to defeat every enemy he encountered on the field of battle
However, his perfect record of wins had come at a cost. During the battle of Lannisport, he had suffered a sword slash to his midsection, which caused him to be bedridden for a time.
His wound was not fatal, however as a result, it had rendered him incapable of controlling his lower bodily functions at least temporarily.
Fortunately, there were only three individuals who were aware of his infirmity. One was his mother, Lady Catelyn Stark, and she had elected to entrust handling her eldest child's condition to two of the camper healers, Lady Jeyne Westerling and Talisa Maegyr, both of whom had suggested the same solution: padding for the Northern king.
At this time, near the end of the day, the Westerlady and the Volantene noble were working together to clean up the Young Wolf, before powdering him and pinning him up into a nice pair of cloth diapers.
"There we are, my dear king," said Jeyne, patting the front of Robb's diaper. "All nice and snug."
"Yes, and the dear wolf king looks just precious in his nappies," Talisa cooed in a motherly fashion.
Robb blushed at their playful teasing. He had still not gotten used to it or his new undergarments, though he appreciated them taking such good care of him. "Thank you both for this," he said, sitting up a bit.
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