I look into those eyes of his. I noticed about two months ago I stopped seeing his scarring. Both of his eyes are a beautiful shade of brown. They show the soul contained within. He is nothing if not multifaceted. I have seen a tenderness that belies his size and repute, I have seen a bravery when he interceded against his brother at the tourney. I have seen savagery beyond imaginings if he thinks another intends harm to me.

I say in my own true voice. I love you, I have for more than a year by my estimation. I knew it not for what it was though until our time together alone these past three months. Though I am frightened I come to you as Wife. I want you as Husband. I know it will hurt it is as my Lady Mother said, but that you love me it will be bearable and I will survive. With that we embrace. My face pressed to his hair covered chest, I hear the beating of a mighty heart within. This is my Lord Husband. He will make me his in all ways this night. Through blood and pain will I rise on the morrow a woman in all ways but motherhood.

I watch in quiet awe, that the girl I first cast eyes upon and Loved for so long is now a woman grown and my wedded Lady Wife. She strips me of all my layers with deft and nibble fingers. Though i yearn for this to my core I want my wife come to me willing. I give her one last respite and choice. She looks in to me with those wonderful blue eyes. They are a clear as a cloudless sky. There has never been even a shadow of ugliness in their depths, not even at the abuse she has suffered not even when that Bastard watched in glee as her Lord Father lost his noble head.

I lead my lady wife to our bath. It's only half filled. ease her out of her grey woolen dress. She turns to face me with wide eyes. I undo the lacing's of her girdle and pay no heed when it slips to the floor. I remove her final layer to watch the pink tips of her breasts pucker in the air.I lower myself to remover her silken small clothes taking in the red wispy hair leading to that which makes her woman. Taking in the purity of her scent.

She moves her fingers that tremble slightly to undo the laces of my breeches once done they slide to the ground and I step out of them. My member rises unbidden and her eyes widen. I pull her to me for our first kiss as man and lips are softer than I imagined and mold to mine. She tentatively darts a tongue in my mouth then eases into a thorough exploration of my mouth. Her taste is sweet as dew the scent of her bound hair intoxicating. I lift her and step into the tub. I must break our kiss to her down and facing me. The water rises precariously once my mass is within it. I lift her foot and place it on my shoulder tracing patterns on the flesh of her calf. Followed by kisses. I scrub her already clean feet one at a time. She relaxes by degrees. I feel her foot explore my legs to nestle on my chest. I scrub her back and front and step out of the cooling water. I stand her up and watch her nipples tighten into perfect peaks once again. I dry her off and lead her to our marital bed.

She lays down with wide eyes and I take in her beauty inch by glorious inch. she is perfection given life. I lay beside her my head resting in my hand my arm bent. I trace her side slowly and rub her creamy skin gently. Her nipples once more stand up and I gently take her nearest one in my mouth to toy with teeth and tongue. I am rewarded by her pressing into me and a slow roll of her hips. I take her remaining breast in my hand to knead it slowly gentle pinches on her already hardened nipple. I rollover spread her legs so I can administer both hands to her breasts and hard buds of their tips.

I place licks and kisses and nibbles on her hip bones and belly A slow rhythm seizes her moving hips. My kisses grace her inner thigh. The closer I get to her core the sweeter her scent. I lower my hands to raise her legs and place one over each of my shoulders. Then return to my ministrations of her lovely breasts. My tongue moves slowly to her swollen bud. Her sex is slippery with her juices. The pure smell of her making the throbbing of my stiff cock near unbearable. I take her core and suck gently. Her back arches and she presses her sex to my waiting breathing slightly changes to quicken. I want to taste every part of her I can reach, work my tongue inside her folds to her avid delight. Her juices near run out of her she is so...WET.. I place a finger and toy with her opening while flicking a rapid tattoo of passion on her hardened sex, I am careful not to deflower her my finger that glory will be bestowed by a thrust of my hard cock within her. She near bucks with pleasure at the workings of my tongue. I can wait no more I rise to my knees and place the head of my cock at her bud to rub it with my head her breath becomes slightly ragged and I know her come is near. As she climaxes I thrust into her wetness whilst rubbing her button the spasms of her inner self envelope my cock in a hot wet embrace she shudders as her climax waves as I still gently pinch and rub her button.

