The Rise Of A Dynasty
Highgarden – 298 A.C
The next morning...
(Smut begins)
Margaery slowly stirred and squirmed as she started to wake up.
What puzzled her slightly were the strange sensations coming from between her legs.
"What the?" said Margaery stifling a small moan as the sensations started to get more intense.
She groaned and lifted the covers up looking down at her hips before smirking.
Jon's head was buried between her legs feasting on her womanhood.
"What are you doing?" said Margaery innocently before letting out a shuddering moan.
Jon's eyes looked up at her and winked.
"Waking you up" groaned Jon into her womanhood.
Margaery laughed as Jon returned to feasting on her womanhood.
"You must really enjoy the taste of me, given that you could not wait for me to wake up on my own before going down there again" said Margaery jokingly.
Jon raised his head and smirked.
"Feasting on you has many benefits… it gets you ready for what is to come" said Jon huskily as he kissed the top of her womanhood.
Margaery smirked and reached down to pull his head up to her.
"And it gets me ready for what exactly?" said Margaery.
Jon lowered his hand to her womanhood and started stroking it before kissing her.
"Margaery… remember what you told me last night, about what you wanted to do with me?" said Jon huskily.
Margaery smirked.
"Lots of freaky things" said Margaery naughtily.
Jon kissed her pushing his tongue into her mouth.
He continued to kiss her and stroke her womanhood for a few moments before breaking the kiss.
"We are going to fuck right now Margaery… I'm going to bend you over this bed and fuck you standing up" growled Jon.
Margaery smirked before kissing him.
"Then fuck me" said Margaery in a sultry voice.
Jon kissed her and leaned into her ear.
"Stand up… next to the bed" whispered Jon.
Margaery smirked and stood up next to the bed facing him as he stood up in front of her.
"Turn around" said Jon.
Margaery blew him a kiss before turning around so her back was to him.
Jon moved closer to her running his hands along her lower back and rear.
"Bend over" said Jon huskily.
Margaery smirked and bent over propping herself up on the bed with her elbows.
She smirked at the sight of the red blood stain on the sheets where Jon had taken her maidenhead.
Jon smirked and slapped her rear causing her to groan.
"Good girl" said Jon huskily as he lined up his manhood with her womanhood and started to push forwards.
Once Jon was halfway in he smirked and swiftly entered her at a quick pace.
Margaery groaned and arched her back lifting her upper body off of the bed.
"Gods you do fill me up nicely" groaned Margaery as she twisted her head to face him.
Jon smirked and kissed her before pushing her back down to the bed and slowly pulling out of her.
Margaery was about to protest but cut herself off with a moan as Jon slammed back into her.
"Look up at our joined hips Margaery… watch my cock as it fucks you" growled Jon.
Margaery smirked and moved her head down so she was looking up at their joined hips while she steadied herself on her elbows.
She moaned, groaned and whimpered as she watched Jon take her from behind for the next several minutes.
"Fuck Jon… just seed me already" groaned Margaery as she came down from her second peak.
Jon smirked and slapped her arse.
"As you wish Lady Stark" said Jon huskily.
He tightened his grip on her hips and increased his speed for the next thirty or something seconds before groaning.
"You want my seed?" said Jon huskily as he felt his peak get closer and closer.
Margaery whimpered and nodded.
"You can have it" grunted Jon.
Margaery groaned and lifted herself up arching her back as he finished inside her.
She twisted her head and kissed him as she felt him pull out of her after several seconds causing some of his seed and her release to leak out of her womanhood down her legs.
Margaery turned around to face him keeping her lips locked on his.
Jon broke the kiss and took her hands before gently falling back into a sitting position on the bed.
Margaery smirked and followed him onto the bed landing on his thighs.
Jon locked eyes with her as he placed his hands on her hips gently lifting her up.
"We are not finished yet" growled Jon.
He positioned himself underneath her womanhood and pulled her down onto him causing her to shudder and moan as his manhood swiftly entered her womanhood once again.
They carried on for several minutes before they finally gave into their growing hunger and decided it was time to break their fast.
Jon cleaned her up and helped her get into one of her morning robes before putting a pair of breeches on.
(Smut ends)
Not long after they had finished getting dressed, maids made their way into the room carrying platters of sausages, bacon, mushrooms, tomatoes, assorted fruits, two silver goblets and a flagon of water.
Jon turned to one of the maids as they placed the platters and plates on the table near the window.
"Some fresh sheets please" said Jon.
The Maid bowed her head.
"At once My Lord" said the Maid before walking over to the bed and gathering the sheets.
As the Maid left the room Margaery gave Jon a quick kiss before sitting down at the table.
"Fresh sheets… Husband, whatever are you planning?" said Margaery in a teasing voice.
Jon smirked and moved behind her tracing his hands on her shoulders and neck before leaning down to her ear.
"Those are for tonight… and knowing you they will be far from fresh and clean tomorrow morning" said Jon huskily.
Margaery smirked as he moved away from her before sitting down in the chair opposite her to break his fast.
Jon looked at her and smiled as she helped herself to some of the fruit.
