A/N
Next chapter will be posted within 2 weeks. Concrit is welcome.
Dany sat up with a start, sucking in a breath as though she'd just come up for air. Her blood was pumping, and her shift was damp from sweat. Startled at first by Jon's warm touch, she soon relaxed within his arms.
The dream came back to her in a flood of images and voices echoing inside her head. Walder Frey's voice repeating, forever young.
Death and blood flashed before her eyes.
She felt nauseous and hid her face against his neck, focusing her attention on his steady heartbeat.
"What's wrong, love?", he asked softly. "Another dream?"
She felt herself freeze before she whispered, "It was terrible."
He pulled her hair back from her face and wiped away her tears. "What happened?"
"It was like before. At the Twins with Walder Frey, but this time... I saw it was Talisa dead on the floor... The baby in her belly was moving while she lay dying..." Her voice broke and she hid her face against his skin once more.
Her words turned in her gut as she focused on the comforting motions he was drawing on her back.
"What do you think it means?"
Wiping her eyes, she sat up straight to look at him. "I think it is a warning. What may come to pass if Robb's relationship with Talisa develops. What Lord Frey will do..."
His fingers caressed the back of her head, his kiss warm against her temple. "He's betrothed to one of Lord Frey's daughters. He's honor-bound to keep his word."
She gave him a pleading look. "Jon, there is a reason I'm having these dreams. And if he doesn't keep his word, he'll doom us along with himself."
Nodding solemnly he promised her, "I'll talk to him today."
An overwhelming feeling of sickness bubbled up from her stomach and she jumped out of bed, reaching the chamber pot just as she started to heave.
She felt Jon beside her, holding back her hair, as several waves of nausea rocked over her. Finding herself exhausted, she climbed back into bed with his help.
He wanted to call for the maester but she stopped him, assuring him that it was just because of the dream and she only needed rest.
"Go, " she urged him. "Meet with your brother as planned. I will be ok."
After some convincing, he dressed and prepared to go, leaving Ghost behind.
When she heard the door close behind him, she sat up and rested her head against the headboard. There was no way she would sleep and risk falling back into that terrible nightmare.
His legs felt unsteady beneath him, and he let a hand trail against the wall for balance. Despite his complete lack of care the night before, he found his injured leg throbbing less this morning. He didn't know what he had been thinking, drinking like that.
Last night had been fun. Something he hadn't been accustomed to for some time. Something that was surely a liability just now.
He found Robb leaning over his table again, map and wooden sigils put back in proper order. The dark circles under his eyes and his pale color told the story of the previous night's celebrations.
"Didn't think you'd be the first one here, " Robb muttered.
"I certainly feel better than you look."
"Aye. We might've gotten carried away. Easy to do in the company of beautiful women, but now we need to focus. I want to tell you my plans for Oxcross before we have the old men in the room."
Jon nodded, and then remembered his promise to Dany. "There's something I need to discuss with you as well... It's going to sound strange but Daenerys has these dreams..."
"Dreams?"
"I know it doesn't make sense but her dreams are prophetic... She dreamt of our escape from Essos." He cleared his throat before be went on, " and she dreamt of me."
Robb laughed, "This is sounding far too personal."
Jon felt himself prickle as he rolled his eyes. "I'm trying to be serious."
"Alright, go on."
"She's had this terrible dream twice now about Walder Frey."
That earned him Robb's attention. "That old goat? What's she dreaming about him for?"
"In her dream, there is a feast at the Twins and the Freys betray the Starks. And... last night she dreamt of Talisa..."
Robb narrowed his eyes, fully invested now, "Talisa? What about her?"
Jon rubbed the back of his neck before continuing."She was with child and lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood."
"Seven hells." Robb replied, running a hand down his face. "What does she think it means?"
"She thinks it is what will come to pass if you break your word to the Freys..."
"I see..., " he said, looking paler still. "Doesn't matter then. I told you I do intend to marry a Frey girl."
"But..."
