Here is this chapter. There is a lemon at the end hopefully it's not too bad but it's my first time writing one. I will be delving into canon soon within the next few chapters. I wanted to establish my characters and their relationships before I began writing canon. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
I was woken the next morning to bodies jumping onto my bed. I opened my eyes to see my cousins, Arya and Trystane on my bed while Sansa, Lady Catelyn, Aunt Ellaria and Nicola stood beside the bed. The latter holding a tray of food for me to eat.
"Good morning all," I said sitting upright and moving to tickle both Trystane and Arya who did not move quick enough to avoid being tickled. My cousins joined in and son we were a laughing mess on my bed.
"Morning Elianna," Ellaria said. Both her and Lady Catelyn were already dressed for the wedding.
"Morning Eli," My cousins, Trystane, Arya and Sansa said.
"Very well you have said your good mornings now go get dressed and eat and when you are finished you may come back," Lady Catelyn said shooing them out of the room. Sansa, the last to leave, closed my door behind her. Nicola placed the tray on the vanity, got my robe from the partition, and handed it to me. I put it on and got out of bed tying it around my waist.
"Eat and Nicola will draw you a bath while Ellaria and I arrange the dress and bride cloak and decide on jewelry for you to wear," Lady Catelyn said. I ate the food on the tray and could not believe that I was to be a married woman before sun down tonight. The thought made me giddy and I continued to eat while watching the two women fuss over jewelry for my wedding day.
Nicola returned with Agron both holding buckets of water. They quickly filled the tub and I got in soon after Nicola placed the two cloths I would need by the tub. I was reminded of how this was the last time I would be bathing in this room. I had packed my trunks last night, which would be moved into Robb's room while the ceremony was taking place. I wonder what he was thinking of right now. Was he thinking of me? Was he nervous or excited?
The males of House Stark watched in amusement as Robb was walking around trying to get ready nerves having consumed him within seconds of waking that morning. Theon was making suggestive comments. Jon was conversing with Bran and Rickon while Lord Eddard was watching his son pace.
"Can you all give us a second of peace and wait outside for a moment," Lord Stark asked the others.
"We will give you a few moments," Jon replied ushering the others out of the room leaving a father and son alone.
"What has you nervous son," Lord Stark asked. His son continued pacing before stopping to stand by the window in his chambers looking out towards the godswood.
"Everything, whether or not she will arrive, will we stay as happy as we are with each other right now," Robb replied his eyes still focused on the godswood where just yesterday he had shared the most amazing kiss with her and where they both admitted to falling in love with the other. He found himself smiling thinking of the memory. Ned Stark saw his son smile and was happy for Robb.
"Everything will be alright. What does your gut tell you," He asked his son, Robb turned to look at his father.
"To calm down and stop worrying," Robb replied still having a worried look on his face. A look of slight fear and worry lines were on his son's face.
"What else has you worried," Ned Stark asked knowing there was a deeper reason than the ones he previously gave.
"What if I am a bad husband and fail her," Robb replied. Ned chuckled and placed a hand on his son's shoulder.
"Most men have that feeling before they marry. It means you care for the woman about to be your bride. I felt the same way about your mother and my father did before him. She did not have to say yes to the betrothal from what Oberyn said she chose to marry you despite her sister offering instead. She has stayed here in Winterfell when Oberyn with just one word would allow her to run away. There has not been a time when I have seen you two around each other and smiles are not on your faces. If you care for her and behave honorably by her you will not fail," Ned told his son. The worry and fear on Robb's face slowly melted away replaced by confidence and a smile.
"Send them in. I better let Theon get a few more jokes in before the ceremony. I do not need him making those jokes during the feast tonight," Robb told his father. Ned just laughed and opened the door letting the other males in. Ned once again watched as his first-born interacted with his ward and younger siblings the nervousness that had been there earlier gone. He was happy seeing his son excited about his wedding and knew he was gaining a wonderful daughter-in-law if after only knowing each other for a few days she put that bright smile on Robb's face. The good humor lasted for a few more hours before a knock sounded on the door. Robb went to open it to see Oberyn standing on the other side a piece of parchment with the wax seal of House Martell in his hand.