"Are you happy with me, will you be happy when we are home at Winterfell?" said Jon.
Margaery looked at him and chuckled.
"As I recall… it was me who agreed to wed you in the end… do you think I would have done so if thought I would be unhappy with you?" said Margaery smirking.
Jon smiled.
"No… but a man takes pride in hearing that his wife loves him, and I love you very much" said Jon.
Margaery smiled and moved her chair around the table next to him.
"I love you too Jon Stark… and I love fucking you even more" said Margaery in a sultry voice.
Jon growled.
"I know you do, given how much I made you scream last night, and I lost count of how many times you peaked by the time we went to sleep" growled Jon.
Margaery smirked.
"I never doubted your enthusiasm in bed Jon… not for one second, you bragged about it enough times" said Margaery.
"And there is more to come… your getting fucked on this table tonight, then I will take you to bed and make you scream again, I might even have you up against the door" growled Jon.
"Please do" moaned Margaery.
Jon smirked.
"Gods Woman… I'm going to fuck you so hard that you cannot get up, I bet the mere thought of that is making you as wet as a fucking river right now" growled Jon placing his hands on her thighs teasingly close to her womanhood.
Margaery stifled a moan and quickly kissed him before picking up a grape popping it into her mouth.
"It is Jon, but save the dirty talk for tonight" said Margaery sternly with a wicked smirk on her face.
Jon chuckled.
"You know I never asked… when exactly did you fall in love with me?" said Margaery.
Jon smirked.
"That night at White Harbour… dancing with you after you finally accepted my proposal… you wore that lovely golden dress… I fell in love with you right then and there" said Jon softly.
Margaery smiled and blushed.
"You are a big softy on the inside Jon… for a Northerner that is" said Margaery cheekily.
Jon chuckled.
"If you say so… now its your turn" said Jon.
Margaery kissed him.
"That night at Winterfell when I came to see you, when you said you would fight my family for my hand… I could not deny the love I felt for you any longer, when you pulled me into your bed and kept me in your arms all night, whispering sweet promises of how we will be wed into my ear" said Margaery.
Jon moved closer to her causing her to wrap her arms around him.
"You have me all to yourself… and I have you all to myself" said Jon.
Margaery smiled as they remained still in each others arms for several moments before slowly letting go of each other.
"Come… the servants have prepared this lovely food for us… it would be extremely rude not to eat it" said Margaery.
Jon chuckled.
"Of course… Lady Stark" said Jon teasingly.
Margaery smirked.
"And to think… we will have another wedding night when we re swear our vows before in the Godswood, even better than last night" said Margaery cheekily.
Jon smirked.
"I follow the Old Gods… we cannot ignore tradition" said Jon.
Margaery leaned across the table and kissed him.
"You are my Husband… your Gods are important to you, as are mine… and the promise of another wedding night is just too tempting to turn down" said Margaery in a sultry voice.
Jon chuckled.
"The difference is… our wedding night last night was limited to one fuck in the bed, we can do it in other places on that night… namely in front of the hearth in our chambers, in the firelight" said Jon huskily.
Margaery laughed and leaned into his ear.
"You can have me anywhere, just say where you want me… and our clothes will come off" said Margaery in a flirty voice.
Jon chuckled.
"Be careful what you wish for Lady Stark, for I am tempted to test that promise right now" said Jon teasingly.
Margaery smirked and winked at him.
"Very funny Jon" said Margaery.
Jon chuckled as the two continued eating.
Later that day...
"Make sure the food is stored in the larders as soon as you reach Moat Cailin, we will move it to Winterfell upon our return" said Ned sternly.
"And the rest of the gifts Lord Stark?" said Ser Rodrik.
"Take them straight to Winterfell... hopefully you should be there in a moons time if the weather is good" said Ned.
Ser Rodrik nodded and turned to one of the Guards who walked up to them.
"We are ready to leave My Lord" said the Guard.
Ned nodded.
"Safe journey Ser Rodrik" said Ned.
"Thank you My Lord" said Ser Rodrik bowing his head before turning around and walking towards the small convoy.
He mounted his horse in front of the two wagons and dozen Stark Guards.
Ned nodded his head to them and watched as Ser Rodrik led the convoy out of the courtyard.
The next day…
"Be sure to write to us... and make sure you look after yourself" said Ashara as she squeezed Elia tightly.
She and Ned were in the courtyard with Jon, Margaery, Robb, Lyra, Beric, Arya, Brandon and Theon.
Ashara was on her knees hugging Elia who was pressing her head into Ashara's shoulders.
Standing behind Elia were Alyssa, the Hightower's, Samwell Tarly, the Dayne's and Allyria Dondarrion nee Dayne's now 11 year old Son Baelor Dondarrion who was going to Starfall to be fostered.
Once Ashara had finished saying goodbye to Elia she let go of her and stood up.
Ned knelt down and gave Elia a tight hug.
"Remember, you behave with dignity when you are at Oldtown" said Ned softly but sternly.
"Yes Father" said Elia softly.
Ned pressed a kiss to her forehead before standing up.
Ned stepped towards Ashara who was saying goodbye to the others as Jon and the others said goodbye to Elia.