Robb waved him off. "Enough of dreams. We have enough reality to deal with."
Theon walked through the door then, looking clear eyed and well-rested. "You two look like shit. Can't hold your ale?"
"Perhaps we're not as experienced as you, " Robb countered.
"Clearly, " Theon laughed, turning toward Jon. "Did you make it to your bed last night? Or did your aunt take care of you?"
Unbothered by the implication, he replied simply, "Jealous, Greyjoy?"
Theon scoffed.
"Of course he is, " Robb interjected. "But I didn't call you both here for this. You're here to help me plan my next attack."
Robb detailed his ideas for Oxcross where Stafford Lannister was training new recruits. His plan was to send a small group of men in to loose their horses and to then send Grey Wind in to startle them, hopefully causing them to trample their camp so they could strike during the chaos.
A brilliant plan, Jon eagerly volunteered Ghost as well. Leaving his brother's chambers, he felt more hopeful about their prospects of surviving the war at least.
When he returned to Dany's room, he was happy to find her dressed and seated near a window, color having returned to her cheeks.
She continued to assure him that she was fine though he had trouble believing her, given how sick she had been that morning.
Both in need of fresh air, they strolled arm in arm through Riverrun's garden. A crisp breeze had her leaning against him as they explored in comfortable silence.
At midday, they headed to the council meeting, expecting to be there until evening.
As they entered the great room, they found Lady Stark, Edmure and Brynden already seated with Robb at the head of the table. Theon walked in just as she took a seat next to Jon.
Lady Stark gave them each a curt nod before turning her attention back to Robb. She had seemingly recovered from the revelation or she was very good at masking her emotions. Dany was sure it was the latter.
Skipping over pleasantries, the young Northern King looked around the table grimly and started the meeting straight away.
"Our first order of business is Rickard Karstark. He grows restless by the day, hungry for revenge against the Lannisters for his fallen sons. Reports I received from camp this morning lead me to believe it would be safer to move the Kingslayer to the dungeon inside the keep for the time being ."
Robb gave a pointed look to Edmure who responded, "The Kingslayer is there now, Your Grace."
The Kingslayer. She felt her blood run hot at the thought of the man who murdered her father, for right or wrong, in a cell beneath her feet.
Lady Stark spoke up. "Jamie Lannister gives you great power over Tywin, but not if he's killed by your own men. What do you intend to do with him?"
Jon looked to Robb. "Surely, you'll be trading him for the girls?"
Robb's jaw clenched as he waited a moment before answering. "I can't very well trade Tywin Lannister's heir for two girls. My bannermen would turn on me for sure."
Dany's heart sunk hearing the young king's words, and she was reminded of her brother, who surely would have shared the sentiment.
She could feel Jon bristle at her side, anger rising in the pitch of his voice. "Isn't that why you set out to war in the first place? For them?"
Dany made eye contact with Lady Stark, and she marveled at her calm composure.
Robb raised his voice to match Jon's. "Yes and for father. You'd know that if you'd been here. But he's dead. How do I explain to my men the value of two girls for Jamie Lannister?"
"How would you explain to them that you would even question their value?"
Dany laid a steady hand on Jon's leg as she spoke up. "Marriage has its value. In terms of marriage alliances, I've been told sisters are a treasure."
Lady Stark met her eyes again, giving her an appraising look before turning back to her son. "She's right. We need to do more than win battles. We need to form alliances. And that can go both ways. You can make other demands aside from the safe return of your sisters. Gold, grain, other hostages, other marriage alliances."
Robb blew out a breath but nodded. "We could use him to sue for peace once we've pushed Tywin back, but for now, we need to keep him safe and out of the reach of Karstark's men."
Dull discussions of reports from various bannermen, food and supply lists dragged on through the afternoon. More interesting talk of preparing to set out with his army within a fortnight put weight on her chest, though she knew it was coming.
Robb rubbed his temple as he continued on. "Alright, enough of that, on to other things. Mother, you will set out in two days' time to speak to Renly on my behalf. I can think of no one better.