"My brother wanted me to give you this before the ceremony," Oberyn said to Robb holding out the parchment.
"Thank your highness," Robb replied. Oberyn inclined his head and left making his way towards Elianna's room. Robb closed the door and took the knife his father held out to him and opening the letter.
Robb,
Today you will be marrying my daughter, my little princess. I never thought I would part from her so soon nor so far away. When I was thinking of aligning my house with another, House Stark was the one I felt most comfortable aligning with in marriage. Word of the noble nature of the Starks is well known throughout Westeros and I knew no matter which of my daughters decided to go North, I knew they would be protected if not cared for by your family.
Elianna, my little princess, accepted this betrothal for two reasons. One was for her house and the other for her sister's freedom to continue to live, as she had been accustomed to her entire life. Despite, these reasons, from what my brother has told me in his ravens, you make her happy. Knowing his daughter is happy is the only comfort a father has when giving her to another man.
Through my brother, I am doing that today. My little princess will no longer be just mine. From the minute, she says the vows she will also be yours. For the first time in my life, I will have to share her. She is selfless and kind yet strong and fierce. I have no doubt, that she will stand by you and be the best wife she can be for you. Life with her will never be boring, as she will surprise you in good ways throughout your life as she has done in mine.
By making her your wife, she is not only joining your house but you are in many ways joining mine. You will have support and guidance from my house should you need it. Men to fight should you ask for them and another family to care for you should you want them to. Just promise me one thing: love and protect her always. Welcome to my family son we are always here.
Doran Martell, Prince of Dorne
"What is it," Theon asked. Robb smiled and gave the letter to his father who began reading it silently.
"Just some nice words from my good-father," Robb replied smiling. Prince Doran's letter had given him the last bit of confidence he needed to not waste another emotion this day on nerves. Robb looked over to his father and saw a pleased look on his face. Robb Stark looked once more in the mirror. He was ready.
"You look perfect," Obara said as Sansa nodded in agreement. I looked at myself in the mirror surprised at how elegant and princess-like I looked. My hair was in in an elegant braided bun no one could decide on a necklace so my neck was bare. My white dress with elegant grey stitching, symbolizing the house I was to marry into, was without wrinkles.
"Do I look ready," I asked everyone.
"Not quite yet," I heard my Uncle Oberyn say. He stood in the doorway to my chambers with a small leather pouch in one hand.
"Father does she not look beautiful," Tyene asked her father.
"She does but she is missing something," Oberyn said coming closer to Elianna and opening the pouch. He took out a silver necklace the chain looking like a vine with tiny leaves with small flower every so often and a single solitary diamond, that was not too small or too bui, hung in the middle.
"It is beautiful," I told him. He went behind my back and clasped the necklace.
"It was your Aunt Elia's before she died. Women who married the heir or eldest male of our family were given the necklace as our mother had given it to Elia. Elia, who despite her love for Rhaegar, chose not to wear the necklace on her wedding day. Instead, she made us promise to give the necklace to you her namesake on your wedding day the day you were born," Oberyn said. I brought my fingers to touch the necklace that belonged to a woman I did not remember, who had loved until the very end. I kept the tears at bay but looked around and saw Sansa crying with Obara at the story behind the necklace. I turned back to look at myself smiling.
"Now I am ready," I told them.
"Yes you are dear heart," Ellaria said placing a kiss on my cheek. My cousins and soon to be sisters gave me hugs.
"Welcome to the family," Lady Catelyn said giving me a hug then a kiss on the forehead. Trystane stood by our uncle. He looked sad.
"Trystane would you care to clasp my bride cloak to my shoulders," I asked him. He beamed back at me and nodded vigorously. I stood in front of the vanity stool my back to Trystane who climbed on top of the stool so he could reach my shoulders easily. In the mirror, I saw Ellaria give the cloak to my uncle who then gave it to Trystane. He clasped it on my shoulders and got off the stool to give me a hug.
"We need to start to the godswood. It is time," Lady Catelyn said, "the men and other lords are already there." We left the room my uncle and I were the last to leave, and we left with a wave to Nicola who would move my trunks into Robb's chambers. He took my arm in his and soon we were in the carriage that would take us to the godswood. The others had left in the two carriages that had been waiting for them.
