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Rated M for a reason ;)
One. Two. Three. Four.
"Marnie, dear sister, what is going on in that head of yours?"
Five. Six. Seven.
"Marnie, seven hells, keep me company during this god awful ride." I lifted my head to look at my older brother, Robert. The years have not been kind to him, anyone could see that. What was once a clean shaven, muscular warrior was now a bearded, round faced old man. He had already lost interest in me and filled his cup up once again with more wine. I focused outside and began counting the trees that passed once more.
We were on our way to Winterfell to visit Roberts old friend, Lord Eddard Stark. Robert had tried to get his wife and children to join us for the journey, but they refused to go. Using Cersei's exact words, "the north is primitive, Robert, I have no desire to allow my children to spend their time up there." I rolled my eyes just thinking of Robert and Cersei's marriage. She didn't even try to hide her disdain for my brother, even though at this point, he fully deserved it. He spent many nights drinking too much and enjoying the company of many whores.
Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven.
I felt the cold medal of a cup pushed against my cheek.
"Robert!"
"There's my girl. Come, stop counting the trees and drink with me. We have a little while to go until we reach Winterfell and I need someone to enjoy this wine with." I couldn't hold back a smile as I grabbed the cup and took a big swig of the warm wine. The air already had a chill to it and the wine felt wonderful going down my throat.
"Robert, what exactly are we doing while we are in Winterfell?" I swished the wine in circles in my cup.
"It's been ages since I've seen my old friend. I'd like to pay my respects to dear Lyanna and enjoy the company of Ned and his beautiful family." I didn't question his answer and took another gulp of wine before looking back outside.
As soon as I felt our carriage slowing down, I knew we were approaching Winterfell. I slowly sat up, trying to get a good look. The sky was grey and dreary, yet the hills and land that surrounded us was stunning. I grabbed my dark brown hair from behind to place a few strands up front. My hand maiden had kept it down but braided some of the top so it would keep during the ride. My heart was racing. This is the farthest I have been outside of Kings Landing. Robert was sleeping so I took pleasure in kicking his shin to wake him up.
"Seven hells, Marnie!" His eyes were puffy and confused but slowly started recognizing that we were finally here. The carriage had come to a stop and I tried to fix my dress as much as I could while sitting down. Robert did not waste any time exiting the carriage. I could hear my brothers loud voice and laugh while he talked to, I presume, Lord Stark.
"Marnie, dear sister, come meet my old friend and his family." Slowly stepping out, the cold breeze blew against my cheeks, instantly making them rosey. There they were, the infamous Starks that my old brother continually talked about.
"Ned, this is my youngest sister, Marnie, born right before Cersei and I married."
Jon
She was stunning. Absolutely the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Her hair was not as dark as his but had the same wave. Her skin was golden from what I can only assume the sun in Kings Landing, quite the opposite of all of us here Winterfell. She curtsied while her brother introduced her to the line of Starks. I of course, was standing behind and out of view, at least I thought I was. My breathing stopped when her hazel eyes caught mine. She smiled and all I could do was turn away quickly to hide the red in my cheeks.
Father and Lord Baratheon headed to the crypts so he could pay his respects while Catelyn took her by the arm to lead her inside.
"Quite the looker, heh? Complete opposite of what I would assume after seeing Lord Baratheon exit the carriage." I glared at the hand that was on my shoulder. Theon was fathers ward and always with Robb and I.
"Let's finish where we left off." I said ignoring his comment. I grabbed my sword and went to the other side of the courtyard to continue our practice.
Marnie
Closing the door behind me, I rested my head on the hard wood. Those dark eyes. It's all I could see when I closed my eyes. I felt my heart beating faster and a feeling in my stomach that I felt before. I rubbed my arms to get rid of my goosebumps which only caused me to react even more. My lips were parted as I brought my fingers up to them. The knot in my stomach grew larger as my fingers went from my mouth to my neck and then to the top of my breasts. I couldn't stop thinking of that dark curly hair and those intense, almost black, eyes. My hand started going further down but was awaken out of my trance when I felt two hard knocks on the door against my head. My eyes shot open as I tried to regain composure.
"Marnie" It was Robert. Oh god, why couldn't it have been anyone but my older brother. I swear my whole body was flushed when I finally had the nerve to open the door. Robert looked down at me, knowing immediately something was off. Quickly, I tried to change the attention off of me.
