Summary: She didn't understand. Why do people always assume she was like her mother? Yes, she was brought up with power and money and a King for a father but she was not him. Her mother may have been Cersei Lannister but she was Seraphine Baratheon. There is a difference. She wanted someone to love that would love her back. Was that so hard? Jon/OC, AU in parts of the show. Co – Written with WalkingPotterGirl14.
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Stags And Dragons
Chapter 11
"Certainly father," Seraphina said to him as she ran her hands down the gown she was dressed in as she glanced up at her father with a soft smile. Robert nodded looked to his eldest with the same soft smile and briefly wished that she would end up as Queen after he went to the gods instead of her brat of a brother Joffrey. He dreaded the day his son got the crown, the whole of Westeros would dread the day.
"Good," he grunted leaning forward to press his lips to the side of her head, brushing against her dark hair so much like his. "I am proud of you my girl," he told her feeling slightly upset that he would be losing the only child he had a bond with. She had been the only one he was close to, sure he got on well with Myrcella and Tommen but they were not his little stag, they were not his Seraphina.
Seraphina smiled at him as her father took her hand and lead her through the door and out into the hallway. As they strolled down to the Godswood, for Seraphina would be taking the gods of her husband to be, Robert prayed then to the Faith of the Seven that this Jon Targaryen would treat his little stag better than that wretched Mad Aerys had done to poor Rhaella Targaryen.
Yet as he looked to the smile on his daughter's face he had the feeling that this Targaryen was not like the others. He was comforted with the idea that Jon would be good to Seraphine. He would love her and cherish her as if he truly loved the girl. Something Robert had never done with Cersei but foolishly clutched onto with Lyanna.
Jon was waiting nervously in the Godswood, waiting for his bride as everyone around him talked with the various people that had arrived for his wedding from the North and the South. Lady Catelyn's family had arrived, greeting him warmly, but Edmure had greeted him somewhat coolly towards him.
Jon did not blame him for acting coolly towards him but he did not act kindly to the way Edmure was cold and heartless to his mother, which annoyed him deeply. It was common knowledge that Lady Catelyn Tully was to marry Lord Brandon Stark, but that had ended when Aerys Targaryen murdered him along with Jon's grandfather, Rickard Stark.
"Lord Targaryen," Lysa greeted warmly and Jon smiled at her softly, taking her hand within his and bringing it to his lips as he welcomed her with a warm hug. Lysa and Lord Brynden Tully had always been two of the few people that were kind to him when he and everyone else believed his was nought but the bastard child of Eddard Stark.
"Please Lysa, it has always been Jon to you, I will not have you calling my Lord Targaryen now," Jon told her pulling away from their hug and smiling down at the woman that had always treated him as if he was a Lord and not a bastard. She never looked down at him with a sneer on her face because he had ruined the marriage between her sister and Ned.
All she could see when she first visited her sister and her babe son Robb, and Jon was a black-haired babe that looked more like a Stark than a real Stark, unlike Robb who had the Tully looks. She had seen this helpless child that would be given horrid looks from her sister as if she wished the babe would drop dead. Lysa had spent more time within Jon's nursery than she did with her sister during her visit, holding the babe to her chest, wishing that he was hers. She would not have thought she could be blessed with a child but then her little son had joined her but had been sickly and she never wanted to leave him. But she knew that she would always see Jon as a sort of son, having held him for such a long time during her visit.
"I do hope that you are making the right decision," she muttered to him ignoring the feel of burning eyes on her back knowing it was her sister full of rage. "I only ask because I care. You have not been forced into this marriage, have you?"
"No Lady Lysa I have not," Jon replied and she could see the large smile on his face, knowing that he was not forced into this. "I care about her deeply and wanted to make her my wife, I would never have thought that it would be me marrying here in the Godswood, not before Robb." He told her wringing his hands as the nerves set in again. Lysa placed a careful hand on his, stop him from ringing them any longer.
"You have been blessed Jon, you deserve this," she told him giving his hand a squeeze before joining her uncle and brother as she caught a glimpse of Robb and Theon coming over to Jon.