Ned stopped in front of Samwell Tarly and gave him a firm handshake.
"Good luck Samwell Tarly" said Ned sternly.
"Thank you Lord Stark" said Samwell Tarly with a degree of nervousness.
Ned nodded and stepped away allowing Jon to give Samwell Tarly a firm handshake which eventually turned into a one armed hug.
"Feel free to send ravens if you want" said Jon as he let go of Samwell Tarly.
Samwell Tarly nodded.
"I will... and who knows, maybe I can be Maester of Winterfell some day... not that there is anything wrong with Maester Lewin" said Samwell Tarly.
Jon chuckled.
"Maybe" said Jon.
He stepped away from Samwell Tarly and back over to Margaery.
They remained in the courtyard as the rather large Hightower and Dayne convoy rode out of the courtyard.
"When are we leaving for Winterfell?" said Margaery.
Jon turned to her and pulled her into him.
"We will leave with the rest of the Northerners tomorrow afternoon, with any luck we will be at Moat Cailin in around six weeks" said Jon.
"Hopefully" said Margaery softly.
Jon smiled as she traced her hand on his chest.
Later that day…
"How long until you leave?" said Myrcella Baratheon.
"Tomorrow... we have a long journey ahead of us" said Beric.
The two were walking arm in arm through one of the floral gardens followed by two House Baratheon Guards.
"How long do you think it will be before you leave the North again?" said Myrcella Baratheon keenly.
"Not for a few years at least... the North is my home, just as Kings Landing is yours" said Beric.
Myrcella Baratheon frowned slightly.
"The North will be our home then, I guess I will have to get used to the cold" said Myrcella Baratheon.
Beric inwardly sighed.
"You will get used to the cold after a few moons of living in the North, and I will see to it that you have clothing suitable for the North" said Beric.
Myrcella Baratheon nodded.
"Is it true?" said Myrcella Baratheon.
Beric turned to her.
"Is what true Princess?" said Beric.
Myrcella Baratheon sighed.
"Father told me that you refused his offer of a large keep near Summerhall... that instead we will have a much smaller keep somewhere near White Harbour" said Myrcella Baratheon in a slightly disappointed voice.
Beric sighed.
"Yes... we will be living in a small keep on The Bite, technically we will be a minor house sworn to House Manderly, since the keep is on their land" said Beric.
Myrcella Baratheon frowned.
"I just find it strange... why would you choose a smaller keep over a much larger one?" said Myrcella Baratheon curiously.
"A small keep in the North is all I need Princess, only people driven by greed seek more than what they need, I am sure you will like it" said Beric.
"But you could have been a proper Lord, with lands and people to rule over, and I would have been the Lady of your castle... what will become of us instead?" said Myrcella Baratheon in a strained voice.
Beric guided her over to a bench so they could sit down.
"Ser Oswell Whent has promised to knight me one day when I earn such an honour, and our Sons can be knights one day as well if they earn it" said Beric.
Myrcella Baratheon turned away from him with a sigh.
"You are disappointed?" said Beric.
Myrcella Baratheon quickly turned to him.
"No... not at all My Lord" said Myrcella Baratheon in an unconvincing voice.
Beric frowned.
"If you are to be my Wife... we must be honest with each other" said Beric.
Myrcella Baratheon was taken aback.
"Are you accusing me of being dishonest?" said Myrcella Baratheon angrily.
Beric sighed.
"You are disappointed that we will be living in a small keep in the North instead of a much larger castle in the Stormlands, I can hear it in your voice, please do not lie to me Princess" said Beric.
Myrcella Baratheon stood up.
"I have to go now My Lord" said Myrcella Baratheon angrily.
Beric sighed and nodded.
"All right... go on" said Beric in a defeated voice.
Myrcella Baratheon turned and walked away from him followed by the two Baratheon Guards.
Beric leaned back on the bench and exhaled.
"What the fuck have I gotten myself into?" thought Beric with annoyance as he watched Myrcella Baratheon leave the gardens.
Meanwhile…
"I was hoping you would come and see me" said Lyarra as she stepped away from the open door.
Rhaenys walked past her into the room.
Her older Sister was now 24 years of age with a curvy woman's body, tanned olive skin and long silky dark brown hair braided down her back.
As her Aunt Ashara and Arthur put it. She looked exactly like her late Mother.
To Lyarra she would be considered a beauty worthy of a King.
As Lyarra shut the door Arthur stepped in front of it to guard it.
The two girls sat down on the bed.
There was silence between them for a few moments before Lyarra moved closer to Rhaenys.
"I know" said Lyarra.
Rhaenys looked at her curiously.
"You know?" said Rhaenys curiously.
Lyarra smiled.
"I know... I know the truth" said Lyarra.
Rhaenys froze up.
Lyarra took her hand.
"I know that you are my Sister... and I'm glad" said Lyarra.
Rhaenys smiled and wrapped her in a hug.
"I think part of me has always known that you were more than a distant Cousin, we were always closer than that... and when I found out my real name I realised that you were my Sister, and that was why you went to Sunspear and never came back" said Lyarra squeezing her tightly.
