zdThe Rise Of A Dynasty
Moat Cailin – 301 A.C
Four days later…
Lord Wyman Manderly walked out onto the battlements where several archers were looking out towards the Kings Road.
He walked over to a spot where one of the archers stepped aside.
He saw at least 5000 soldiers bearing sigils of House Baratheon, House Lannister and various sell sword factions marching towards them.
He chuckled as he spotted Joffrey Baratheon riding at the front of the army with an arrogant smirk on his face.
"These Southern Cunts never learn… archers, notch" said Wyman Manderly amusedly.
All of the archers readied there bows and arrows aiming them at the oncoming army.
"Hold" said Wyman Manderly.
The army came to a halt as Joffrey Baratheon stopped his horse.
"Surrender to the rightful King of the Seven Kingdoms… or we will storm your castle and kill every one of you!" shouted Joffrey Baratheon.
Wyman Manderly and the archers roared with laughter causing Joffrey Baratheon to scowl.
"You Southern Cunts have tried to take this castle for thousands of years, and it has never been breached… run back home, or we will kill all of you!" shouted Wyman Manderly.
Joffrey Baratheon smirked and signalled for his army to attack.
Wyman Manderly smirked as the army charged down the Kings Road towards the gate after a few minutes.
Right into the firing line.
"Loose" shouted Wyman Manderly.
Arrows rained down on the Southern army cutting them down in droves.
Wyman Manderly smirked as he saw Joffrey Baratheon getting angrier and angrier while Sandor Clegane furiously shouted into his ears.
"Keep killing them boys, even those bloody Andals were not this stupid… they will flee soon" said Wyman Manderly.
The one sided battle raged on for a good hour with the invading army falling in droves before they could get close to the walls.
Eventually Joffrey Baratheon had lost too many of his men and angrily called for a retreat.
Wyman Manderly had his archers continue firing at them as the remaining 2000 Soldiers fled back up the Kings Road until they were out of range.
The Archers cheered as the Southern army fled.
"Lets see them try that again!" shouted one of the Archers.
Wyman Manderly chuckled and turned to one of the Soldiers stationed on the battlements.
"Send a rider to Harranhal… tell Lord Stark that Stannis Baratheon has moved against us" said Wyman Manderly.
"Yes My Lord" said the Soldier.
He bowed his head and walked away.
The Stoney Sept – 301 A.C
One week later...
Beric held his shield over his head as he marched towards the northern gate alongside a square group of Northerners as they moved a large battering ram towards the gate.
Their plan was to use battering rams on the northern, southern and western gates at once and try to surround the Riverlands Soldiers stationed at the Stoney Sept from three sides. As well as this they had two ladders at each gate intending to send men up onto the battlements.
Ramsey Snow had entered the Stoney Sept with 20 House Bolton Men and hidden themselves in the small town to await the time when the gates were breached.
He made sure to keep his body under his shield as he felt rocks and arrows hitting it with two arrows piercing the shield.
Once he reached the gates he quickly moved under the archway to avoid the arrows and rocks as the battering ram was positioned in front of the gates.
"Lets break it down!" roared Beric causing the Northerners to roar.
The Northerners who were manning the battering ram started ram it against the gate causing loud bangs to erupt from around them.
"Archers!" roared Theon as he took the place of one of the Northern Soldiers on the battering ram after said Soldier had fallen to an arrow in his chest.
Beric pressed himself up against the archway as arrows flew high above his head at the archers above them.
"Get the ladders up!" shouted Beric.
He waited for the ladders to be positioned against the walls before moving out of the archway keeping his shield above his head.
He quickly moved towards the ladder where Willard Manderly had started to climb up and followed him.
Making sure to keep his shield in position he quickly climbed up the ladder and followed Willard Manderly onto the battlements.
He quickly unsheathed his sword and parried the wild swing from one of the Riverlands Soldiers before slashing his throat in return.
He moved along the battlements with Willard Manderly, Asher Forrester and Arya as the battering ram kept battering against the gates which were slowly starting to break.
Twenty minutes later…
Jon unsheathed Ice and charged through the now broken gates followed by the entirety of the northern army that was stationed with them.
He swung it in a sidewards swipe gutting one of the Riverlands Soldiers in front of him as they moved through the streets towards the centre of the Stoney Sept where the majority of the enemy army was waiting for them.
"Lets kill these twats boys!" roared Jon causing the other Northerners to roar in reply as they fought their way through the streets.
One hour later…
"Get that ram over here you fuckers!" roared Greatjon Umber.
The Northerners had slaughtered the roughly 2,000 strong army stationed outside the actual sept located in the centre of the Stoney Sept and had it surrounded.
Thanks to information provided by Ramsey Snow and his men they knew that there were at least another 50 men inside the keep along with the ageing Lord Myles Blackwood of Raventree Hall who had fled when his Wife and youngest Son had yielded Raventree Hall to the Northerners four weeks earlier.
Beric clutched his left upper arm in slight pain as he watched the battering ram get pushed towards the doors.