"There is still time to run," Oberyn said a mischievous smile on his face.
"No, this is where I want to be," I replied he told the carriage driver telling him that we were ready. It did not take us long to reach the godswood and when we did my uncle climbed out first. He opened my door and held out his hand to help me exit the carriage. Sansa and Arya were waiting to help me straighten out the cloak and dress before quickly taking their seats. The guests stood as they arrived at their seats and my Uncle smiled at me before we started down the aisle towards Robb.
"Here we go, little one," He whispered to me as passed the first row of guests.
I could not look anywhere but at him. He was so handsome and his eyes were focused on me the entire walk. Any doubts or fears I held melted away like snow in heat as he looked at me. I knew that I was never meant to be anywhere else but here in this moment walking towards this man. When we arrived to Robb we smiled at each other.
"Who brings this woman to be married to this man," The Septon asked.
"Prince Oberyn Martell of Dorne brings this woman," My uncle said removing my bride cloak.
"Please cloak the bride and bring her under your protection," The Septon instructed Robb. He removed the cloak from his shoulders and placed it around mine. His hands lingered on my shoulders for a few seconds after before coming once more to stand by my side. He held out his left arm and I placed my right hand over his left. The Septon came and placed and entwined a white ribbon over mine and Robb's hands.
"In the sight of the Seven I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity," The Septon said. Robb turned his head towards me and we smiled at each other trying to convey our happiness to one another.
"Turn to each other and say the words," The Septon said.
"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, I am hers and she is mine from this day till the end of my days," Robb said.
"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, I am his and he is mine from this day till the end of my days," I said our words at the same time finishing together.
"In the sight of the seven I proclaim these two souls husband and wife. You may kiss your bride," The Septon said. Robb, wasting no time, placed his lips upon mine in a searing and soulful kiss similar to the one we shared in this same spot yesterday. Cheers rang out from all the guests. He placed his hands on my waist as I wrapped mine around his neck bringing us even closer together. The kiss lasted a little longer than appropriate but when we pulled away and saw the smile we shared we had no care for what was proper.
"My Husband," I whispered to him. Robb grinned.
"My Wife," Robb replied placing a chaste kiss on my lips before turning us to the crowd raising our joined hands in the air. Another cheer even louder than before rang out amongst the guests. Robb led me back down the aisle and to the waiting carriage. Once we were safely inside our lips found each other once more in a loving dance. Never separating for more than a quick breath until more air became necessary and even then, Robb kept me tucked into his side.
"We are married," I told him looking up at him in complete happiness.
"Yes we are. I was nervous about you coming at all this morning," Robb told me.
"You looked confident when I arrived and if it makes you feel better I was nervous as well," I said to him.
"My father and yours calmed me down," Robb replied. I removed myself from his arms staring right into his eyes. They only held truth but how had my father calmed him. He was in Dorne and we were in Winterfell.
"How," I asked him.
"He sent a raven to your uncle containing a letter for me to read before the ceremony," Robb replied.
"What did it say," I asked.
"He was kind and expressed his love for you and his desire for me to make you happy. He also welcomed me into your family," Robb replied.
"I would love for one day you and my father met," I told him leaning my head on his shoulder.
"One day we will travel to Dorne and I will meet your father. We will swim in the pools at the Water Gardens and ride our horses across the sands," Robb said promising me.
"One day," I repeated kissing him on the lips, pulling away before it got too passionate knowing we were so close to Winterfell. When we arrived Robb and I were taken to a room next to the feasting hall where our wedding feast would take place. Our families joined us there as the other guests entered the hall. Soon we were entering the hall, leading our families inside. We were led to the chairs in the middle of the high table on the raised dais where Lord Stark and my uncle had sat on our first night here. Robb pulled out my chair for me and waited for me to sit before sitting himself. Our families were soon seated beside us. Servants came around pouring wine into cups. My Uncle Oberyn stood commanding the attention of the entire room.