Jon looked over to Robb as he made his way over to him but found Sansa staring at him as she stood rigid next to Arya. As their eyes, locked Sansa gave him a genuine happy smile, which he returned with a soft smile before looking back to Robb taking in the way Theon sauntered next to Robb as if he ruled the whole of Westeros. Jon had no doubt that Theon would be coming over to make so lecherous remarks about the night about to take place with his wife.
"Looking forward to the bedding, Targaryen?" Theon asked snidely. Jon kept his face smooth as he glared at the man. Theon had never been kind to him and it hadn't changed after he had been revealed to be a Targaryen. Theon had remarked that Jon had missed out on being king.
"That has nothing to do with you, Theon," Jon said calmly, but Theon heard the warning underneath it. Robb tried to distract the two from each other.
"Are you looking forward to marrying Seraphina?" Robb asked softly. Jon nodded then as he saw the Lannisters arriving at the Godswood with Tyrion Lannister, walking beside his older brother, Jamie Lannister. He was known as the Kingslayer for murdering King Aerys Targaryen, and who was Jon's grandfather.
Jon suspected there was more to the story than met the eye. His uncle had always remarked that Jamie may have had no choice in what he had done in the Sack of Kings Landing.
"Jon," Benjen said, pleased to see his nephew. The man walked to his eldest nephew and sister.
Jon nods and shakes his hand. "It's great to see you, uncle," he states calmly. He was still waiting for her and it was killing him.
"Look at you, marrying a Baratheon. Never thought that would happen, eh?" Jon nods before looking over at the others.
"Strange things do happen." He had to admit that he was still nervous about this. Seraphina was a special woman and he didn't want to hurt her. That was the last thing he wanted.
And he knew someone would try and harm her while she was with him.
Now that he had been revealed to be a Targaryen, he knew that a lot of enemies would be watching him. Waiting for their chance to strike, and harm him, Seraphina and his mother.
He heard people gasp and whisper in approval. He turned around and saw Seraphina, walking up towards him, her arm linked with Robert as her gown shimmered in the light.
The gown was made of white Myrish silk, lace and had sleeves underneath. The gown had lions and stags embroidered on the front, with freshwater pearls adorned on the bodice. Her long midnight black wavy hair had been braided and flowed down her back like a waterfall. And in that moment, Jon realized that he had fallen hard for the Baratheon princess.
'Gods, she's beautiful,' Jon thought mentally, Ghost beside him. Robert walked down with Seraphina.
"Who comes before the Olds Gods, this night?" Ned asked calmly. He was standing beside Jon and they were performing the marriage in front of the Old Gods.
"Seraphina, of the House Baratheon and House Lannister to be wed. A woman grown, trueborn and noble. She comes to beg the blessing of the Gods. Who comes to claim her?" Robert asked strongly. Jon saw the King look proudly at his daughter.
"Jon, of House Targaryen and House Stark, heir to Moat Cailin and Summerhall. Who gives her?" Ned answers calmly, a look of pride on his face as Lyanna stood beside him with a smile.
She wished them well.
"King Robert Baratheon, her father," Robert answered steadily. Ned nodded as he turned to face Seraphina.
"Princess Seraphina, do you take this man?" Ned asked gently. Seraphina's answer was already enough.
"I take this man, my lord Stark," Seraphina said softly. Jon took Seraphina's hand in his gently, and they kneeled in front of the heart tree, so the Old Gods could witness their union. The entire wedding party fell silent in respect with Joffrey scowling, but a look from his grandfather, Tywin, silenced him.
Jon carefully but gently took off Seraphina's maiden cloak, which was in the colour of House Baratheon and placed it on her. A Targaryen cloak but with a white direwolf circling the three-headed black dragon, on the dark red cloak.
The guests clapped widely as Jon and Seraphina shared a sweet kiss. When she pulls back, she smiles at him. Never did he think the first time he saw her, she would be his wife that quickly.