"Get those doors down!" shouted Beric as Greatjon Umber moved over to the battering ram to help break the weakened doors down.
Fortunately it did not take them long to break through the doors into the sept.
As Jon clutched his axe in both hands and led the charge into the sept he saw the 50 Riverlands Soldiers waiting for them with their weapons sheathed.
What surprised him however was that a bound and gagged Myles Blackwood was on his knees in front of the men looking at them with a murderous look on his face.
Myles Blackwood was 6'3 tall and was around 50 years of age with long brown hair and a brown beard. He was dressed in armour with an empty sword sheath strapped to his waist.
Jon looked up at one of the Riverlands Soldiers who smirked at him.
"We surrender My Lord… and we present you with a gift, Lord Myles Blackwood" said the Soldier proudly.
Jon stiffly nodded.
"Throw down your weapons" grunted Beric as he stepped towards Jon still holding onto his arm.
The Riverlands Soldiers remained still for a few moments before unsheathing their swords and throwing them to the ground at their feet.
Jon nodded to some of the Northern Soldiers who quickly moved forwards and picked the swords up.
"Put them all in irons" said Beric.
The other Riverlands Soldiers looked on in slight confusion before all of them were seized and marched out of the sept by the Northern Soldiers.
Greatjon and Smalljon Umber dragged Myles Blackwood over to Jon and removed his gag.
"What about this one Lord Stark?" said Smalljon Umber.
Myles Blackwood looked up at Jon and spat at him causing Greatjon Umber to punch him in the stomach.
"My knees do not bend as easily as my Family's knees bent… your false king is no king of mine" spat Myles Blackwood.
Jon sighed.
"Your family bent the knee to save themselves" said Jon.
"I will not shame myself by bending the knee, nor do I wish to spend my time rotting in a cell, or freezing to death on the Wall" spat Myles Blackwood bitterly.
Jon knelt down in front of Myles Blackwood.
"Then there is only one other alternative" said Jon flatly.
Myles Blackwood stiffly nodded to him.
Jon stood up.
"Take Lord Blackwood outside… and get me a chopping block" said Jon.
Greatjon and Smalljon Umber hoisted Myles Blackwood to his feet and dragged him out of the keep.
Jon followed them into the middle of the square where several of the frightened smallfolk had started to gather around looking at Myles Blackwood as he was forced to his knees with his head rested on a small log.
Jon unsheathed Ice and walked over to Myles Blackwood.
"If you have any last words… now is the time My Lord" said Jon solemnly.
Myles Blackwood looked up at him.
"Strike hard and true Lord Stark, or you are no real man" said Myles Blackwood flatly before he lowered his head once again.
Jon moved into position next to him.
"In the name of Edric of the House Baratheon, rightful King of the Andals, the Rhoyner and the First Men, Lord Of The Seven Kingdoms, and Protector Of The Realm… I, Jon, of the House Stark, the Lord Of Winterfell, sentence you to die" said Jon flatly.
He raised Ice and sliced hard and true at Myles Blackwood's neck beheading him.
The smallfolk looked on in fear as Mors Umber picked up Myles Blackwood's head.
"We should mount it on the battlements" said Mors Umber amusedly.
Jon glared at him.
"No… send his body back to Raventree Hall… his head included, whatever his choices were the man was still a Noble Lord, he should be respected as such" said Jon sternly.
Mors Umber growled slightly before nodding.
"Very well" said Mors Umber flatly.
Jon nodded as Greatjon and Smalljon Umber dragged the former Blackwood Lord's body away.
Beric walked over to him clutching his arm.
"You should get that checked out… I will have that Healer you like tend to you" said Jon in a slightly concerned and slightly joking voice.
Beric glared at him before Martyn Glover and Torrhen Karstark helped him away.
Half an hour later…
Beric grunted as Talisa strapped a wooden brace to his upper left arm.
The two were sat in one of the small rooms in the Sept where Talisa was treating Beric's bruised left upper arm.
"Your lucky it is not broken" said Talisa amusedly.
"Lucky me" muttered Beric before wincing in pain once again.
Talisa laughed.
"It does not hurt that much" said Talisa amusedly.
Beric grunted.
"Try swapping places with me, then see how much it hurts" grunted Beric.
Talisa chuckled and finished strapping the brace to Beric's arm.
"There… all done now, no more pain… keep it on for the next day or two" said Talisa amusedly as she stood up.
Beric looked down at his braced left arm before turning back to her as she moved to leave the room.
"Talisa" said Beric.
Talisa turned around to look at him with a small smile on her face.
"Thank you" said Beric softly.
Talisa smiled.
Beric stood up.
"I wish I could do something to thank you" said Beric.
Talisa laughed.
"I am a healer My Lord… it is my job to treat the wounded" said Talisa.
Beric chuckled.
"Will you stay with me for a little while?" said Beric softly.
Talisa looked at him curiously as she took a step towards him.
"Why me My Lord, instead of your Brother's bannermen?" said Talisa amusedly.
Beric sighed and stepped towards her.
