Even though in Game of Thrones it's guys take the girl and vice versa, I looked it up and apparently it's girls take the girl and the boys take the boy.

When the food had gone, and just drink was left, a steward brought Storm to his mistress.

"Storm!" Leana grinned, bending down to cuddle her direwolf, apologising to a friend she had been speaking to at the time. "Yes,m you're a good boy." She cooed.
She ruffled his black ears and he leaned in closer to her. Jaime walked from the other side of the room, to meet them.
Storm had already been introduced to Jaime, and been instructed to treat him as he did Leana.
It seemed to work, though he did have a bit of reluctance.
"I seem to be overrun by wolves tonight." Jaime said jokingly.
"I suppose I am too, now that I am a lion." Leana added.

Now that she would share a bed with Jaime, there would be no room for Storm. He did have the huge bed that Leana had made when she first got him, but he was used to sleeping next to her in the furs.

"Be good. I will get you tomorrow." Leana told her wolf. He was then taken away by the Steward, to Robb's room, where he would spend the night with his brother Grey Wind.

It was just in time too. Suddenly, Leana was swept off her feet, and taken from Jaime by her closest female friends and family.

It was time for the bedding ceremony. Suddenly, her nerves were all she thought about - it was the part she'd been dreading. Everyone cheered and wooped as she was escorted from the room and taken to hers.

The small crowd consisted of her mother, Sansa, Ashara, a few others that she was very familiar with, and thankfully, not the Queen.
"Sansa, what are you doing here?" Leana asked, "Are you not too young?"
"I will be in your situation eventually. Besides, I am thirteen, I am perfectly old enough." Sansa answered.
"Come here my lady, let me free your hair."
Ashara removed the rope braids from her head, got a brush to smooth out her hair.
"Mother, I'm terrified. I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm scared!"
"Oh, my darling." Catelyn sighed sadly, "I wish you did not have to do this."
"It is not that, I suppose I want to do this, but how do I make him happy?" Leana pushed.
"On second thoughts my lady, I will plait your hair." Ashara interrupted as her mother and older friends started to give helpful tips.
Leana heard things like, 'Let him lead', 'Let him be in charge', and 'When you cry out in pleasure, cry his name'.

Whilst tying her braid with a ribbon, Ashara leant over and whispered in her ear. "Remember the conversation we had yesterday, my lady."

"How are you faring my lady?" Ashara asked as she helped her mistress dress.

"Nervous. Very nervous in fact, and now it's only tomorrow - the bedding ceremony panics me. I only have a rough idea of what to do. I want to make Jaime happy, Ashara, and I want it to be memorable for me." Leana replied. "Do you have any advice? I need everything I can get."

Ashara blushed.

"You do! Please, I need to know." Leana pleaded.

Ashara hesitated. "Um... he might like it if you take charge... Um... If you roll over and sit on top of him, and just-"

The conversation that they had shared yesterday made Leana blush, and she scolded herself for it. She shouldn't act like a stupid little virgin. She had to act like the grown woman she was, even though she was in fact a virgin.

"We must get you out of your dress, Jaime will arrive in a few minutes."

Leana nodded and stood so they could do so. Being naked didn't embarrass her, especially in front of Ashara. Ashara dressed her everyday.

She was then escorted to her bed where she sat. She noticed that the furs had been folded at the bottom of the bed.
"We will leave you now, my love." Her mother said sorrowfully, kissing her on the forehead before reluctantly leaving the room.
"Good Luck, and may the gods bless you with fertility!" Sansa called as she, too, left.

Leana prayed to the gods that Jaime would hurry up, she didn't want to be left to her thoughts - they'd drive her insane with self-doubt and worry. From the sitting position she was in, she slid down, so she was lying, and laid her hands over her naked stomach. She stayed, staring up at the canopy of her four-poster bed.

After what seemed like forever, she heard jeers outside her door before it opened and closed only a second afterwards.

In the silence she heard another's breathing. Jaime.
Gods, it was finally time.

"You seem to be very comfortable, naked in front of me." Jaime noted, breaking the silence.
"My mind wanders elsewhere." She replied.

Only when the mattress dipped beside her did she look from the canopy to her husband's face.

A wolfskin robe was being slipped off his body.
She tried her hardest not to blush, but it was an impossible task.
Jaime turned and reached over, stroking her cheek. "Just relax."
Leana nodded. "I apologise-"
"For what?" He smiled softly. Never, had Leana seen Jaime smile like this in public. It had only ever been in front of family or her. He always wore his brave, cocky facade in front of everyone else.
"What do I do?" She asked sheepishly.
"What your body tells you to do." He said, crawling over so he was supporting himself over her.

He could feel the uncertainty radiating off her.
"I won't ever hurt Leana. I'll take care of you, I promise."
She nodded and smiled smalley.
"I trust you."