Everyone cheered the newly married couple, and then went to the Great Hall to celebrate the union of House Baratheon and House Targaryen.
The feast was in full swing, and Lyanna sat down next to Cersei, the two women nodded at each other civilly and spoke to their now intertwined family as the musicians played songs. Thankfully, no one sang the Rains of Castamere, as the Lord of Casterly Rock was present at the wedding.
Gifts had been handed to the newly married couple. Renly, Margaery and Loras had gifted Jon with a sword that had a dragon on the hilt, but was intertwined with a white direwolf.
They had gifted Seraphina with a dagger, something that Seraphina had appreciated, while Stannis, his wife Selyse and their daughter Shireen and Ser Davos Seaworth had gifted them a ship, named The Black Dragon.
Lysa invited Jon and Seraphina to visit her at the Eyrie, something that the couple fully intended on doing. Sansa's gift was a beautiful family tapestry. It must have taken her weeks to complete, but Jon smiled genuinely and hugged her tightly. Arya's gift was a book on Legends of the North to the couple.
They both approved of the gift.
Other High Noble families had also sent gifts, having heard how the couple were going to residing in Summerhall and Moat Cailin, so they tried to get into their favour. Tywin had gifted them with gold, and wished them well on their marriage while Edmure and Brynden had gifted Jon with a Weirwood bow.
Bran and Rickon had gifted Jon and Seraphina with a family lineage book, dedicated to the Stark, Baratheon and Targaryen family, while Robb's was slightly more practical, as was Ned's.
Catelyn refused to get the couple a gift. She resented Jon and the fact that he'd married Seraphina instead of Robb marrying her, even though Robb loved Seraphina like a sister.
Seraphina was not surprised by the refusal. She knew that Catelyn was the type of mother who didn't love Jon as much as she should because he wasn't exactly hers. And as much as Seraphina had wanted to change that, there was nothing she could do.
She smiles at Jon as they ate, seeing how he was talking to the others. She was happy that he was happy, and now he was hers. They were married.
It felt like some sort of dream that she hadn't thought of about in years. But here she was, with it coming true. A moment later, he finishes whoever he's talking to and turns to her, noticing she was watching. "Having fun?" he asks her quietly with a smile.
She chuckles. "Completely." She leans forward and looks around the room. "Everyone seems to be having a fun time. I'm thankful no one has made a fuss yet." Jon nods, agreeing. That was the last thing he wanted, was for someone to cause a happy celebration to become something rude.
He looks at the ground at Ghost, who was resting beside him. He was sleeping, and not causing a ruckus, which was more than he could ask for. He didn't want anyone to be afraid of the animal. Seraphina wasn't. And that was the one that really mattered.
"I wonder about it," he asks quietly, looking over at her. Her brow furrows, asking him to go on. "About what's going to happen as a result of this." She chuckles and smiles.
"A lot of things, Jon Snow. A lot." She rests her head on his shoulder and smiles. "I believe we are going to do great things together."
He smiles softly at her confidence, and nods. He knew they would be good. They would be more than good.
At that moment, one of the handmaidens arrives with a package, bringing it up to them. "This says it's from someone anonymous," the woman says with a curtsy, and then leaves the room. Jon looks at the package and then at Seraphina. He holds a hand back to stop her from coming forward.
"Gods only know what could be in it," he says. "Stay." She nods softly before he opens the box, and then felt his brow furrow.
Inside were dragon eggs. Two.
"I thought these didn't exist anymore," he says quietly, looking over at Seraphina. She looked shocked at the gift.
"Neither did I…and they look very real…" She stands and walks over, looking at the eggs. "Do you think…do you think there are real dragons inside?" Who would have sent them this?
"I'm not sure, but someone clearly wanted us to get them," Jon said quietly, as he looked at his dragon egg. It was black with red scales, while Seraphina's was silver and grey.
What a peculiar gift.
Jon checked the box, but there was nothing except a note, hidden in the bottom of the box.
'To my dear son, Jon.
By the time you are reading this, I will be long gone. But I want you to have these as a sign of your heritage. Congratulations on your marriage.'