"I like your company, and you are a good listener" said Beric flatly.
Talisa looked at him curiously before managing a small smile.
"Very well… I suppose I can spare you a few more minutes of my time" said Talisa softly.
Beric smiled and sat down on one of the crates while Talisa sat down next to him.
There was a silence between them that lasted several seconds before Talisa cleared her throat.
"So… you are to be married when you crown your King… to his Sister?" said Talisa.
Beric sighed.
"That does not excite you, that you are set to marry a Princess?" said Talisa curiously.
Beric shook his head and turned to her.
"She hates my Daughter… and no doubt would cast her out of our castle one day when I am away" said Beric sadly.
Talisa looked at him in slight shock.
"You have a Daughter?" said Talisa.
Beric smiled and nodded.
"Leyla… Leyla Snow… she is a bastard, but still my Daughter, something my future Wife could never accept" said Beric flatly.
Talisa slowly took his left hand and gave it a small squeeze.
"How old?" said Talisa.
"She is 2 now… but I have not seen her for over a year" said Beric sadly.
"So, if you do not wish to marry this Princess… who would you rather marry instead?" said Talisa.
Beric chuckled.
"I would marry you" said Beric without thinking.
He froze up slightly and turned red as he realised what he just said.
Talisa looked at him in shock as she blushed.
"Maybe in another life we could have been Husband and Wife… but I am sure you will be happy with your future Wife, and maybe she will come to accept your Daughter with time" said Talisa letting go of his hand.
Beric sighed.
"Forgive me if I made you uncomfortable My Lady" said Beric flatly.
Talisa smiled and stood up.
"Think nothing of it My Lord" said Talisa with a strained smile.
Beric stood up in front of her.
"Do you need my help in getting your supplies from the Maester's?" said Beric in a slightly hopeful voice.
Talisa smiled and placed her hands on his chest gently pushing him back.
"I can manage just fine My Lord… you need to rest so your arm can heal" said Talisa in a strained voice.
She turned around and left him before he could reply causing him to sigh.
Later that night…
Jon, Robb, Lyra, Theon, Beric and Arya were sat in Jon's tent drinking wine in moderate silence before Rickard Karstark appeared in the entrance of the tent.
They had set up camp outside the Stoney Sept while most of the Northerners and their men had gone into the small town to enjoy the brothel and the taverns.
"A rider arrived not ten minutes ago Lord Stark… from Harranhal" said Rickard Karstark.
Jon nodded and stood up.
He walked towards the Karstark Lord and took the scroll from him thanking him.
As Jon unrolled the scroll Rickard Karstark bowed his head and left them.
Jon
His Grace Edric Baratheon is laying siege to Riverrun alongside the Reach Loyalists and the majority of the Vale army. At this moment I am remaining at Harranhal with your Uncle Arron and Cousins along with their men.
You are ordered to return to Harranhal with your men so we can ride for Riverrun to link up with the rest of our army.
Our peace terms with Daenerys Targaryan have also been successful and she is currently at Winterfell with your Mother and Brother. Your Aunt Lyanna and Uncle Arthur have already joined us at Harranhal and we await your return.
Unfortunately Stannis Baratheon and his army were defeated at Kings Landing as a Reach army led by the Tyrell's came to their aid before Stannis could breach the city. Our scouts report that Stannis has returned to Storms End while Tywin Lannister is fleeing back to Casterly Rock with what remains of his army.
Eddard Stark
Warden Of The North and Hand Of The King
Jon sighed and rolled the parchment up.
"Father is ordering us to return to Harranhal" said Jon.
Robb and the others stood up.
"And what of our plans to march to Pinkmaiden to gather more supplies?" said Robb.
Jon sighed.
"We will not be marching for Pinkmaiden… the Tyrells have risen against us and sided with the Tully's… and right now we are too close to the Reach, we have to leave as soon as the sun comes up" said Jon bitterly.
Robb took the scroll from him and read it.
"Theon… go into the town and find the others, make sure they come back to camp, we will need all the rest we can get" said Robb.
Theon scowled before stalking out of the tent.
Jon and the others left the tent intent on finding the elder Lord's to inform them of their orders.
The Shore of The Gods Eye – 301 A.C
Five nights later…
Beric sheathed his sword and placed it and his whetstone on the makeshift table before turning to the entrance of his tent where someone was waiting for him.
Talisa.
"Talisa" said Beric in surprise.
Talisa smiled and walked into the tent.
"How is your arm?" said Talisa stepping towards him.
"Better now... thanks to you" said Beric softly.
Talisa glanced down at the ground with a hint of pink on her cheeks.
Neither said another word for several moments before Beric slowly took her hand in his.
"I never thanked you... for getting me those supplies" said Talisa looking up at him.
Beric smiled.
"You need not thank me" said Beric humbly.
Talisa smiled at him causing Beric to feel that familiar warm feeling to stir inside of him again.
"Do you know why I came to Westeros My Lord?" said Talisa softly.
"Will you tell me?" said Beric.
Talisa smiled.