"To the Iron Islands, I'm going to send Roose Bolton. He can bring my terms to Balon, in hopes of bringing his fleet to our cause."
"What?" Theon gaped. "You think Roose Bolton would be better than Balon Greyjoy's own son?"
Robb gave him an understanding yet stern look, adding, "I need you by my side, Theon. You're of more use to me here."
Theon spun in his seat toward Jon, glowering at him. "This is your doing bastard."
Anger flooded her senses as she responded. "Sharp words from a ward."
He snickered, mocking her. "Did you bring your woman to defend you, Snow?"
Unable to believe his audacity, she snapped back. "Woman? Is that meant to insult me? I would return the slap if I took you for a man."
The Blackfish laughed openly, and deep from his belly while Edmure coughed and looked away.
Robb just looked tired. "Enough, Theon. The decision is mine and I've made it."
Without another word, Theon let his chair scrape against the floor as he left the room in a rage. Dany might have pittied him if he had left them out of it.
"Let him go, " Robb went on. "He just needs time. And speaking of man and woman, I'll have you two married tomorrow night. That's one marriage alliance we can take care of now."
"Of course, " Jon replied as Dany felt her cheeks grow warm.
It seemed the meeting was finally at an end until the Blackfish spoke. "Your Grace, about the dragons. I understand they are being hidden now, but they will grow larger, no doubt, and rumors of them will spread, if they haven't already. This would surely cause Tywin to strike hard and fast."
Robb nodded thoughtfully. "If Tywin comes at us full tilt, maybe we can end this war."
Dany took the opportunity to bring up an issue she which had begun to nag at her. "If we keep them hidden, they will not grow. They need to be able to go outside and spread their wings to grow strong."
Robb nodded. "Very well, but use caution for now. I'll have my men secure the garden so you can take them there."
It was evening by the time they were finally heading back through the long corridors to their room or her room rather. After tomorrow, it would be their room from now on.
His head was swimming with thoughts, all focused on the woman on his arm truly becoming his bride.
Feeling her bright gaze on him, he turned to see her giving him a questioning look.
"What is it?"
"You're not cross with me?"
"Why would I be cross with you?"
"Some men don't like it when a woman stands up for them. But I can't help it. When someone tries to insult you, I get so angry."
Her words touched him and he'd found time and again that they were true. He'd never known anyone to be as protective of him before. "What kind of fool would be upset having a woman like you by his side?"
The smile she gave him was true and he wished he could always make her smile that way. He was looking forward to their quiet time together as he opened the door, letting her pass through first.
It was a surprise to find her hands on his chest, barring him from entry. "Where do you think you're going, Your Grace?"
He felt himself flush. "Please don't call me that, Dany."
"Well, whoever you are, you're not going to besmirch my honor by entering my bedchamber before we are married."
What's this? "Dany, we haven't slept apart since the ship."
"Then I've been too careless already. I suppose you'll have to find your own bed tonight. You do remember where it is, don't you?"
"Dany, aren't you worried you'll be lonely? The night is so long."
"I know how to keep myself company on long, lonely nights."
He felt his blood rush at her words. "What if you have another nightmare? Who will hold you?"
"I'll have your wolf, will I not?"
"I suppose but what about me?"
Her fingers roamed the back of his neck as she pulled him down to her for a kiss. Deepening the kiss, he was determined to persuade her to let him stay, until she pushed his chest gently again.
Giving him a coy smile, she taunted him, "Good night, Jon Snow."
He couldn't help but feel disappointed as he heard the click of her door and his feet began to move in the direction of his deserted bed chamber.
When he heard her door crack back open, he turned to see her smiling at him again.
"Oh, I can't very well leave you like this. You may come inside, but you must promise to respect my virtue."
A wicked smile formed on his lips as he stepped through her doorway.
The warm sun-kissed her hair and cheeks as she walked through the green garden of Riverrun. A gentle wind animated the trees growing tall around her as she ambled along a gravel path behind her scaly children.