"I wanted to tell you for so long... but your Mother and Lord Stark made me swear not to tell you, said it would put the both of us in danger... that it might lead to us being on the run like our Aunt and Uncle, or worse" said Rhaenys.
Lyarra nodded and let go of her Sister.
"My Mother told me the same thing... everyone in the North knows who I am, they know the truth about me and my Mother" said Lyarra.
Rhaenys nodded.
Lyarra smiled and grasped her hand squeezing it tightly.
"Come back North with us... we miss having you around" said Lyarra softly.
Rhaenys smiled and squeezed her hand.
"The North is your home Sister... just as Dorne is mine, and there are some things in life that I am not willing to give up, things that cannot come with me if I were to come North" said Rhaenys teasingly.
"You mean Merrick?" said Lyarra teasingly.
Rhaenys smirked.
"Merrick Sand does have his uses, though my Uncle Oberyn was pissed when he found out just how close we were" said Rhaenys.
"You mean he caught the two of you in the act" said Lyarra smirking.
Rhaenys chuckled.
"Yes... that is the risk of doing it in the hot springs at the Water Gardens, you never know who might see you" said Rhaenys cheekily.
Lyarra laughed.
"I do hope no one saw the two of you last night... or that you at least did it somewhere more private" said Lyarra.
Rhaenys laughed.
"Oh we ended the night in the privacy of our tent... even if we did start it on the battlements" said Rhaenys laughing.
Lyarra was shocked.
"On the battlements?" said said Lyarra in shock.
Rhaenys smirked.
"I have never seen so many stars at once... though my back was a little sore by the time he took me back to our tent" said Rhaenys cheekily.
Lyarra blushed slightly.
"And what is this whole thing with you two?" said Lyarra.
"We are just lovers, plain and simple… he is a bastard and I am an exiled Princess in hiding... if he were a nobleman I could have been his paramour, or he my Consort, but alas he is not, so we are simply lovers, and that is all we wish to be" said Rhaenys with a sigh.
Lyarra nodded before Rhaenys squeezed her hand.
"And what about you... any ideas on who will be your Husband?" said Rhaenys.
"Mother said that Asher Forrester had been offered to me by his Father, rather desperately to be honest... but I said no, and she agreed, he has a wandering eye, servants and whores are mere conquests to him, and the rumours about him and Gwyn Whitehill only make it even more unappealing" said Lyarra distastefully.
Rhaenys raised her eyebrow to her.
"I see" said Rhaenys amusedly.
"I have no desire to lie in bed waiting for him to visit me, knowing that he would have probably been with her before coming to me… and the worse rumour is that he is the Father of her bastard Daughter, even when the both of them deny it" said Lyarra distastefully.
"I bet that did not end well" said Rhaenys in surprise.
"No it did not… Uncle Ned had to give Lord Whitehill gold to keep him from calling for Asher Forrester's head, he had hoped that that would put an end to this feud, but both families have been on very thin ice with each other ever since, maybe that was why he was offered to me so quickly, though I doubt that would have stopped Asher Forrester from frequenting Gwyn Whitehill's bed" said Lyarra distastefully.
Rhaenys slowly nodded.
"And these reasons have nothing to do with the Prince?" said Rhaenys casually.
Lyarra turned red and her eyes widened in surprise.
"No... why?" said Lyarra nervously.
Rhaenys smirked.
"Because he loves you... and you love him" said Rhaenys.
Lyarra frowned before she felt herself get pulled into a hug by Rhaenys.
"Go and tell him" said Rhaenys softly.
"I cannot... we can never be together" said Lyarra flatly.
"Says who... he is a Prince, I bet he would give up that crown for you, our ancestor Prince Duncan Targaryan did that for a common girl" said Rhaenys.
Lyarra sighed.
"I cannot" said Lyarra.
Rhaenys stood up pulling Lyarra up with her.
"Yes you can... and you are going to tell him right now" said Rhaenys sternly.
Lyarra sighed but kept quiet as she allowed Rhaenys to lead her towards the door.
Meanwhile…
"Did I make the right choice... accepting that betrothal?" said Beric as he glanced at Arya from his chair.
Beric was sat at the table in her chambers while Arya was moving around part of the room practising her sword play.
Arya turned to him.
"You said you would marry a girl you barely knew... what's worse is that she is a Southern flower who knows nothing of the North" said Arya.
Beric sighed.
"Why did you even accept it in the first place... its not like Father or the King forced you to accept it" said Arya sternly.
Beric sighed.
"She is a nice girl, and I found her pretty... I had thought that with time we could grow closer" said Beric flatly.
"And now you think differently?" said Arya.
Beric nodded.
"She does not like the fact that I wish to live in a small keep on The Bite instead of a castle in the Stormlands... and she was angry when I called her out on it" said Beric bitterly.
Arya sighed and sheathed her sword.
"Why… is a small keep in the North not good enough for her?" said Arya bitterly.
"Obviously not" said Beric.
"What are you going to do about it?" said Arya sitting down next to him.
Beric sighed and rubbed his face with both hands.
"What can I do... we have to be married, I just have to hope that she might change in four years" said Beric standing up and walking towards the balcony.