"I was born into one of the oldest and richest families in Volantis… I was taught how to sew, how to dance, to play the harp, to spend my time with the other rich Ladies at court, and eventually marry a suitable young man" said Talisa softly.
The two of them sat down while Beric poured wine for both of them.
Talisa sipped her wine.
"One day when I was 14… my Parents were away for a wedding, in Volantis wedding celebrations last for days at a time… it was the hottest day of the summer, so me and my 6 year old Brother ran down to the Rhoyne to swim with the other Nobles and Commoners" said Talisa.
Beric sipped his wine and moved a little closer to her.
"I was supposed to be watching over him… but I was having so much fun that I failed to keep my eye on him, and when I could not find him I kept shouting for him, but no one would help" said Talisa sadly.
Beric slowly took her hand in his.
"And then after a few minutes I found him… lying face down in the Rhoyne, I ran over to him and pulled him out… I remember holding him in my arms pleading with him to wake up, but he would not wake, I thought he was dead" said Talisa sadly.
Beric squeezed her hand in support as she sipped her wine.
"I do not know how much time had passed… before a man pushed me to the floor, he had the tattoo of a fish on his cheek, meaning he was a slave fisherman… all the slaves are marked so you know what they are without having to ask" said Talisa bitterly.
"What happened?" said Beric.
Talisa sighed.
"You must understand… for a slave to push a Noble Girl means death in the most horrible of ways, but he pushed me aside, and I watched him push at my Brother's chest… until his eyes opened and he coughed up half of the Rhoyne, he saved his life… and despite my pleas, he was tortured and killed for it" said Talisa sadly.
Beric moved closer to her and squeezed her hand.
"I made a choice that day… I decided that when I was old enough I would never live in a city with slavery again… so when I was 17 I gathered every piece of my inheritance, and boarded the first ship to Westeros, I found lodgings and work as a Healer in a town near Seaguard" said Talisa.
Beric downed his wine and stood up before pulling Talisa to her feet.
"I am glad you came to Westeros" said Beric confidently.
Talisa smiled and placed her wine on the table.
"Me too" said Talisa softly as she took a step closer to him.
Taking the initiative Beric brought his hands up to her shoulders.
He was relieved when she made no effort to step away.
"Talisa... I do not want to marry Myrcella Baratheon" said Beric softly.
Talisa brought her hand up to his cheek.
"I do not want you to marry her either, it would not be fair for you to marry a Girl who makes you so unhappy" said Talisa.
Beric leaned forwards and kissed her.
(Smut begins)
Talisa eagerly returned his kiss and pushed him back towards his makeshift bed as the two pulled each other's clothes off on the way.
After several seconds the two fell onto the bed as Talisa mounted his hips sinking down onto his manhood earning groans out of the two as they finally joined together.
"I meant what I said the other day… I want to marry you instead, you will make me happy, I know you will" said Beric huskily as she raised herself up before dropping back down.
Talisa moaned and laughed.
"We can talk about that later" moaned Talisa.
Beric groaned as she clenched around his manhood and leaned down into his ear.
"For now... lets just enjoy this moment" whispered Talisa as she rode him.
"Your so beautiful" said Beric.
Talisa smirked and kissed his ear.
"And your a sweet talker, now give me a good fucking" said Talisa.
Beric moaned and wrapped his arms around her shoulders holding her into him as he started thrusting upwards into her.
"Ughh... mmm, that's better" moaned Talisa.
Beric groaned and kissed her as he lowered his hands to her arse rubbing and spreading her cheeks.
Talisa smirked and bit his lip.
"Do you like my arse?" said Talisa in a sultry voice as she steadied herself on his chest.
Beric groaned.
"Nothing in the North has an arse like this, so nice and firm" said Beric huskily.
Talisa moaned and started thrusting her hips down matching his thrusts for the next few minutes before she started to quiver.
"Let go Talisa, let go" groaned Beric grunting as he knew she was close.
Talisa moaned as she came undone on top of him and kissed him.
"Your turn My Lord, let go, give in to the inevitable" whispered Talisa huskily as she clenched her walls around his manhood.
Beric grunted and kissed her before pushing himself deep inside her and spilling his seed into her.
The two separated after a few moments as Beric slowly pulled his manhood out of her.
(Smut ends)
"Mmm... that was good" said Talisa in a sultry voice kissing his neck.
Beric kissed her and pulled the covers up to their chests.
"Good?" said Beric huskily.
Talisa chuckled.
"Very good, is that better?" said Talisa.
Beric smirked.
"We could do it again… many times if you wish, I know I want to do it again" said Beric softly.
Talisa raised her eyebrow at him.
"And how do you propose we do that?" said Talisa.
Beric stroked her cheek and locked eyes with her.
"We will be arriving at Harranhal tomorrow... there is a Godswood on the Isle Of Faces, take my name... become Lady Talisa of House Stark, let me love and honour you as a woman should be loved and honoured by her Husband, let me marry the woman I want to marry, and I will be a good Husband to you" said Beric softly.
Talisa paused for several moments before smiling and nodding.
