So I killed. So I maimed. So I destoryed one innocent life after another. Aren’t I a human being? Don’t I yearn and ache and shop? Don’t I deserve love…and jewelry?
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.”
The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.
“You are my wife Cat. I shall let them find us however I please. How you please” He stated, grinning at her, his eyes looking down at her lovingly. His hand placed under her chin and cupped her cheek. He still couldn’t believe he and she had finally been married today, just a few hours ago. He had a wife and he was her husband.
“You are Lady Stark.” He purred as he moved to match her own movement and took a hold of her, a arm placed around her waist as he placed a soft kiss on her forehead, his hips lightly rocking against hers as he teased her as she was teasing him. Two could play at that game. “We could get to the bedding early, surprise everyone and I could eat my dessert before everyone else gets to theirs.” He half joked as his hips moved again and again rocking against her. They were so close to being fully and in every way officially married and he felt like he couldn’t wait any longer. “I want you so much my love.”
“Air it out than” he tried once more before she used logic on him and he grumbled. “Doesn’t have to be a grand show…You’re father will give you away,” Brandon started to explain “and we get married here, in the Godswood, with the heart tree, in the sight of the Gods and than after words are exchanged, much shorter in length than those in the Sept and there is no priest. You are asked if you accept your husband, once you say yes we join hands and kneel before the tree. I remove my cloak after your maiden cloak and place it over you and than carry you off to the feast. That’s where most of the people will be and after the feast is…well” He gave a gesture to Jon and coughed “You know…”
“I know, I know you’re not.” He told her before she spoke of the Seven. “How would you like a small sept, for your Seven Gods. I know you don’t worship the Old Gods, nor do i expect you to follow them as you have your own Gods.” He told her as he had just had the idea and decided upon it. “And one bachelor. Benjen is going to the wall soon and shouldn’t marry. Eddard will be wed off to a noble woman soon, who I don’t know.”
“Get your dress out of the trunks than, we’ll get a banner from one of your fathers men and one of one from my own and we can use those as stand in cloaks.” He told her with ease, quick on the thinking, himself having no idea where his houses cloak was at.
“Not ever wedding needs to be planned and outlined, nor need fancifulness to it. We’re not royals.” He chuckled as he put his large hand over her smaller one and squeezed it. “A few weeks ago I could have been dead. A few weeks later who knows what could happen. I want you now Cat. We’ve waited far too long for this. Far too long. I want you to be my wife, not so that I can just bed you, but because I want to start a life with you.”
Goldnwulf 