"Tell Father you want to break the betrothal" said Arya hotly.
Beric sighed.
"No... Father will not accept that, nor will the King, if anything he will be insulted by it... I made my bed, now I have to lie in it" said Beric flatly.
"But-" said Arya.
"Leave it Arya... I do not want to talk about it any more" said Beric quickly cutting her off.
"Fine" said Arya bitterly.
The next day...
Jon strapped his new battleaxe to the saddle of his black and grey Northern Stallion before walking over to Margaery who was stood next to her own Northern Stallion.
He gave her a quick kiss before helping her up onto her horse.
"Are you sure you do not wish to go in the wheelhouse... my Mother did offer once again" said Jon as he placed her foot into the footrest.
Margaery smiled and bent down towards him.
"And I have said three times now, I like to ride" said Margaery.
Jon smirked.
"Aye... you do love a good ride" said Jon teasingly.
"Shut up" said Margaery teasingly.
Jon chuckled and stepped away from her walking back to his horse.
A few minutes after he mounted up he, Ned and Robb led their convoy out of the courtyard.
As they spotted the large convoy of Northerners waiting for them a short distance from Highgarden Margaery rode up alongside Jon.
"Are we riding with all of them?" said Margaery sounding surprised.
Jon turned to her with a smirk.
"We are... all of us are going North together" said Jon.
"And it will take us six weeks to get back to Winterfell?" said Margaery.
"In a convoy as big as that... definitely, and it is highly unlikely that we will stay in any castles until we reach Moat Cailin, not with a party this large" said Jon.
"We will make camp near Bitterbridge tonight... with any luck we should be there just before nightfall" said Ned.
Jon and Robb nodded.
Once they reached the larger Northern party they all started riding towards the Gold Road.
Near Bitterbridge – 298 A.C
Six hours later...
Ned dismounted his horse in the middle of a large lush green field as the rest of their party stopped around him.
Beric, Theon and Jory Cassel walked up to him along with half a dozen Stark Guards.
"Set up our camp, and get a few fires going" said Ned.
"Yes Lord Stark" said Theon and Jory Cassel bowing their heads before walking away.
Ned nodded.
"You boys will have to help set up your own tents" said Ned.
Beric nodded.
"Yes Father" said Beric.
Ned turned and walked towards Ashara's wheelhouse as it stopped a few feet away from him.
They spent the next half an hour putting a massive camp site up complete with three large fires away from the main cluster of tents.
One hour later...
Jon pulled Margaery down next to him as she held onto a piece of mutton.
Margaery leaned into Jon's chest as they sat around one of the fires with Robb, Lyra, Theon, Beric, Arya, Lyarra, Brandon and several other Northerners around their age who were all either enjoying their mutton or drinking ale.
Margaery took a bite out of her mutton and looked at Lyra who was sat with Robb, Dacey, Jorella and Lyanna Mormont.
"How far along are you Lady Stark?" said Margaery politely.
Lyra turned to face her with a slightly curious look on her face before managing a small smile.
"Five moons" said Lyra taking a swig of water.
"And what are you hoping for, a boy or a girl?" said Margaery.
Lyra smirked.
"A little boy... I grew up with four Sister's, it would be nice to have a Son first" said Lyra.
"She does not want a Daughter because she knows our Mother will expect her to be raised the same way we were raised" said Dacey Mormont jokingly.
Margaery turned to Jon slightly puzzled.
"The women of Bear Island are trained to fight just as well as the men, to protect the island against raiders and Ironborn while the men are off fishing" said Jon taking a swig of his ale.
"Our Mother has trained us all from birth" said Lyanna Mormont.
Margaery nodded as she finished her mutton.
Jon was surprised when she turned to him silently asking for his ale.
"Seriously?" said Jon trying not to laugh.
Margaery fixed him with a stern gaze before slowly taking the mug from him.
She winked at him before taking a swig and coughing a few times.
The others chuckled as Jon took the mug from her.
"Too strong for you?" said Jon teasingly.
"Wine is much better... and thankfully I have a case of Arbor Gold in our tent" said Margaery teasingly.
Jon chuckled.
Later that night...
Jon and Margaery stumbled into their tent collapsing on the makeshift bed with their lips locked.
After several minutes Jon broke the kiss and started untying the knots on his breeches.
(Smut begins)
"Suck my cock Margaery" said Jon forcefully.
Margaery smirked and helped him get his breeches down.
Margaery licked her lips teasingly as Jon's erect manhood stood up pointing straight at her.
She glanced at Jon and placed her hands either side of his legs.
"Suck my cock... then I will take you to the heavens with it" said Jon huskily as Margaery traced her tongue up his shaft.
"Yes My Lord" said Margaery teasingly.
She suddenly opened her mouth wide around his tip before forcing half of his manhood into her mouth.
Jon growled as her head started to bob up and down on his manhood as if she was trying to suck his seed out of it.
(Smut ends)
The next morning...
"No riding clothes today My Lady?" said Mira Forrester.
She and Lyanna Mormont were stood in Jon and Margaery's tent helping Margaery get into a sky blue and bronze dress.