"Lady Talisa of House Stark... I like it" said Talisa softly.
Beric swiftly kissed her.
"Good… because I only want you, I might have said it without thinking the other day but I meant it, I want you to be my Wife, I want you to have my children" said Beric.
Talisa smirked.
"How many children do you want?" said Talisa cheekily.
Beric shrugged his shoulders.
"A few... my little girl will want a few Brothers and Sisters" said Beric.
Talisa smiled.
"I look forward to meeting her" said Talisa.
Beric smiled and kissed her.
"At least you want to see her... she was one of the reasons I wanted out of that betrothal to Myrcella Baratheon" said Beric softly as he pressed kisses to her shoulder and neck.
"I still find it hard to believe how your Daughter can be a reason for you wanting out of a betrothal" said Talisa.
Beric sighed.
"Like I said… she would not accept the fact that Leyla would be living with us when we married... I am all Leyla has in this world, if Myrcella had her way she would see to it that I never saw my Daughter" said Beric bitterly.
Talisa sighed.
"Said no bastard would get in the way of our future children, that she would not allow Leyla to steal their birthright" said Beric bitterly.
Talisa pressed her head into his chest.
Beric looked down at her and kissed her forehead.
"Will you be a Mother to her?" said Beric softly.
Talisa tensed up for a few moments before kissing his chest and nodding.
"I will" said Talisa.
Beric smiled and pressed his chin to her forehead as they laid there in each others arms.
"Thank you" said Beric softly.
"Mmhmm... enough talk for now, more sleep" whispered Talisa.
Beric smiled and kissed her before getting comfortable with her against him.
"I'm glad you came to Westeros" said Beric softly.
"You said that already… before you fucked me" said Talisa as she snuggled against his chest.
"Then I am glad you came to my tent tonight at least" said Beric.
Talisa chuckled.
"I bet you are… since it let you wet your cock inside me" said Talisa amusedly.
Beric chuckled and lowered his hand to her thigh pulling it over his hip.
"I told you we should sleep" said Talisa amusedly before hissing slightly as she felt the tip of his still hard manhood pressing against her womanhood.
Beric tilted her head up to him and kissed her.
"And what if I want to have you again… right now, what if I want to feel the unbelievable heat of your lovely tight cunt again?" said Beric huskily.
Talisa smirked.
"On another night I might have said yes… but not this night" said Talisa.
Beric nodded and kissed her forehead as he let go of her thigh.
"My Mother will love you as soon as she sees you, as will my Father" said Beric softly.
Talisa smiled.
"Your King will not be happy though… that you have broken your oath to marry his Sister" said Talisa softly.
Beric sighed and kissed her.
"The King can say what he wants, no man can force another man to marry if he does not wish to do so, not even a King" said Beric.
"Somehow I doubt that" said Talisa.
Beric smiled and pulled her against him.
"You will be a Stark, and you will give me Stark children… why should we care about what the King says, you will be my Wife by the time we see him at Riverrun" said Beric softly.
Talisa chuckled and kissed his chest.
Beric held her head against his chest as the two laid there eventually drifting off to sleep.
Harrnahal – 301 A.C
The next day…
Ned sighed as he looked out of the window at the ruined courtyard of Harranhal with a stony look on his face as he sipped from his goblet of wine.
"And you plan to marry her?" said Ned flatly.
Beric sighed from his seat around the large table in the makeshift Solar.
"I do Father… tomorrow on the Isle Of Faces, with your blessing I hope" said Beric flatly as he sipped his wine.
Ned sighed and turned to look at his Son.
"You are promised to another… you swore to marry her yourself" said Ned.
"I know Father… but I want to marry Talisa, not Princess Myrcella, I will be happy with Talisa" said Beric flatly.
Ned stiffly nodded to him.
"You laid with her?" said Ned in a slightly frustrated voice.
Beric stood up.
"I did yes… and I intend to make her my Wife" said Beric sternly.
Ned sighed.
"You truly care for this girl?" said Ned.
"I do" said Beric.
Ned sighed and nodded
"Then you will have my blessing… and you will tell the King why you have broken your oath to his Sister" said Ned flatly.
Beric nodded.
"Thank you Father" said Beric.
Ned nodded.
"Your new wife will travel to Winterfell after your wedding" said Ned.
Beric looked at him in slight shock.
"But she is a healer Father… she is needed here" said Beric.
Ned sighed.
He remained silent in deep thought for several moments.
"Fine… she can stay here, but if you get her pregnant then she will be sent back to Winterfell without argument" said Ned.
Beric gritted his teeth in frustration.
"Fine" said Beric.
Ned nodded and took a step towards his Son placing his hand on his shoulder.
"I am happy for you… but you know what you are doing will offend His Grace, and you must face the consequences of your actions" said Ned solemnly.
Beric sighed and nodded.
"I understand Father" said Beric.
He turned around and left the makeshift Solar.
The Isle Of Faces – 301 A.C
The next night…
Beric smiled as he slid the ring onto Talisa's finger.
