The host from Riverrun would be leaving before the week was out, and she’d be staying behind. She was the Lady of Winterfell- Brandon’s wife after so long. “I know my uncle well enough to be certain he’s threatened you within an inch of your life if you displease me. He’s offered to stay and make sure you behave yourself.” Brynden for one had said as much to her before the ceremony. After all this time he was still none too happy with both of his nieces being so far away. “Father’s probably said something just as bad.”
“Not yet, not really.” Even northerners had to insist on a bedding. It wouldn’t be a real marriage until then. “You’ve barely kissed me.” Truth be told they’d gotten up to more onver the past three weeks than they had since ceremony a few hours before. No one had left them alone there’d been too many congratulations and comments about what was to come.
“That’s how I want to be found by your bannermen, bloody sheets and half stripped.” she scoffed. To be fair she’d be more than half stripped by those same bannermen in a few hours time for the proper bedding. As right as this all felt, as much as she wanted to take him up to bed the the prospect of a bedding petrified her.
“Oh has he?” Brandon asked chuckling at the thought of Brynden staying longer in Winterfell. “He’ll find himself utterly bored.” Brandon commented before the talk turned to the wedding ceremony. “Should I kiss you?” He asked before leaning down to place a chaste kiss on her cheek and than another on her lips, a little less chaste and more passionate. “How many more shall I give you until My Lady Stark is content?” Brandon looked at Cat with a smirk on his face as he pulled away. “Is it? I don’t suppose your Uncle or Father would like that very much. “ His nose wrinkled up just a bit as he spoke. He himself wasn’t worried about the bedding, having bedded a few woman before Cat but he had known how maidens had worried about their first time and he placed two hands on her shoulders. Rubbing them just enough to reassure her. “You’ll be okay. I won’t hurt you. Least, I’ll try my best to make it….pleasurable.”
Goldnwulf 