Jon couldn't believe that he had been given a dragon egg by his long dead father. He must have told someone surely?
"Well, this was a surprising wedding gift," Seraphina whispered shocked, before they turned back to the others to ensure no one had seen the dragon eggs. Jon simply nodded and offered her a smile, one that Seraphina returned, before they talked to their guests again.
"They seem very happy together, Cat," Edmure said impressed. He had been shocked when Uncle Brynden and his older sister, Lysa, had sent a raven to him to inform him that Jon Snow, the bastard of Ned Stark, was in fact the son of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark.
Catelyn said nothing, but the look of hatred in her eyes was enough to voice what she thought of the match. Her voice was bitter when she spoke.
"He's nothing but a bastard, Edmure," she said viciously, and went to talk to Ned.
By mid-evening, almost everyone was getting drunk but Seraphina wasn't. She knew that after the feast, the bedding ceremony would happen, and she would be carried to the chambers by the men, while Jon would be carried by the women.
She'd never laid with a man before, but she had heard stories from Margaery who'd offered advice to her. She warned her along with her mother that it would hurt at first, and she'd bleed as she was a Maiden who was becoming a woman.
For once, she wished that she could ask a Dornish woman how to please Jon when the bedding came. They'd kissed, but nothing had gone beyond that and she was honestly terrified.
'What would mother think if she could read my mind?' Seraphina thought ruefully. She sipped some Arbour gold wine that the Redwyne family had gifted to the newlywed couple, trying to ease her nerves. She could do it.
"It's time for the bedding ceremony!" Robert announced loudly, although he looked uncomfortable at the thought of his daughter being stripped naked.
Thankfully, most of the men ensured that Seraphina would not be humiliated or jabbed at. Jamie and Tyrion assisted them calmly. Tywin gave Ramsay Snow a cold look, when the bastard of the Dreadfort cupped Seraphina's left breast. The Karstarks readily helped their cousins in defending their new family member as they carried her to the bed chamber.
Seraphina's outer gown had been pulled off, and she was just in the thick, black Myrish lace shift with gold embroidered stag and lions, stitched onto it beautifully.
She took in a few deep breaths and heard laughter approaching the door. Jon was pushed in by the women, but Sansa, Arya, and Wylla guarded him along with Lyanna, as they showed him into the room.
Cersei ushered everyone out and kissed her daughter lovingly on the forehead, before warning Jon to respect and love her daughter, otherwise he'd have the lion to answer to. He nods, inwardly chuckling at her mother's bit of protectiveness. Even if she could be cold, he couldn't deny that there was something in the older woman's heart for Seraphina.
The woman leaves after that, leaving the two alone. Jon turns to Seraphina, who was shyly standing by the bed. His eyes were trained on what she was wearing, and he couldn't help but think how on earth was she his wife?
How had he gotten so lucky?
"You are absolutely the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," he murmurs, coming over to her. She blushes deeply and looks down at the ground.
"Surely there are others," she states.
Jon tilts her chin up so he could look at her in the eyes. "There are none, my princess."
She smiles softly at him, before letting his lips touch hers in the sweetest yet most passionate kiss of her life. He rests his hands on either side of her head, keeping her in place. But after a moment, she pulls away, breathing heavily.
"I've never…" Her words trail off, and he smiles that gentle smile she had been falling in love with.
"I won't make you do anything you don't want to do, Sera," he says gently. "I'm never going to harm you."
She shakes her head. "It's not that I don't want to…I just don't know how," she whispers, embarrassed. "I'm no use if I can't even do the one thing women are supposed to know how to do."
He kisses her again, making sure this one silenced her quiet thoughts, and then rests his forehead against hers. "I've never done this before either." She looks up at him, almost relieved he hadn't. "But we'll take it step by step…I want this with you…think I have since I first saw you in that dress….since that night we met."
She smiles and then grabs his hand. "That dress was pretty beautiful."
"You're more beautiful." And with that, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately, holding onto his warm body.
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