They were flying higher, growing bolder and she could swear they were bigger, especially Dreamfyre who had been eating more as of late.
It was a relief to get them out, having felt guilty about keeping them confined for so long. She laughed and gave them words of encouragement as they tumbled and twisted through the air.
The garden was empty save for her, her children and her personal guard, Ghost. As promised, Robb had posted guards along the entrances to the garden to decrease the likelihood of people spotting her dragons.
She shook her head in amusement as she watched Rhaegal pounce upon an unsuspecting Dreamfyre who in turn, chased after him.
Gentle Viserion landed on her shoulder, nuzzling into her sweetly before taking off again. Her heart was full as she watched them and she knew then that no matter what she had suffered in the past, she was lucky.
A whine from Ghost had her turning around to see Jon and Robb approach with a man she had never seen before. By Jon's gait and expression alone, she could tell everything was alright, and she clasped her hands in front of her waiting their approach.
The man's height accentuated the youth of her betrothed and the Northern King. Though his hair was long and grey, he moved with grace and confidence, and his eyes were trained on her.
Jon moved ahead of the other men, and she took his arm as he stood by her side. He only smiled at her as she gave him a quizzical look.
When the man came before her he dropped to a knee, bowing his head. Her mouth fell open as he addressed her, "My Queen."
Confused she looked between Jon and Robb who just looked at the man in awe.
"Do I know you, Ser?"
Robb spoke up first. "This is Ser Barristan Selmy, one of the greatest fighters the Seven Kingdoms has ever known."
"I've been searching for you, Daenerys Stormborn, to ask your forgiveness. I was sworn to protect your family... I failed. I am Ser Barristan Selmy, kingsguard to your father. Allow me to join your queensguard and I will not fail you again."
Her eyes threatened to fill with tears but she was determined to maintain her dignity. Swallowing back her emotion before she spoke she asked, "How is it you found me, Ser?"
"I feared the worst when I heard of the fire in Pentos. There were conflicting reports and rumors, some that you were dead and others that you escaped. I had all but given up hope until I heard a rather disturbing tale at the Crossroads Inn. One of Ser Gregor Clegane being horribly mutilated by a silver-haired girl and her baby dragons... just outside of Riverrun."
So much for keeping my dragons a secret.
An involuntary smile spread across her face and she had to look down before facing him again. "Do you swear yourself to me, Ser?"
Pride swelled in her chest as he stood long enough to unsheath his sword, steel scraping against leather.
Laying the great sword at her feet, he knelt again and looking up at her, he spoke the old words, "I am yours, My Queen. I will shield your back, keep your counsel and give my life for yours if need be. I swear it by the old gods and the new."
Dany sucked in a breath before responding with words she never knew she would speak, "I vow that you shall always have a place by my hearth and meat and mead at my table. I pledge to ask no service of you that might bring you dishonor. I swear it by the old gods and the new. Arise."
A gust of wind chilled her skin and blew her long hair to one side. She turned to smile up at Jon who looked down on her with pride.
Turning her attention back to the knight, she spoke again. "It is quite fortuitous, Ser, that you have come today." Tilting her head toward Jon she asked Ser Barristan, "Do you know this man?"
Ser Barristan nodded, "Jon Snow, son of Ned Stark."
Dany smiled at him brightly. "No. This man is the son of my brother, Rhaegar and his wife, Lyanna Stark."
Ser Barristan's grey brows knitted together as she went on. "Tonight we are to be wedded and it happens I need someone to give me away."
The knight's mouth fell open momentarily before he fell to his knees again. "My King, My Queen."
She kept a step behind Ser Barristan as they descended the winding stone stairway into the depths of the castle. He'd given her a weary look when she'd made the request to visit an old family friend in the dungeon, but complied willingly. Not wanting Jon to try to talk her out of it, she decided not to mention her plans to him just yet.
