For a second the room was silent and then Brandon moved. He gave his wine cup to Barbery and moved towards William.

"There are no bedding ceremonies in The North" he said with a cold tone "you know that"

"But my lady has married a southerner" William replied.

For a moment, it looked like Brandon was going to fight him, but Elia stood up and smiled at them.

"She is your princess now, and she has married a dornishman, not a southerner" she smiled at Lyanna "I will escort my sister-in-law to her chambers myself"

Lyanna stood up and took Elia's hand without even blinking. She tried not to look at anyone while they left the room and let out a breath when they were out. The princess squished her hand and smiled at her.

"You don't have to worry"

"I'm not worried" Lyanna replied, quickly, but her hands were sacking.

Elia tried not to laugh. It was normal, after all, for her to be afraid, because she knew for experience that even the bravest women were nervous the first time they shared their bed with a man.

When they arrived at Lyanna's chambers, Elia helped her untying the laces of her gown and the wolf girl put on a nightgown. She turned to look at Elia and the princess could see a glimpse of determination on her grey eyes.

"I'll see you tomorrow" she promised her and gave her a smile.

Lyanna smiled back and Elia left the room.

While crossing the corridors of Winterfell the princess could easily hear the northerners singing and talking on the main hall. She could understand why they had the need to scream instead of talking.

Her brother tried to pass next to her when they met in the middle of the corridor but Elia stopped him by holding his arm. Oberyn's eyes were as dark as hers.

"Be kind to her" to any other person Elia's words would have seemed like a petition, but Oberyn knew they were and order.

Oberyn said nothing. He kissed her on the cheek and then he headed for Lyanna's chamber.

Lyanna was sitting on the edge of the bed when he came in and watched him while he sat on one of the chairs to take his boots off. He had to contain a smile for she was looking at him as a wolf would look his prey, even if, at that moment, he was definitely not her prey.

"You know that we have to consummate this marriage, right?" he asked.

She stood up to face him and smiled.

"Are you going to rip my dress and throw me on the bed?"

He stood up too and took off his tunic, leaving it on the chair, before placing his gaze on her again.

"Do I look like bloody Robert Baratheon to you, dear?"

Before Lyanna could say anything he moved his arm to place it around her waist to held her closer and used that moment of surprise to kiss her lips, it was not long until she answered, tangling her hands on his hair, pulling him even closer. Oberyn grabbed Lyanna, which made her laugh, both surprised and a little scared, and laid her on the bed. He carefully laid on top of her and started kissing her again, first her lips and then he went down to her neck. When he kissed her collarbone, and even if Lyanna was fighting against the wanting she felt inside of her, she moaned in pleasure. Oberyn smiled against her skin. It was true that, more than once, he had said that he didn't wanted to have her, but watching her now, shivering at his touch, made him feel happy, even if he could not explain why.

He pulled away to look at her, to make sure she wanted him to continue and he was surprised when she dragged him back to her, pulled him closer and kissed him wildly. My little wolf, he thought. He let out a loud groan when Lyanna bit his lip and he looked at her, only to find challenge on her grey eyes.

He kissed her collarbone without moving his gaze from her face, examining every one of her moves and reactions. He went down from her collarbone to her chest and stopped at the neckline of Lyanna's nightgown, looking up at her.

She smiled.

He helped her sit up and kissed her lips, while he untied her nightgown, letting the dress fall down her breasts. He then laid her back. Oberyn saw, just for a fraction of second, how her arm tried to move to cover her chest, and he couldn't stop smirking to himself at the fact that she didn't let her fears control her.

He bent down and he kissed her again. Lyanna's fingers tangled his hair when he went down to her breasts and let small kisses on them. Her eyes fell shut and her mouth opened in pleasure even if she made no sound. When he leaned down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth, at first sucking and then taking it between his teeth she moaned loudly, and her hips pressed against him instinctively. She pulled him up by his hair and kissed him again. When they pulled away and looked at each other, Lyanna started pulling his shirt. He smirked and took it off, throwing it somewhere in the room.

He gave her a moment to stare at him, without taking his eyes away from her. At that moment, with her fingers trailing a scar that covered half of his torso and the little ones he had on his arms, she looked more like a curious cat than like a she-wolf.

He slowly removed her nightgown completely and then he stood up and started removing his belt, her eyes never leaving his, until he took his pants of and got fully naked, at that moment Lyanna moved her gaze away from him and stared at the blankets, blushing.

He went back to her and, before she could say or do anything, he captured her lips between his and laid himself on top of her again, his hands firmly placed at her hips. He felt her stiffen when she felt his manhood against the inner part of her leg. Oberyn kissed her softly in the lips, trying to make her relax, and then started kissing down her body and stopped at her stomach, leaving a long trail of kisses. When she felt his hand on her sex, she groaned. He started caressing it, and then slowly introduced one finger on her, making her moan. Lyanna bucked her hips up.

A long time had passed since he had bedded a maiden and he had almost forgotten how it was to be the one making all the work. But, in some way, he felt proud to be the first one to be with her. He felt proud to know he'd be the only one to be with her from then on.

His thumb found the little point of pleasure and a moan was torn from between her lips, her hips arching instinctively to his touch. He smiled as he slid a second finger into her. She suddenly let out a sharp cry, her inner walls tightening around his fingers, pleasure written clearly on her face. Oberyn smirked while he watched her bit her lower lip, completely dominated by pleasure.

He started kissing up her body until he arrived to her lips, kissing them passionately. She answered with hunger and dragged her nails on his back. He slowly pushed himself inside of her, and her factions changed for a second, twisted in pain. He waited until her breathing evened out before he began to move. His movements were slow and as gentle as they could be. Oberyn smiled when she tightened her legs around his hips and slowly started moving them in sync with his. After a while he increased his pace and her hands went to his back, scratching it. He didn't complain, instead, he crashed his lips against hers, wildly, his tongue fighting for dominance with hers.

Then she started breathing more and more heavily and her lips went to his neck, biting and sucking, leaving marks that would surely be there for a while. He groaned at the feel of her.

"My she-wolf" he growled in her ear and he felt her smile.

"Oberyn..." her voice was a broken sob, almost a plea, but he understood. She came a moment later, pressing against him, shaking, shattering and howling of pleasure. He hissed with her a second later, arching his back and spilling his seed deep inside her.

Oberyn let himself fall next to her and covered both of their bodies with a blanket. He took a moment to make his breathing constant again, aware of his wife's eyes, which were fixed on him. Lyanna trailed all of his scars with her fingers, distracted, but it was not long before she closed her eyes and fell asleep, exhausted.

Oberyn watched her for a while before falling asleep too.