"I have decided to take up Lady Stark's offer and join her in her wheelhouse today, a wheelhouse is far easier on my arse than a saddle is" said Margaery jokingly causing the other girls to snicker.
"Lady Stark will be thrilled to have your company I am sure" said Mira Forrester.
"And it allows me to ride at the front with some of the others" said Jon fastening a cloak around his shoulders.
Margaery smirked and turned to Jon.
"Well I would not wish to deprive you of some male company for the day" said Margaery teasingly.
Jon chuckled and fastened his longsword and new dagger to his belt.
"We have a long ride ahead of us today... are you sure you want to spend the entirety of it in a wheelhouse?" said Jon.
"I will have your Mother, Brother and Cousin for company, that is all I need" said Margaery.
Jon chuckled.
"Well... I best go and let the Guards know that they will be taking your horse for the day, since you will not be needing it" said Jon.
"You do that My Lord" said Margaery loftily.
Jon winked at her before turning around and walking out of the tent.
Moat Cailin – 298 A.C
One and a half moons later...
"Welcome back Lady Stark" said Jon turning to Margaery.
The two were riding at the front of the convoy alongside Ned, Robb and Beric as Moat Cailin came into view along the Kings Road.
As expected they saw the heavy iron gate rise up before half a dozen mountain clansmen led by Thor Wull rode out of the gate towards them.
They met them a short distance down the road.
"Stark" said Thor Wull gruffly.
"Wull" said Ned nodding his head.
Jon, Robb and Beric nodded their heads to him.
"Follow us" said Thor Wull turning his horse around.
Ned nodded and led them behind the Wull's men towards Moat Cailin.
"We will leave for Winterfell tomorrow My Lady" said Ned turning to Margaery as they rode through the gates.
Margaery smiled.
"Lord Stark please... call me Margaery, after all I am your good daughter now" said Margaery.
Ned nodded with a small smile.
"Of course... Lady Margaery" said Ned.
Margaery bowed her head to him as she brought her horse to a halt.
The Stark's dismounted their horses in the courtyard along with the rest of the Northerners.
They spent the night having a small feast before leaving the next morning.
Winterfell – 298 A.C
Four days later...
The now much smaller convoy came to a halt in the Winterfell courtyard where Lyanna, Rodrik Cassel, Maester Lewin and the rest of their household staff were waiting for them.
The Mormonts, Umbers and the Karstarks had travelled with them to Winterfell planning to remain at Winterfell until Jon and Margaery re swear their vows in a weeks time.
They were expecting the arrival of the rest of the Northern families over the next few days.
Jon dismounted his horse before helping Margaery down from her horse.
He spotted Margaery's gaze passing over Lyanna and Lyarra with a curious glint in her eyes.
"Come with me" said Jon quickly.
Margaery jolted slightly but nodded.
Jon led her towards the gates leading to the Godswood.
They carried on walking through the Godswood until they arrived at the Heart Tree.
Jon turned to face her with a serious look on his face.
"Margaery... your a Stark now, and that means you must be told something very important" said Jon seriously.
Margaery pursed her lips and raised her eyebrow at him.
"What is it?" said Margaery sternly.
"Before I tell you... you must swear not to repeat it to anyone" said Jon.
"Tell anyone what?" said Margaery.
Jon shook his head.
"No, you have to swear it first" said Jon quickly.
Margaery remained silent for several seconds before she slowly nodded.
"All right... I swear it" said Margaery softly.
Jon sighed before revealing House Stark's greatest secret to her.
Telling her all about Lyanna and Lyarra.
Thankfully Margaery again swore not to tell her family acknowledging that it would place the Stark's in a lot of danger if she did.
After a few minutes the two walked back into the courtyard where Ned and the others were still organising the unpacking.
Jon and Margaery walked over to Talla Tarly, Mira Forrester and Lyanna Mormont who were stood by the wagon containing Margaery's belongings.
"Have Lady Margaery's things taken up to my chambers Ladies" said Jon.
The Girls nodded as three Guards made their way over to the wagon to unload it.
As the Guards and the three Girls left Septa Leona made her way towards Jon and Margaery shivering slightly.
Septa Leona was in her early 40's dressed head to toe in a dark grey Septa's dress with a light grey shawl only revealing her face.
"My Lord, My Lady" said Septa Leona.
Jon and Margaery turned to her.
"Septa Leona" said Margaery.
"Is there anything you require?" said Jon.
Septa Leona straightened up.
"Yes... would you be so kind as to direct me to your Sept, it is time for me to pray" said Septa Leona.
Jon looked at her in slight confusion.
"There is no Sept at Winterfell Septa" said Jon.
"Oh... forgive me for speaking bluntly but if there is no Sept then how do you expect your children to be raised in the light of the Seven?" said Septa Leona.
Jon felt stunned as did most of the others in the courtyard.
"Septa... you are aware that you are in the North are you not?" said Jon.
"Yes My Lord" said Septa Leona.
Jon nodded.
"And what Gods do the North follow?" said Jon.
Septa Leona was taken aback by his bluntness.