The air began to feel damp and a musty odor invaded her senses. The grey knight held up a torch that lighted her path.
Her body began to tingle with anticipation, a macabre curiosity coming over her as she prepared to see the villain of her childhood nightmares. Dreamfyre tensed on her shoulder, feeling heavier than she was used to.
She wasn't prepared for the stench of feces and urine and barely kept from gagging as they reached ground level. It was so dark and cold, the torches providing light only enough to see a short distance in front of her.
As Ser Barristan halted, she heard coughing in the dark, and then a man's voice, hoarse and weak, but with a mocking tone none the less.
"Ser Barristan, switching sides again are you?"
The old knight did not reply but instead turned to her, "Are you sure you want to do this, Your Grace?"
Without answering, she moved around him with tepid steps, as she felt her heart jump inside her chest. What she saw before her was not a monster at all. Only a man. A filthy man seated on the dirt floor of a cell with his hands tied behind his back. His clothes were in soiled tatters, his famed blonde hair dark with grime.
To see him so weakened emboldened her as she placed steady hands on the iron bars. Surprising herself, she smiled wickedly at his wide-eyed stare, mouth agape.
The satisfaction turned quickly to anger and she could hear the venom in her own voice as she spoke. "What's wrong Lion of Lannister? You look as though you've seen a ghost."
As she watched his chest heave, she began to feel larger.
He managed to croak out a question. "Rhaella?"
Lowering herself to a crouch, she met his eye level. "You must be surrounded by ghosts in King's Landing. How can you stand it?"
There was a bite in his tone, demanding now. "What is going on?"
She could feel a fire in her belly, her body starting to shake. "Tell me, Kingslayer, do you see Rhaeny's ghost in the halls of the Redkeep? Chasing her cat perhaps? Do you hear little Aegon cry in the night?"
Anger had taken over his features like a shield as he spoke through gritted teeth. "I had nothing to do with the murder of the Targaryen babes."
His denial of his crimes stoked her rage.
"You think you are powerful, even rotting in this cell you think yourself untouchable. I used to fear you when I was a child. The devious pretender who stabbed my father in the back and smiled over the mangled corpses of my brother's children. And look at you now. There's nothing to fear. You are pathetic and weak. I am going to decimate your family."
It almost surprised her when he started to laugh but she held a steely countenance even as he spoke.
"You're the little Beggar Princess from Essos. Come to lay a claim to your family's legacy? Well, Princess, you've chosen the wrong side. Unless that's why you're here? In that case, you're going to have to help me with my trousers, sweetling."
Dreamfyre screeched in the dark, his voice sounding stronger than she'd ever heard it as he lunged forward in warning from her shoulder.
Ser Jamie jerked backward, eyes wide with fear once more as she pet her black dragon's head.
"You didn't notice him? I suppose he's hard to see in the dark. You must forgive his manners, he's only a babe."
Dany stood slowly as Ser Barristan moved to her side, glowering at the prisoner.
"I've chosen my family, Lannister. And I'll bet my family against yours this time. I'm coming for my home, and there will be nowhere for you to hide."
She didn't wait for a reply before turning on her heel and heading back towards the spiral stair. There was a ceremony in the godswood to prepare for.
It was full dark as Jon stood before the pale face of the heart tree, thankful to have Robb at his side.
A small affair, the only persons present were of Robb's small council. Theon seemed to have put aside his grief with Jon, at least for the time being as he stood respectfully along with Lady Stark and her brother and uncle.
He would have preferred it if Lady Stark had not been there but for her part, at least she wasn't glaring at him anymore.
There was an energy in the darkness that surrounded the godswood. Neither good nor bad but it made his breath quicken and the air felt heavy around him. A light wind made the flames of lanterns outlining the path to the heart tree flicker and dance, shaking the deep red leaves above him.
I'm afraid, he realized as he looked down the path where she would come. A wedding before a heart tree was sacred indeed but this was deeper, primal even. It was as though the Gods themselves wanted him here.