"I pledge my love, my life and my honour to you Talisa Maegyr" said Beric confidently.
The two were stood under the base of one of the Weirwood Trees with Greatjon Umber.
Ned, Lyanna, Jon, Robb and Arya were stood behind them.
"Now that you have exchanged rings and vows… you may now kiss your bride Lord Stark" said Greatjon Umber.
Beric placed his hand on Talisa's cheek and kissed her before a gentle applause broke out from the rest of his family.
The two of them walked back down to the row boats where several Guards were waiting to take them back to Harranhal.
Harranhal – 301 A.C
One and a half hours later…
Beric rolled them over so that he was on top as he kissed her.
The two were naked and grinding their bodies against each other groaning from the friction.
They were in their bed in their chambers in one of the five towers having headed straight for their chambers as soon as they returned to Harranhal.
"I love you" groaned Beric as he looked down at her.
Talisa groaned and kissed his neck.
"Show me" groaned Talisa as she peppered kisses to his neck and chest.
Beric smirked and gripped her wrists moving her hands beside her head.
(Smut begins)
Talisa leaned up and kissed him before moaning into his mouth as he slid into her.
"God's your perfect… and you feel incredible" groaned Beric as he started to slowly thrust in and out of her.
Talisa bit his lower lip.
"Mmm… I feel incredible, then you best show me how incredible I feel to you, by consummating this marriage" said Talisa in a sultry voice.
Beric groaned and swiftly attacked her breasts with his mouth.
"Shame though… I wanted to run my tongue over your hot wet cunt first" groaned Beric.
Talisa moaned and pulled his head up to hers.
"Can you feel how wet I am… can you feel me soaking your cock up as it slams in and out of me?" moaned Talisa wrapping her arms around his back.
Beric growled.
"Yes… and it feels so good" growled Beric pressing himself into her as he started to pick up the pace.
Talisa smirked.
"I was soaked as soon as my Husband pressed his cock against my cunt… I did not need his tongue to get me even wetter first" said Talisa moaning as she tightly wrapped her legs around his waist.
Beric kissed her.
"But I wanted to get you even wetter with my tongue" said Beric huskily.
Talisa chuckled and latched her mouth onto his neck.
"There will be time for that in the morning… now fuck me… fuck me, seed me and then fuck me again, we have all night, best not waste any of it" said Talisa in a sultry voice.
Beric growled.
"Oh fuck Talisa" growled Beric.
(Smut ends)
Winterfell – 301 A.C
One week later…
Margaery was sat on the bed in her chambers playing with Ellara when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in" said Margaery not looking up from Ellara.
The door opened and Maester Lewin walked inside holding onto a sealed raven scroll with a solemn look on his face.
She turned to Maester Lewin as he walked towards her.
"From Highgarden My Lady" said Maester Lewin handing the scroll to her.
Margaery slowly unrolled the scroll and read it.
Margaery
Though your Husband is rebelling against the Crown you need not worry for your safety. Once the Rebels are defeated and the false King and Queen are executed the Queen is willing to let you remain as Lady Of Winterfell and Warden Of The North until your Son Torrhen comes of age. But it is important that once the war is over and the rebels are defeated that you pledge your fealty to the Queen or she will not allow you to retain your position at Winterfell.
Your Grandmother, Olenna Tyrell
Margaery sighed and stood up holding onto the scroll and Ellara.
She walked over to the fire and threw the scroll into it.
"Wait a moment Maester" said Margaery flatly.
Maester Lewin bowed his head as Margaery placed Ellara in her crib at the foot of the bed.
She sat down at her small table and started to write a raven scroll of her own.
Grandmother
I urge you to reconsider your alliance with the false Queen Minisa of Houses Martell and Baratheon and instead pledge yourselves to your rightful King Edric of the House Baratheon. If you do not do so then you will no doubt suffer the consequences of your treason at the end of the war and I have no desire to see you executed for siding with the traitors.
Lady Margaery Stark
Margaery sighed and sealed the scroll with the Stark sigil.
She turned to Maester Lewin and handed the scroll to him.
"Send it to Highgarden Maester" said Margaery flatly.
Maester Lewin paused for several moments before nodding his head.
"Yes Lady Stark" said Maester Lewin solemnly as Margaery turned around and walked back over to the Ellara's crib picking her up once again.
Maester Lewin turned and walked out of Margaery's chambers quietly closing the door behind him.
Margaery sighed and walked over to the open balcony with Ellara in her arms.
She looked out at the night sky with a slightly heavy heart.
"Why did you side with the traitors Grandmother, now you have made things even more difficult" thought Margaery sadly.
She stood there in silence for several minutes before she caught the sight of a single raven flying away from Winterfell in a southern direction.
Riverrun – 301 A.C
Two days later…
The large castle of Riverrun was located near the banks of the Red Fork on the water making it impossible to breach the walls from the mainland. The only way into Riverrun was by using one of the two drawbridges connecting the castle to the mainland which turned the castle into a small island when the drawbridges were raised.