"The Old Gods" said Septa Leona in a bitter voice.
Jon nodded.
"Aye the Old Gods... and like me and my siblings, and every Stark that came before us... our children will be raised to follow the Old Gods, not the Seven" said Jon icily.
Margaery squeezed his arm.
"What Lord Stark means Septa... is that teaching our children about the Faith of the Seven will not be necessary, however you will be required to teach our future Daughters how to be Ladies, as my Mother intended" said Margaery causing Jon to turn to her.
Septa Leona bowed her head.
"I understand Lady Stark" said Septa Leona in a strained voice.
"You are welcome to pray in your chambers Septa... someone will show you to them now if you wish?" said Jon.
Septa Leona bowed her head before leaving them.
Jon turned to Margaery as Ned signalled for Vayon Poole to take Septa Leona to her chambers.
"It seems your Mother was very misinformed about how things are done in the North" said Jon.
Margaery sighed.
"Lets go for a walk" said Margaery.
She took Jon's arm allowing him to lead her towards the castle.
"Mother is desperate for me to instil some of my Southern ways into Winterfell... since I will be its lady" said Margaery.
Jon gently pulled her into him.
"That is understandable... though there are certain things that cannot change no matter what you do" said Jon.
"I know... I am just surprised that my Mother expected our children to be raised in the light of the Seven, I told her that it would not happen when she mentioned it to me before you arrived at Highgarden" said Margaery.
Jon chuckled.
Margaery turned to him.
"What?" said Margaery with an amused smile.
"Everyone North of the Neck knows that followers of the Seven view the Old Gods as heathen gods... Septon's in the south have been burning Weirwood Trees since the time of the Andal invasions" said Jon.
"Lucky for us... the Septa my Mother was so kind to send here with us can be controlled" said Margaery sweetly.
Jon raised his eyebrow at her.
"My Grandmother's lessons still have their uses Jon... even when I am here" said Margaery.
Jon chuckled as they walked into the castle.
One week later...
Jon took Margaery's hand as Ned led her over to him.
The two of them were stood at the base of the Heart Tree as gentle summer snows rained around them.
Margaery was dressed in a cream and white fur Northern style wedding dress while Jon was dressed in a black tunic and breeches with a grey House Stark cloak on his shoulders.
Behind them were the Lords and Ladies of all of the Northern Houses along with their children.
Every major and minor House in the North was here to witness and celebrate the wedding of the next Lord and Lady of Winterfell.
Rickard Karstark stood in front of Jon and Margaery with a neutral look on his face.
"Lord Jon Stark... Lady Margaery Stark, you come before the Old Gods on this night to re swear your marriage vows in their presence" said Rickard Karstark.
"I do Lord Karstark" said Jon confidently.
"I do Lord Karstark" said Margaery.
Rickard Karstark nodded.
"Lord Stark... you will now cloak your Wife in the colours of House Stark once again" said Rickard Karstark.
Jon let go of Margaery's hand before removing his cloak and draping it around Margaery's shoulders.
Rickard Karstark gave Jon a stern nod as he took Margaery's hand once more.
"If you will now swear your vows with the exchange of the rings" said Rickard Karstark.
Jon and Margaery turned to Ned taking a pair of silver rings from him.
Jon went first sliding the ring onto Margaery's finger.
"With this ring... I pledge my love, my honour and my life to you Margaery Stark" said Jon.
Margaery smiled and slid the other ring onto his finger.
"With this ring, I pledge my love, my honour and my life to you Jon Stark" said Margaery.
Jon smiled as the two turned back to Rickard Karstark.
"Now that you have re sworn your vows and exchanged rings in the presence of the Gods... you are now seen as Husband and Wife in the eyes of the True Gods, may your union be long and happy Lord and Lady Stark" said Rickard Karstark.
Jon and Margaery kissed each other for several moments before turning to face the crowd raising their joined arms to applause from the Northerners.
One hour later...
Jon and Margaery were sat in the centre of the high table along with the rest of the Stark's as they feasted and drank in relative silence.
"Lyra sends her apologies for not attending... Lady Manderly advised her not to travel in her condition" said Robb.
Margaery smiled and nodded.
"That is understandable... please give her my best wishes upon your return" said Margaery sweetly.
Robb bowed his head to her and chuckled.
"She fought tooth and nail to attend... but eventually she caved in and agreed to stay at Moat Cailin" said Robb.
Jon and the others chuckled.
After a few minutes Margaery turned to Jon.
"So what happens now?" said Margaery.
Jon took a swig of his ale.
"A feast and drinks afterwords, there is no bedding ceremony so we need not stay here all night" said Jon.
Margaery nodded.
"Very well... I suppose I could socialize with some of the Ladies while you get drunk with the men" said Margaery in a slightly teasing voice.
Jon smirked.
"Perfect" said Jon.
Margaery smirked as she continued eating.
Half an hour later...
Clutching a goblet of wine in her hands Margaery made her way over to the table where the 19 year old Walla Umber nee Wull was sat holding onto her Son Ned Umber along with a pregnant Wynafred Glover nee Manderly, Roslyn Karstark and Jeyne Karstark nee Flint.