She then does something that takes me off guard.

With me still embedded within her she pulls herself up to hold me and slides further on me. Her sudden intake of breath makes me fear for her and I try back her off. She clutches at me tightly and starts an uneven rhythm on me. I am lost. I replace her unsteady thrusts with urgent ones of my own. My full length and breadth is in my Sweet Sansa a warm sanctuary. As long as we both shall live I will never know another woman's touch or taste. My passion builds to a crescendo and with one final thrust I spill my long pent up seed within her warmth. As my seed issues forth her nails dig furrows in the meat of my back. I pull her closer , hold her tighter trying to meld us into one flesh. I raise her face to mine and see the tracks of her tears. My previous elation dies and falls like ash to my feet. I feel the burn of held back tears of my own. I curse myself for being bruitish. and remove myself slowly from her and lay her gently on her back careful to place her back on the white linen of our first bedding.. I walk quickly to my carry bag to fsih a small vial the Maester gave me out of it. I go to the table laden with uneaten fruits and sweets to pour my Little Bird a three quarters full cup of wine and top the remainder with water. I put two careful drops into the mix and hurry to give it to my Lady Wife. I bid her drink it all quickly. The medicine works it's magic and soon she drifts into tears that threatened now spill from my eyes to trace down my face marking my cheeks with shame at the pain I caused my sweet, sweet Little Bird. I lay next to her and drape my arm over her and pull her closer, even in sleep she nestles closer into me.

I open my eyes to a tickle on my nose. My face is pressed into the hair of Sandor's chest. My woman parts are sore. Nothing fatal as my Lady Mother said. It was WONDERFUL i thought replaying last nights joining with a rising a blush. I take in my man's scent. It has a slight musk that speaks of the wide world and of something wild. I wriggle carefully out of his embrace and make my way slowly to his sex. I place a kiss on the head then a lick, I stroke his shaft and his manhood stirs as does he. He opens his eyes. He pulls to his mouth to kiss me slowly and gently. He asks how I'm feeling. I tell him i feel fine and his eyes drift to my nether region. I smile and tell him the pain is almost gone. He narrows his eyes but says no more. I continue with my experiments on what pleases my new husband by placing licks, rubs and kisses on his member. I admire it's size and girth and think with delight and a little blush that this is MINE.

I quicken my pace and my ministrations in earnest and notice with a happy heart Snador's breathing changes with sharp intakes of breath and small thrusts does he meet my eager tongue, lips and hand that strokes his length. I raise my eyes to find he meets mine they widen slightly, his stones tighten closely to him and with a gasp his seed is released. The copious amount alarms me and I wonder when it will come to an end, with each shudder and pulse a little more issues forth.

My eyes dart around looking for a recepticle in which to cast the contents when I decide it would be unseemly to spit out that which he gave me in love so I swallow, Sandor searches too and finds a cast off bit of clothing a bade me spit. I respond only with a giggle and smile. His brown eyes widen and he pulls me close to stroke my long copper tresses aplace kisses atop my head.

I replay in my mind last nights bedding. His tenderness for me. The sensations and feelings he elicited with his touch. It hurt but not nearly as bad as I thought it would. As I lay there lost in thought my stomach makes it's presence known. It earns a quick smile from Sandor who suggests we break our fast. I rise and dress, my eyes rarely leaving the ring that now adorns the third finger of my left hand. I am wedded and bedded and wife to a brave, fearless, kind and loving man from this day till my end day.

As if by magic both my Lady Mother and brother who is King bid entrance to our temporary home. I have a feeling it was at my mothers insistence that they are both here. My mother to make sure I still live my brother to still my mothers incessant tongue.I know she loves me and out that love she still is still trying to mother me, me a woman grown ! I make sure not to limp when I greet them both with an embrace. How fares you they both ask. I am fine. Sandor produces the linen of my bedding as proof the marriage has been consummated. Upon the white lies my blood from my maidenhead that is no more.