The actual castle was roughly the same size of Winterfell with multiple buildings and towers encased in a large thick cream stone wall along with several courtyards, stables and barracks.
Ned and the others rode to the top of the hill overlooking the large campsite surrounding Riverrun complete with half a dozen siege towers and trebuchets along with deep trenches dug several metres away from the edge of the campsite.
They looked at Riverrun seeing that the drawbridges were raised while dozens of archers manned the battlements.
Ned turned to Halys Hornwood and Galbart Glover who were besides him.
"Have a gallows built near the drawbridge, but not too near" said Ned flatly.
The two Lords nodded and rode away from him as Ned led the army down the hill into the campsite.
Ten minutes later…
Ned, Rickard Karstark, Greatjon Umber, Wylis Manderly, Helman Tallhart, Roose Bolton and Maege Mormont walked into the command tent where Edric Baratheon was sat around the table with Gendry, Arron Dayne, Baelor Hightower, Randyll Tarly, Yohn Royce, Horton Redfort and Selwyn Tarth as they ate a small meal.
The Lord's and King looked up at them and nodded their heads with greetings of "My Lord's" and "Lord Stark".
Ned and the others nodded before Ned turned to Selwyn Tarth.
"It is good to see that you have pledged to support your rightful King Lord Tarth" said Ned humbly.
Selwyn Tarth nodded his head.
"There are those of us in the Stormlands who remain loyal Lord Stark, I pledged to fight for my King as I fought for his Father before him… as do most of the Marcher Lord's" said Selwyn Tarth proudly.
Ned nodded and took the seat offered to him by Yohn Royce before he poured himself a cup of wine.
"Get word into Riverrun… tell Hoster Tully I want a parley" said Ned solemnly.
He glanced up at Edric Baratheon as the other Lord's muttered in disagreement.
Edric Baratheon nodded after several seconds.
"Very well Lord Stark… Lord Tarly will see it done" said Edric Baratheon as Randyll Tarly gritted his teeth.
Randyll Tarly stiffly nodded.
"Of course Your Grace" said Randyll Tarly.
Edric Baratheon nodded before he resumed eating his food.
Two hours later…
Ned walked out onto the small wooden ledge where the drawbridge was expected to land when lowered.
He looked up at the battlements where several archers aimed bows and arrows and crossbows at him.
Greatjon Umber, Rickard Karstark, Maege Mormont, Selwyn Tarth, Baelor Hightower and Beric Dondarrion were stood slightly behind him.
After several tense moments the drawbridge slowly started to lower with a grinding noise.
Once it was all the way down Hoster Tully walked out onto the drawbridge with a bitter look on his face.
Hoster Tully was now a medium length grey haired man of 66 years of age. He was dressed in boiled black leather House Tully armour and chainmail with his longsword at his side.
He glanced at the other's before fixing Ned with an icy glare.
"Lord Stark" said Hoster Tully icily.
"Lord Tully" said Ned flatly.
Hoster Tully looked past them to the edge of the campsite where a makeshift gallows had been constructed.
On the gallows were six Riverlands Soldiers who had been taken prisoner at the Stoney Sept.
The Soldiers had ropes around their necks and were stood on large barrels while Roger Ryswell was stood next to them.
"And what will it take for you to remove the ropes from their necks?" said Hoster Tully.
Ned glanced back at the gallows before turning back to Hoster Tully.
"Your surrender" said Ned flatly.
Hoster Tully chuckled.
"You expect me to surrender this castle to you and your bastard King… I was born in this castle Lord Stark, and I am prepared to die in it, as are each and every one of my men" said Hoster Tully bitterly.
"No one has to die here Lord Tully" said Ned flatly.
"You have put my home under siege… and it will be a long siege, we have enough provisions for three years, three years you do not have, especially if our Queen sends men to break your siege, if she has not done so already" said Hoster Tully.
Ned sighed.
"His Grace has given orders that for each day you do not surrender… one of the men you see will be hanged, if we run out of men, your Son and his fellow Lords will take their places" said Ned flatly.
Hoster Tully scowled.
"Do your worst Lord Stark" said Hoster Tully.
Ned nodded.
"Very well" said Ned.
He turned around and walked away from the Tully Lord followed by the others.
As he walked away he heard the sound of the drawbridge being raised behind him.
Later that night…
"If that is true Lord Stark… then we would be wise to abandon this siege and return to Harranhal" said Randyll Tarly gruffly.
Ned sighed.
He was stood in the command tent with Arron, Rickard Karstark, Greatjon Umber, Galbart Glover, Maege Mormont, Roose Bolton, Edric Baratheon, Randyll Tarly, Baelor Hightower, Selwyn Tarth and Yohn Royce.
"If we retreat now… then we will be caught between two armies waiting for them to catch up to us" said Baelor Hightower.
Greatjon Umber scoffed.
"The Kings In The North threw back armies bigger than that for hundreds of years, I say we fight them here" said Greatjon Umber gruffly causing Maege Mormont and Rickard Karstark to nod in agreement.
Randyll Tarly and some of the other southern Lord's voiced their disapproval.