He'd gone out riding in the forests surrounding the Tully stronghold to reflect on everything that had happened since he'd met her. She hadn't been a choice for him, loving her had come as naturally as breathing. Since that starlit night in Illyrio's garden, he had been hers.
For better or worse, he was hopelessly drawn to her. He was possessive and protective of her in ways he'd never known himself capable of. His fate was in her hands now, he was at her mercy.
When she came up the path, moon kissed hair glowing in the dark, he felt a sense of peace settle over him. Gorgeous as ever, she looked so small on the arm of the legendary knight towering over her. It was only an illusion, he knew she could be lethal and ruthless, but she was also soft and vulnerable.
Lonely and lovely, the last daughter of House Targaryen. He was her only family, and it was his duty to care for her. Suddenly he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders but he found it more of a comfort than a burden.
All at once it didn't matter whether or not he felt worthy of her, whether or not he was baseborn or trueborn. The world was brutal and wicked, full of snarling lions and vicious monsters.
She needed someone who could be just as wicked and vicious as her enemies. Whether or not it would destroy him in the process, didn't matter.
The closer she came, the straighter he stood. His breath came easily again, and his heart beat in a steady rhythm.
Her violet eyes were wide, looking as afraid as he had felt moments ago. She would become his shortly and he would endeavor to never let her feel fearful again.
Robb broke the silence of the night, starting the ceremony. "Who comes before the Old Gods this night?"
He turned his gaze from her momentarily to look at Ser Barristan, the flames of the lanterns reflecting off of his shining plate male, as he replied, "Princess Daenerys of House Targaryen. A woman grown, trueborn and noble, comes to beg the blessings of the Gods. Who comes to claim her?"
Tension rose in his body but he kept his voice steady. "Jon of House Targaryen... heir to the Iron Throne. Who gives her?"
There was a gleam in the old knight's eyes as he spoke again. "Ser Barristan Selmy, on behalf of her brother, Rhaegar, Prince of the Seven Kingdoms."
He looked at Dany in time to see her eyes glistening from her knight's words. Surely a gift from the gods that this man, so beloved by their family, could be here.
Robb's voice rang through again, "Princess Daenerys, do you take this man?"
Jon's throat went dry and he felt his stomach twist, fear returning with a vengeance. Now it was Dany's turn to look calm and collected as she stepped toward him, wearing a gentle smile.
Her hands warmed his as she took them, looking at him a moment longer before forever entwining their fates with an answer, "I take this man."
There before the bleeding eyes of the gods, he kissed her tenderly, not sparing a care for those around him. She was his now, just as he was hers and no force in the world could change that now.
The fabric of her gown felt stiff from the cold as they re-entered the keep. If the air had been chilled in the godswood, she hadn't noticed until now as her free hand smoothed over her skirt. She cast a fleeting glance up at Jon who's steely eyes were set on the path before him.
He seemed different. There was a dominating air about him now that she hadn't quite experienced before and she felt a fluttering in her belly.
As they stood beneath the heart tree, she had felt it too. Like he was less a boy and more a man. His strength allowed her to let her guard down, and she was overcome with an urge to melt into him.
As they approached their chambers, she noticed the guards posted at the end of the hallway rather than outside their door and she felt heat wash over her.
Affected by her now racing thoughts, her heart began to pick up, and she took a deep breath in an effort to keep herself under control. A possessive hand at the small of her back ushered her inside the room, dimly lit by candles and warmed by a crackling fire.
The loss of his warmth left her wanting as he wordlessly moved to take off his cloak and boots. As she started to do the same, he broke his silence, commanding, "Don't."
Her breath quickened as she stood still, watching him as he picked up an armchair with ease, setting it before the roaring fire.
It occurred to her then that she was more than his lover now, but his wife and his duty, and Jon was nothing if not dutiful.
Feeling nervous, she kept her hands clasped in front of her as he moved to step in front of her. She heard herself whimper as his fingers slid down her neck, causing tingling sensations to travel throughout her body, while his lips found hers.
