Jeyne
The day of the wedding was here. It was a cool day at Riverrun, though not so cool as Jeyne knew it would be at Winterfell, and today was to see the wedding of the heir to Riverrun and a granddaughter of the Twins.
Silvermoon had misliked Riverrun it seemed, and Jeyne had at first thought to have somebody take her back to Raventree Hall entirely, she considered it doubtful Lord Tytos would agree to it. Instead, her wolf spent most days in the kennels with the dogs, and occasionally in the Godswood.
Jeyne couldn't help but note all the glances people were giving her the past few days. By now the whole castle knew of Lord Eddard Stark's bastard daughter who had fallen asleep nestles amongst the branches of the Weirwood Tree, and had fallen while she slept, injuring herself.
Lord Hoster himself took little liking to her either, that much was plain, and while Ser Edmure was a little kinder, there was still the slightest bit of warmth that was not being shown to her. Jeyne supposed that she should not have expected too much from Lady Catelyn's father and brother.
She wore a scarlet red wool dress emblazoned with direwolves today, while her cloak was red, white and black with Weirwoods and Ravens all over in the colors of House Blackwood. She had dressed a little warmly, but it didn't matter.
Her fall had not been too bad, only a little sore still after it, but it had created quite the stir nonetheless.
Jeyne tried to remember the last wedding in the customs of the seven she had attended. It had to have been long ago she realized, and she couldn't think of any. She knew from what she had heard when speaking to Princess Myrcella that the weddings done in the Light of the Seven took much longer than those of the Old Gods, but she only could pray it wouldn't be too long.
A tourney in honor of the appointment of her Lord Father to the position of Hand of the King was soon to be held they had heard soon after they had arrived at Riverrun, though Lord Tytos had not spoken to her about it yet.
She had wondered what it was she truly wanted, but she knew the answer was Jon without even thinking about it. Father, the King, Lady Catelyn, they wouldn't matter.
The ceremony began near midday, after they had eaten breakfast. It was a smaller breakfast where gifts were given to the newly wed couple. Some lords had brought lavish gifts for the pair, a splendid suit of mail presented by Lord Jonos Bracken, some old and rare books from Lord Lefford, an emerald trout brooch from Lady Whent, and countless others. Lord Tytos himself had presented Ser Edmure with a Weirwood Bow, that he had thanked them for, and for the rest they had just watched.
Ser Edmure wore a quilted doublet of blue and red wool, that was embroidered with a leaping trout in the colors of his house. He looked so much like Robb, Jeyne noticed as she looked at him, much as Jon looked so much like father, though Edmure was a man truly, while Robb was still just a boy. Their auburn hair, blue eyes, straight nose, all looked the same, though Robb's face was just a little longer.
Jeyne found his bride to be a bit more interesting. A beautiful young woman, with blond hair and blue eyes and as her name implied, fair skin. She was pretty, certainly more so than her great grandfather. She had a large bosom to boast of, and wide hips with a narrow waist, and fine features aplenty, though Jeyne could not help but notice the occasional tear that ran down her face. Jeyne remembered that twice she had wanted to cry on her own wedding day, but both times she had made herself be strong.
She wore a blue and grey dress in the colors of House Frey, as was to be expected of a daughter of the Twins.
They made a procession towards the Sept of Riverrun, which was long and slow. Jeyne had never been in a sept this full before, though thankfully neither Brynden or the rest of his family seemed too comfortable in the sept either.
They stood close to the aisle, watching as others came through. Most that streamed into the Sept were guests, and it was only eventually that some began to take up positions at the front. Ser Edmure and his father stood at the head of the Sept, between the altars of the father and the mother, waiting.
Eventually people had begun to settle themselves, and Jeyne watched as the bride was brought forward by her father, a man named Walton to the alters as well.
Jeyne soon lost track of time, as they exchanged everything in sevens. Seven vows, seven promises, seven blessings,seven songs it all passed very slowly for Jeyne.
Finally, when they had gotten to the end, the bride's father, Walton Frey, removed her cloak marking his protection, and Ser Edmure took a different cloak, blue wool with the red leaping trout of House Tully in the middle, and placed it atop the woman's shoulders. All that to change her cloak, Jeyne thought a little ruefully, remembering how Brynden had placed his own cloak in place of her's. Though in the customs of the Old Gods, the groom removed the bride's cloak as well as placed his own on her shoulders.
"With this kiss, I pledge my love!" Ser Edmure proclaimed for all to hear in the sept. The Frey girl echoed his words, though much more quietly and nervously, before the two shared their kiss.
That was the finest part, Jeyne decided, since it meant they were done with the ceremony, and could finally return to Main Hall so that they might feast for the wedding. The Septon announced them to be, "one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever," and they began to exit the Sept.
At the feast, Lord Tytos was given a seat at the High Table with many of the other lords, though only he was seated there, and the rest of them were nestled amongst lower tables.
She sat with Brynden and his brothers, while they were joined by other lordlings and maidens and knights aplenty.
There was little to note about the arrangement, save that they were as far away from Lord Bracken's daughters as the Hall would allow. Since they had arrived, Lord Tytos and Lord Jonos had not shown much warmth towards each other, and two days past the two had to be separated during dinner over an argument between them.