"Today was a special day. For today we all witnessed the marriage of my niece Princess Elianna of Dorne to Lord Robb Stark of Winterfell. My brother wanted to thank not only the Starks but also the North for the hospitality and kindness they have shown our family since our arrival. I stand by what I said at the first feast we had upon our arrival. If Dorne was to align with anyone through marriage there is no house more noble or honorable than House Stark. The Starks not only gained a treasured daughter now wife but we Martells gained an honorable son and nephew. May the gods old and of the Seven care and keep you both. To Robb and Elianna," My uncle said taking a sip from his cup everyone in the hall following suit. Lord Stark stood next.
"My thanks for your kind words Prince Oberyn. My family welcomes your niece Elianna with great happiness. I just wish to say that like House Martell I am proud to welcome Elianna into my family and wish her and Robb every happiness in the world. May your lives and your marriage be long and happy," Lord Stark raising his glass before taking a sip. Food and more wine was served as the lords came to the high table to congratulate us before they became too drunk to remember what they were even here for.
"Are you happy," Robb asked looking towards me.
"Incandescently happy and you," I asked feeding him a blackberry from my plate. He ate it before taking my hand, placing a kiss upon it and smiling at me.
"I am," Robb replied. We held hands as we finished our food watching in amusement and talking with our families and any lord who came to the table to speak to us. Music began to play as Robb stood up and offered me his hand.
"Would my wife like to dance," Robb asked.
"Yes she would husband," I replied taking his hand as he led me to the dance floor. We were joined by others and a lively northern tune began to play. We danced not caring about anyone else and by the time the song ended his mother wanted to dance and his father asked me. I had danced with my uncle, Trystane, Jon, Theon, Bran, Lord Umber and Robb's Uncle Edmure and I was wanting to stop but my eyes found Rickon who was looking sad. I made my way over to him kneeling in front of him so we were eye to eye.
"Rickon what is wrong," I asked him.
"Everyone but me has been asked to dance with someone," He replied.
"Would you like to dance with me, I have been saving the last dance for you," I told him. He smiled took my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor. He did not know many of the steps but we made our own not caring what anyone else thought. When the song was finished, he gave me a big hug before running over to his mother who smiled at me and mouthed the words thank you. I returned to my seat besides Robb who was looking at me with complete adoration.
"I was wondering when you would return to me," Robb said a joking tone in his voice.
"I will always return to you," I replied placing a chaste kiss on his lips. He leaned in placing his lips by my ear.
"Do you wish to retire," Robb asked me. I nodded.
"Yes, especially before any of the lords get drunk to suggest a bedding ceremony. I fear for their safety with my Uncle around," I whispered in response. Robb chuckled before we both stood together.
"My wife and I thank you all for being here to help us celebrate our marriage. We leave you to drink and feast to your heart's content," Robb said as cheers rang out. Some lewd comments were made but Robb and I ignored them as we left the hall. Instead of turning left as I normally would to go to my chambers we were turning to the right. The walk was spent in silence even as Robb opened the door to his chambers and led us inside. I went over to the vanity and unclasped the necklace placing it carefully on the wood surface. I looked to Robb who was staring at me as I started to remove the pins from my hair letting it fall from its once elegant braided bun to curls falling down to the middle of my back.
"Robb would you mind untying the dress," I asked moving my hair to the side. He took a second before I heard him walk towards me. I felt his lips on my neck and a shiver ran through me before his fingers began untying the dress. With each lace he pulled he let his fingers linger on the skin that was exposed and even when my slip started to be seen I felt his hot fingers through the fabric. Once the dress was in a pool at my feet I stepped out of it and turned towards Robb who was looking at me with desire in his eyes. Without speaking, I brought my hands to string on his doublet. Before I could start undoing them Robb took my hands in his.
"We do not have to consummate the marriage until you are ready," Robb whispered his voice heavy with passion. In that moment, I knew I loved him. He cared about me enough to forgo what most men looked forward to in a wedding for my comfort. It did not matter that he was aching to consummate the marriage; he cared about me enough to not move forward unless I was ready.
"I love you Robb. I never want another man to touch or kiss me but you," I told him. His eyes shone in love and lust as he stared at me.