"Dear brother, I hope you are not planning on attending the feast tonight looking like that?" His eyes shot daggers but just as quickly he smiled.
"You as well, my little Marnie. Maybe it's time for both of us to enjoy a hot bath." He rustled my hair and started off down the hall. As if my hand maiden had been spying, she came around the corner with a basin of hot water.
"M'lady, I brought you water for your bath." She curtsied and walked past me into my room. I nodded in thanks as she started to undress me. I was left in a robe when she left my room. The water had steam coming off the top, which made it extremely tempting. Slowly, I let my robe slide off my body as I attempted to pin my hair up so it wouldn't get wet. I tested the water with my toe and immediately slid into the comforting water. It was most welcomed, since I have not really adjusted to the cold air here in Winterfell. I grabbed the oils and spread them out onto the cloth. My lips parted as I felt how smooth the cloth glided over my arms and neck. Closing my eyes, his hair and dark eyes immediately popped into my vision. He was looking at me with a smirk on his lips as his tongue quickly darted out to lick them. I felt my breath hitch as the cloth went over my chest to my now hard nipples. Everything felt tight in my body, my breathing felt stalled, I felt like I would burst if I didn't ease the tension.
My hand maiden in Kings Landing had taught me things that ladies would instantly blush at. I have always been curious and didn't feel comfortable with anyone else. Never actually being with a man, I have certainly pleased myself or was pleased from my hand maiden. My hand brushed against my breasts one more time before reaching down in-between my legs. I touched the most sensitive part of my body as I thought about him. Rubbing my bud between my fingers I could feel myself breathing heavier and the knot becoming tighter. I imagined it was his fingers touching me, asking me if this is what I wanted. Increasing my speed, I was coming undone. My legs started shaking as a moan escaped my mouth.
"M'lady, are you ready to get dressed?" My eyes opened in fear, any pleasure I had felt quickly disappeared. Did I moan to loudly? Anyone in the hall certainly could have heard me. My words stuttered as I tried to give her permission to come in.
My hand maiden helped me slip on a thin, fitted red gown. I grabbed my furs to wrap them around my shoulders and pulled out my loose waves from underneath. There was a loud knock at the door, which I assumed would be my brother, so as I opened it, I twirled around to show off my cleaner appearance than before. Except the round face I expected was actually a chiseled young man with auburn wavy curls. He smiled at my shocked reaction and quick courtesy.
"M'lady, I was not expecting such a greeting, but I'm very pleased with the way the southerners greet guests." Robb Stark was standing before, looking extremely handsome.
"I was expecting my brother." I said with while looking down. "Most southerners do not greet Lords like that, but maybe I can start a new tradition." He smiled and reached out his arm.
"King Baratheon had requested that I bring you down to the feast tonight. He's already down in the hall, enjoying the wine." Taking his arm in mine, we started down.
"I did not realize how warm it would be inside these walls. Such a difference from the cold wind outside."
"Yes, we are on top of a natural hot spring which runs through the walls. It makes the nights less cold when you are alone." He smiled down to me with a sparkle in his eyes. I couldn't help but smile back at this handsome stranger. He knew all the right things to say to make a lady blush yet never crossed his boundaries.
I was placed between my brother and the oldest Stark girl, Sansa. She was beautiful and overly eager to become betrothed. I drank wine and ate with the rest, always searching for the pair of dark eyes. My brothers laugh distracted me as a kitchen maid was pulled down onto his lap. The mere thought of the young man's eyes had made my face hot, or maybe it was the amount of wine I have consumed. Either way, I needed air and I needed it quickly. Excusing myself, I walked past my brother and out the closest door. The cold air rushed against my face as soon as I stepped outside and I sighed from relief. I took off my furs and let them fall down to the ground. My hair blew away from my face in the same direction the wind was howling. Closing my eyes, I let myself breathe in the cold, crisp air. Such a difference from Kings Landings which was always stuffy and almost dirty.
"Lady Marnie, I believe you dropped these." I quickly turned around to see those dark, mysterious eyes and the dark unruly curls blowing with the same wind that blew mine. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't speak. He came closer with my furs. I swear he could hear every breath I inhaled. As soon as he was standing right in front of me, he placed the furs around my shoulders. His hand ran down the side of my furs and then came back up to my face, to slowly put my blowing hair behind my ear. "I dreamt I met someone beautiful with hair as wavy as mine. Someone who couldn't be tamed and lived life with every ounce of love she had. Being this close to you, you are so much more than my dream."