Edric Baratheon stood to his feet.
"Forget about your disagreements… this is what we will do" said Edric Baratheon gruffly.
The other's turned to face him as he started to explain his plan to them.
Half an hour later…
Beric was laid in his bed in just his breeches with Talisa in his arms who was only dressed in her smallclothes.
As the two heatedly kissed each other they heard the tent flaps get brushed aside. After a few seconds Beric saw Shadow raise his head in the direction of the tent flaps as he tore Talisa's smallclothes off.
Beric followed Shadow's gaze and sighed when he saw who his late night visitor was.
Edric Baratheon was staring at him with a bitter look on his face while Barristan Selmy was stood at his side looking on with a disappointed look.
"Your Grace" said Beric standing up as Talisa pulled the sheets over her body.
Edric Baratheon scowled.
"It is true then… you are a married man" said Edric Baratheon bitterly.
Beric sighed.
"I am yes" said Beric flatly.
"I see the vow you swore to my late Father meant nothing to you… you swore to marry my Sister and you broke your word" said Edric Baratheon bitterly.
Beric sighed.
"My vow meant a lot to me, as does my honour… but your Sister could not accept certain things about our future marriage, and that helped me make the decision I made, I do not regret what I did" said Beric flatly.
Suddenly he felt a fist connect with his nose breaking it causing him to fall to his knees.
He quickly glanced at Shadow who was snarling ready to attack Edric Baratheon.
"Easy Boy" said Beric quickly.
Shadow turned to Beric and calmed down as Beric covered his bloody nose with his hand.
Beric looked back up at Edric Baratheon as Talisa got out of bed and knelt besides him holding the sheets around her body.
"What is done is done Your Grace, we cannot change it" said Beric wincing slightly as Talisa pulled his hand away from his broken nose to treat it.
Edric Baratheon growled.
"This is far from over Lord Stark… you will apologize to my Sister and beg for her forgiveness for breaking your vow to her, and I will decide what to do to you after that" said Edric Baratheon bitterly.
Beric sighed and nodded.
"Fine… Your Grace" said Beric flatly as Talisa pressed a damp cloth against his broken nose.
Edric Baratheon turned and walked out of the tent without another word.
Beric sighed before wincing slightly as he felt Talisa wipe the blood from his face.
Winterfell – 301 A.C
Two nights later…
"So what was it like… being married to a Dothraki Khal?" said Rhaenys as she sipped her wine.
She was sat around a small table in the hall with Visenya and Daenerys as they shared a bowl of candy plum sweets and Arbor Gold wine while the now nearly three moon pregnant Visenya had opted for water instead.
Daenerys leaned forwards and helped herself to one of the sweets.
"Not as bad as you might believe actually" said Daenerys casually.
"Not as bad as we might believe?" said Visenya curiously.
Daenerys nodded.
"True… it was rather difficult at first, especially when I could not speak Dothraki… and he only knew one word from the common tongue" said Daenerys.
"And what word was that?" said Rhaenys with a hint of amusement in her voice.
"No… that is all he could say to me" said Daenerys as she sipped her wine.
"I bet that made for some interesting conversations" said Rhaenys as she sipped her wine.
Daenerys smirked.
"At first yes… but then I learned how to speak to him, and how to make him listen to me" said Daenerys.
"And how exactly did you do that?" said Visenya.
"I learned how to speak Dothraki… and how to take charge in bed, make him like what I liked" said Daenerys as she helped herself to another sweet.
"I bet he liked that… given that the Dothraki are rather fixed on doing it in a certain way, or so I heard" said Rhaenys with a cheeky smile.
Daenerys laughed.
"He soon learned to like it, just as I learned to like him" said Daenerys.
Visenya smiled.
"You loved him?" said Visenya softly.
Daenerys managed a sad smile.
"I did… even after he killed my Brother I still loved him… I loved him right up until the day I burned his body, and my children were born" said Daenerys sadly.
"Word reached us in Dorne that he had killed your Brother in a rather… gruesome way" said Rhaenys.
Daenerys sighed.
"He was a fool… threatening to cut my unborn Son from my womb, and he drew his sword against me in front of Drogo, you cannot carry weapons in Vaes Dothrak" said Daenerys flatly.
"Your Brother sounds just like the monster we heard he was" said Visenya.
Daenerys sighed.
"He was not always like that… when we were younger, after assassins had killed our protectors he was different, he would always make sure I was fed and protected, even if it meant he did not eat himself" said Daenerys sadly.
Visenya and Rhaenys glanced at each other.
"But it did not last long… when we were taken in by Illyrio Mopatis he changed, he would abuse me to no end, both physically and verbally… told me that if I ever made him angry that I would wake the dragon" said Daenerys sadly.
Visenya sighed and slowly took Daenerys's hand.
"It took a long time before I was able to finally stand up to him, and it felt good when I did" said Daenerys flatly.
Visenya squeezed her hand in support.
They carried on talking over wine and sweets for the next hour before finally heading back to their respective chambers when they were tired.