"I love you Elianna," Robb declared as our lips met in a frenzy our tongues tangling while my fingers worked to remove Robb of his doublet and shirt. He placed his hands upon my waist as our kiss turned from frenzied to scorching passion. Once I got him free of his doublet, he pulled his shirt quickly over his head and threw it to the ground. Our eyes met in a haze of love our breathing labored with our desire for each other. Our lips connected once more I placed my hands in his curls wanting him closer to me. He worked to pull my slip down our lips separated for a second as he got it off my shoulders and he pushed it down until it feel to the floor.
He wrapped his arms around my now bare waist pulling us closer together our bare chests meeting for the first time. I felt the hard planes of his chest against my skin and that little ball of desire that was pulsing in my core erupted into a blazing inferno that radiated from my head to me toes. I needed this just as much as he did. His fingers wound themselves in my hair and I wrapped my arms around his neck wanting him closer. I needed him to be touching me everywhere. Robb walked us to the bed our lips and bodies never separating until we fell onto the bed a tangle of limbs. We smiled at each other before moving into the middle of the bed resuming our kiss as he positioned himself over me. His lips left mine and I whimpered in protest but as his lips trailed my neck, kissing and sucking, I could not care less.
"Robb please," I pleaded tangling my hands in his hair. I felt him smile into my neck as his hand trailed the side of my body skimming my breast, over my hip before coming to rest at the entrance to my sex. He stopped kissing me and our eyes connected. For a moment, I thought he was going to stop but I threw my head back in pleasure as his thumb began to circle the nub at the top of my sex. Robb connected our lips once more and his thumb circled faster and faster.
"Oh god Robb," I cried out as I felt myself loose myself in the pleasure my husband gave me. His hand left my sex and stayed on my hip.
"Are you sure," Robb asked his voice laced with need. I could feel his own desire ready to burst from his breeches.
"Yes, please I need you inside me," I told him as my hands went down to untie the laces on his breeches. When they were undone he sat up enough to push them over his butt and I used my feet to push them off his legs. Both of our bodies were bare and as his lips joined mine in a loving kiss, as my legs opened to accommodate him, before separating his eyes boring into mine conveying every ounce of love and passion he had for me.
"I love you and I don't want to hurt you," Robb said to me his voice laced with desire.
"You won't," I told him pressing his lips to mine. I could feel his hardness probing me before finding where we would join and pushing inside seating himself to the hilt. Due to his ministrations before it was not as painful as it could have been. When he broke my maidenhead, I tensed and a tear escaped my eyes. It hurt but not too much. Robb kissed the tear away.
"Tell me when," He whispered as he began to kiss me everywhere he could reach. I waited a minute before moving my hips a little to see if it hurt. I heard Robb's sharp intake of breath at my movement and smiled. Being connected with him, in this way, was more than I could have ever dreamed. I had never felt so right in my entire life. As the pain disappeared the deep need and desire for my husband returned in full force. I needed him to make love to me and now.
"Make love to me Robb," I moaned into his ear. Our lips connected and Robb began to thrust in and out. Moans and groans began leaving both of us in rapid succession. Needing to be closer I wrapped my legs around his hips and he hit a spot deeper inside of me that made my toes curl. I wrapped my arms around his neck, wanting him to thrust harder and faster, and he seemed to know what I needed as he began thrusting faster and faster. Sweat began to form between us as our love making continued becoming faster and more needy than before. Our lips separated and I began to moan without a care. This was quickly becoming too much pleasure I felt myself balancing off a cliff yet not falling. Before I could fall Robb gripped my hip giving a harder thrust than ever before and I felt my world explode the pleasure I had felt the first time he made me come was nothing compared to his whirlwind of pleasure.
"Robb," I cried out as my pleasure continued to radiate in my body. He thrust himself inside my body once more before releasing himself inside me. He collapsed to the side of me so he would not crush me with his body. He pulled me so I was flush against his body, wrapping his arm around my waist, placing a loving and tender kiss on my lips.
"I love you Elianna," Robb said to me.
"And I love you," I told him smiling and kissing him once more before laying my head on his should and my hand over his heart. The hand that was not wrapped around my waist held my hand that was over his heart. We made love several times that night before falling asleep content in each other's arms. In fact, I could not ever remember feeling as content, loved and happy as I was lying in my husband's arms.