His warm hands traveled to the ties of her cloak, freeing it from her shoulders and letting it pool to the floor.
"Jon?" she breathed against his mouth.
Without warning, he roughly lifted her into his arms, her hands finding purchase behind his back, and her forehead resting against his.
"Yes, Dany?" he whispered huskily, eyes dark and serious.
Unable to think of anything to say next, she kissed his mouth greedily, taking the opportunity to regain the upper hand.
She gasped as she felt herself drop into the armchair before the fire, Jon lowering himself to the floor before her.
She felt like a bashful maid as he began unlacing her boots as though she were helpless. He smiled up at her wolfishly while his rough fingers slid down her calves and over her heels to pull off her stockings.
Her breasts were starting to spill over the top of her dress as her breathing grew more labored. "Jon?" she started again as he folded her skirts up over her knees.
"Yes, Dany?"
Before she could answer she was squeezing her eyes shut as his dark curls disappeared beneath her dress, the slow scratch of his beard against her thighs setting her body aflame. Strong hands roughly pulled her legs apart and she whined when she felt him groan against her womanhood.
He'd reached her small clothes, moving the damp silk aside, his hot breath had her gripping the arms of the chair. She tried to prepare for the sweet slide of his tongue but it was a useless endeavor, there was nothing like it.
Shivers instantly spread through her and she was panting helplessly almost at once. She'd found him to be a quick learner and he was using everything he had discovered about her body to his advantage.
As always, her reactions only spurred him forward and the more she cried out the more vigorous he became until his hands were up her skirt as well, tearing her small clothes for more access.
When he first turned his focus to her swollen clitoris, he lapped at her softly, exquisite and utterly maddening, until she was pushing his head against her, desperate for more pressure.
Once he decided to give her exactly what she wanted, his focus was singular and ruthless, her toes curling against his back as her body tensed and her back arched.
Before she could have her sweet release, his tongue was gone and his teeth had moved to her inner thighs. Repeating the process again, she began staring at the orange flames of the hearth while he wound her body back up.
When he stopped just before her climax again, she growled in protest, moving to sit up until he pushed her back and delved between her legs again, lips locking around her nub. Her mind went blank and her fingers dug into the fabric of the chair.
Her cries came from deep in her belly when he finally granted her relief, continuing his attentions through the very last tremor.
She laid her head back against the headrest while her body recovered. When she opened her eyes again, he was still on his knees smiling up at her.
"It's a good thing the guards aren't right outside the door, " he told her with a self-satisfied smirk.
She laughed breathlessly, "He does speak."
He chuckled quietly before pulling her toward him and scooping her back up.
"Not all of us are as noisy as you."
Standing her back on her feet, he stood behind her, working at the laces of her dress. She didn't bother to contain her snickering as he struggled with the intricacies of her wedding gown, but then gasped in outrage when she felt him purposefully rip the fabric. When she turned around to admonish him, he pulled her gown and shift down over her shoulders together.
Her breasts bounced when they were free from the fabric and unable to resist, he took one pink nipple in his mouth while her arms were still trapped by her clothing. Giving in to the sensation, she threw her head back until he tore himself away with a groan.
Finishing ridding her of her clothes, they both focused on relieving him of his.
His muscular chest was perfect, and she couldn't resist running her hands over the hard slopes as he walked her back to the bed.
Restraint waning, his hard length quickly found her center. Warm and wonderfully pleasing, her hands and heels pressed into him, encouraging him to keep his pace.
She didn't know how many times he'd spilled his seed inside of her before, but now, more than ever, she hoped it would take. It occurred to her then, that even more than the iron throne, she wanted a family. A family of their own making.
Candles burning low, sighs and shivers and sweet nothings breathed against her skin made up the world around her. When the candles had burned down completely, she listened to her new husband's gentle breathing with his seed drying between her legs. She realized then that this was what she truly wanted. A life they built together could be enough.
