Chapter 1 – Wedded and bedded
At the beginning, Robb of house Stark was not very enthusiastic about the wedding. It was a match of convenience with a girl he has never seen before. But he gave his word, all those years ago and he had to act upon it. "I will help you to win your war or die trying but in exchange you will marry my sister." That was the deal he made. Now the war was over, and Tameera of house Silverblood arrived at Winterfell to become his wife.
He remembered her arrival well, standing in the courtyard all clean up, dressed in his best clothes and feeling like a fool. When the first rider with flag of red and silver rode through the main gate he wanted nothing more than to run away. Then he saw Darwell and from his expression he knew that running away was not an option. The next rider was her. She looked nothing like her brother, who was dark haired and build like a bull. She was his opposite and with white hair embroiled with silver and eyes of heavenly blue his future bride was by far the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Suddenly the thought of her sharing his nights became intriguing.
She seemed awfully shy though, not speaking at all and looking at her feet. It bothered him but he could understand her feelings. After all she was brought to wolf´s lair, to marry a stranger. He tried to reassure her but she remained silent and timid. Later, when she recited her vows in front of the gods and men he was almost surprised that she truly wasn´t mute.
The wedding was a blur – ceremony and feast blended together and seemed never-ending. When he finally thought it proper to retire for the night, it was past midnight. His bride was already there, seated next to the window while one of her maids brushed her long silvery white hair. It felt so unreal that he almost thought that he entered a wrong room. Somehow he managed to dismiss the maid, he than stood behind Tameera, brushing her hair with his bare fingers.
When she finally turned to him and looked at him for the first time, she looked like someone drunk with her own dream. Her eyes were cloudy and unfocused. He liked the idea that she was drunk with anticipation, he certainly felt like that. He helped her to her feet and in the next moment she was kissing him. Shy? Timid? This kiss was nothing like that and he willingly open his mouth to let her in so he can get a taste of her newly found boldness. She tasted bittersweet from the wine, her skin feverish as she run her hands over his chest and shoulders. Within seconds his patience was gone. Feeling like a man possessed he scoped her into his arms and laid her on his bed covering her with his own body.
They melted together and he kissed her neck and shoulders, peeling her nightgown from her so he could taste more of her. Hearing her moaning drove him mad, still he wanted to take his time with her. This night was all about her pleasure after all. Biting her nipple softly, he pushed her knees apart and moved his hand from her hipbone to her core. She only moaned more, arching her back to offer her breasts to him once more. She didn´t have to ask twice.
When he finally buried himself within her she cried out softly, clenching his shoulders and it took every last bit of his willpower to stop and give her time to accommodate his size. Finally, she moved a little and he took it as a sign. Biting her neck, he withdrew and thrust forward again trying to bring her to the edge again. When she reached it, crying out, everything in her clenched and he followed her to oblivion.
Utterly spent and content, he fell asleep with his bride safely tucked to his side."Tam, you are mine now." he breathed softly, already half in his dreams.
In the morning he woke up to face a different woman.