Jeyne had hoped their feud would not take over the wedding, and so far it seemed her prayers had been answered. Lord Hoster had been taking a care to keep the two apart as much as he could, and had spoken with each privately. There was some disputed land both wished to lay claim to, but she had understood little else.
Brynden's younger brother, Hoster, had tried explaining to Jeyne the issue, though Jeyne got lost after he had told her that much of it surrounded her marriage to Brynden. She didn't know how she felt, knowing that her own wedding had created such a problem, but she felt guilty over it.
Brynden's brothers had tried to help her feel a sister to them, but in truth that had only made her feel worse. She missed her true brothers, Rickon, and Bran, and Robb, and Jon most of all, and no matter how hard they tried, they simply didn't fill the hole missing in her heart.
All three of them, Brynden, Lucas and Hoster, were at least a foot taller than Jeyne, and all were long, with blue eyes and hair as black as the ravens that flew on their sigil.
Brynden was the oldest, a man of nine and ten, and wore a beard too. He was the heir to Raventree Hall, and the one that she had wed. When she had first heard of the match, she had felt even a little glad, knowing her father had found her the heir to a great house for her to marry, but her disappointment with him had soon grown. In public he put on the appearance of a decent enough husband, though in private he knew that he preferred the company of other men to her.
Lucas was the shortest of the three, but made for a good companion, and was the best fighter of them. Robb would like him, Jeyne decided.
Hoster was the tallest, even though he was the youngest, and still growing. At just five and ten, he was almost as tall as Hodor, who was the tallest man Jeyne had ever seen. He was also a bookish lad, who wasn't as well trained at arms as his brothers, but he was well versed in history and generally knew what was happening.
"I had hoped for more than feasting here," she heard a man was saying. This was a Piper she saw when she looked at the man. "Surely a tourney would've been held in celebration of such a wedding, but no…"
Lord Hoster isn't fond of tourneys, Jeyne remembered dimly. Robb had once asked father when he was telling them of the Tourney at Harrenhal if his mother had been there, but father had said she wasn't, since her father remained at Riverrun. When asked why, her father had just told them Lord Hoster was not fond of them, and that was that. Jeyne wasn't sure why she remembered that, but he did.
"A tourney will be held in King's Landing soon, Ser," another man said. "That is where I mean to go beginning on the morrow."
Jeyne began to sup on some of the roast pig that lay before them, as well as eating her fill of peas and carrots, while she listened to them talk.
The knights all seemed eager and hungry for glory, to win the favor of the king, or impress some girl or to make their name ring through the centuries and by winning the tourney they would all do just that.
Sansa would've found the talk most splendid, Jeyne thought to herself as she listened. But she saw there were things deeper in them that were left unsaid, like gold, that also they lusted for.
"Will we be going to the tourney?" She finally worked up the courage to ask Brynden.
Brynden seemed to be a bit in his cups by now, and it took him a moment to look at her before he realized what she had asked. "F-father… Father said that he is thinking we might… That you might wish to go to the tourney being held in honor of your father…"
Jeyne felt a bit of fear running through her. She didn't want to go to King's Landing, certainly not now… But if Lord Tytos had decided that they were to attend.
"Tell him that it is not my wish to go," Jeyne said to him.
He looked at her drunkenly. "Why not, my lady?"
"I just don't," Jeyne told him. She didn't, truly, as much as she would like to see Sansa, Arya and Bran again, it would come at the cost of seeing the king again, and Jeyne decided she would rather die than do that.
"I shall speak to him about it then," he promised, though with how drunk he was, she was not so sure that he would.
Jeyne grew tired of talking, and decided to leave. She went to go dance, waiting for someone to ask her, and quickly some man was asking for a dance from her, some homely hedge knight that she didn't know, who praised her beauty through his black teeth.
Her next partner was another hedge knight, though younger and more comely than the last, though he was a terrible dancer.
Jeyne seemed to lose track of time as she went from one partner to another until she finally found herself dancing with Ser Edmure. He proved to be courteous, though their dance was short, and they moved on shortly thereafter.
Before the calls for the bedding ceremony had risen though, Jeyne decided to leave, making for the pavilion.
She was not surprised to see Brynden was there already, though his brothers had not come to rest yet. Jeyne undressed, and put on her nightgown before she got in bed with Brynden.
He woke when she crawled beneath the furs, and Jeyne decided to move on top of him. "My lord…" She said, moving on top of him. "You have not had me since the day that we wed, and I am certain that I am not with child…"
"What would you have of me?" He asked her, uncertain.
"Your seed my lord. That we might make a son tonight," Jeyne explained to him. If he got her with child, they would not need to entertain this folly any longer.
"Jeyne… I…" He started to say in protest, though she simply put a finger to his lips, adjusting their night clothes.
"Imagine that I'm someone else," she whispered to him, as she tried to make him erect. When he finally was, she guided him into her, and rode him softly, letting out soft moans as she rocked back and forth, doing most of the work, until finally he had spent himself in her.
She rolled off of him, his seed still wet on her cunt, and began to drift off to sleep, praying that they had made a son.
Author Notes:
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