"Ladies" said Margaery courteously.
The three Ladies turned to her and bowed their heads respectively.
"May I join you?" said Margaery.
Roslyn Karstark moved up the bench slightly allowing Margaery to sit between her and Walla Umber.
"My thanks for attending tonight Ladies" said Margaery after a few moments of silence.
The Ladies nodded to her.
Margaery sipped her wine before turning to Walla Umber and her Son.
"How old is he Lady Umber?" said Margaery.
Walla Umber looked down at her fidgeting Son with a smile.
"A year old now Lady Stark" said Walla Umber.
Margaery smiled and leaned towards Ned Umber slightly.
"Hello" said Margaery sweetly holding her finger out towards the slightly large baby.
"He might be small now... but he will be as big as his Father one day, perhaps even as big as his Grandfather" said Walla Umber with pride as Ned Umber grasped Margaery's finger.
"Hopefully better looking as well" said Roslyn Karstark teasingly.
Margaery chuckled.
"I am sure he will be Lady Karstark" said Margaery.
"His Father is not the best looking of men" said Jeyne Karstark.
Margaery and the others giggled.
Margaery smiled.
"Hopefully I will have a child of my own before too long" said Margaery softly.
"Hopefully... I had been married for two years before I finally gave Harrion a Son" said Roslyn Karstark.
Margaery smirked.
"Jon seems determined to put a child in my belly... it would not surprise me if there is not one in there already" said Margaery cheekily.
"Most men are the same the first few moons after the wedding, I found myself in my Husband's bed every night for three moons after our wedding, and most nights after that... and his enthusiasm has paid off" said Wynafred Glover with a smirk.
"Most men cannot go two or three days without sticking their cocks in a woman" said Walla Umber cheekily.
"Yet you made your own Husband go two weeks without it" said Roslyn Karstark teasingly.
Walla Umber smirked.
"Serves him right... I told him not to leave me at the time, and he did anyway, little Ned here was a little too loud for him" said Walla Umber.
Margaery chuckled.
"My Husband told me you threw a knife at your Husband when he returned to the Last Hearth" said Margaery in slight surprise.
"I did" said Walla Umber.
Wynafred Glover chuckled.
"It seems your Husband is enjoying his evening Walla" said Wynafred Glover teasingly.
Margaery and the other Ladies followed her gaze to where Smalljon Umber was playing some sort of drinking game along with Jon and Eddard Karstark. The three were downing mugs of ale to cheers and roars from the crowd with Smalljon Umber drinking more than twice as much as the other two.
"How can he drink that much?" said Margaery in slight shock.
Walla Umber smirked.
"My Husband is a big man Lady Stark... he can drink much more than most men" said Walla Umber.
"More than my own Husband it seems" said Margaery noticing Jon swaying slightly as he finished another mug of ale.
As the other Ladies chuckled at her statement Margaery started to feel more relaxed.
"Perhaps gaining their trust will be easier than I thought" thought Margaery as she sipped her wine.
Moat Cailin – 298 A.C
One and a half moons later...
Robb sat down on the bed next to an exhausted Lyra who was holding a bundle of blankets in her arms with a relieved smile on her face.
The birth of their Son Rickard Stark had been a long one lasting almost three hours.
He used a finger to peel the blankets away from Rickard's face revealing a babe with the Stark face, tufts of dark brown hair and dark brown eyes.
"I imagine Mother will be here in a few days... she said as much when I last saw her" said Robb softly as he traced his finger across his Sons cheek.
Lyra smiled and rested her head against his shoulder.
"Dacey or Mother will be here within the week... to see if he is Stark or Mormont" said Lyra exhaustedly.
Robb smirked and looked down at Rickard.
"Oh, little Rickard is all Stark, except he has your eyes" said Robb.
"Good" said Lyra sleepily as she stifled a yawn.
Robb chuckled.
"You best get some rest... I can watch over Rickard" said Robb.
Lyra sighed before nodding.
She let him take Rickard from her before slowly drifting off to sleep.
Robb moved down to the end of the bed and sat down as he held his Son who gazed up at him with his tired eyes.
After a few minutes he stood up and walked over to the door to let Alysanne and Jorella Mormont into the room.
The now 13 year old Jorella Mormont took Rickard from him holding him close to her and whispering to him.
She looked almost identical to Lyra and was taller than most 13 year old girls like all Mormont women. The only difference in looks between her and Lyra was that she had slightly longer dark brown hair halfway down her back as opposed to Lyra's shoulder length dark brown hair.
"He looks just like you Lord Stark" said Alysanne Mormont quietly as she looked down at Rickard from next to Jorella Mormont.
Robb was about to reply before the noise of snoring started to be heard from behind them.
He chuckled and turned around to see Lyra sleeping on her side as she snored rather loudly.
He smirked remembering how she had hit him when he told her that she snored rather loudly.
"She hated it every time we told her that she snored" said Jorella Mormont amusedly.
"Even Dacey does not snore that loud... and she can wake deep sleepers with her snoring" said Alysanne Mormont chuckling.
The three chuckled as they held onto Rickard while making jokes about the snoring Lyra.