Game of Thrones: Wild Princess

Chapter 9 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Chapter 9

Rickon did his best to compose himself as he stood, gazing out the window, towards the Godswood. Today was the day, he and Lyanna would be getting married; he bit his lip, unable to deny he was getting nervous.

'You can do this; remember what you and Lyanna have realized about each other.' He reminded himself. 'This will be a good day.'

It was then he heard the knock at his door and turned; smiling as Robb, Bran and Gendry entered.

"Ah good, Rickon, you're up."

Rickon laughed. "Of course I am; so...time to get ready."

They all nodded and soon they were working on making final preparations for the wedding, including ensuring Rickon was dressed and shaved properly, Rickon rolled his eyes, insisting he was capable of doing it himself. But in the end they soon finished preparations.

"There we go." Gendry said. "All ready."

Rickon grinned. "Excellent, well, we better get going."

They all nodded in agreement and Bran spoke. "Right, to the Godswood."

So they left the room and made their way through the castle, Rickon couldn't help but smile as he walked with the others. His excitement building, even if his nervousness was doing the same. Everybody was on the way to the Godswood too and he knew, before long, it would be time.

Meanwhile, in her own chambers, Lyanna was also getting ready, aided by Catelyn, Talisa, Sansa and Arya, all were dressed up well, Arya was even in a dress, designed to accommodate her growing belly. Meera had to take care of the twins and so couldn't be present, but she'd meet them in the Godswood.

"This, this is it..." She whispered.

The others heard her however and all shared a small smile.

"Nervous?" Catelyn asked.

Lyanna bit her lip before nodding. "Yes, I...I know it's, that we're..."

Arya smiled sympathetically. "I was the same before my wedding, we all were I'm sure."

The others nodded and Lyanna managed a smile. "I...Of course."

They soon got to work and before long Lyanna was in her wedding dress, soon they were all set, Maege Mormont had arrived just the day before and was ready to walk her daughter to her new husband. She entered at that moment, exchanging some quick words with the other women before they left for the Godswood themselves.

"So, Lyanna, this is it." Her mother said with a smile.

Lyanna nodded. "Yes mother; I...I'm sorry I worried you about this, but it's turned out alright."

Embracing her daughter, Maege grinned. "That is has, my girl."

Also grinning and, her confidence and excitement being greater than her nervousness, Lyanna prepared to walk with her mother to the Godswood.

Rickon smiled as he waited, nervously, alongside Robb at the Heart Tree. He looked around at his family who were all gathered, along with the rest of Winterfell. While Robb stood by him, Talisa also stood nearby.

Sansa and mother stood at the other side, Bran was seated on his wheeled chair, Eddard and Minisa on his lap, Meera by his side on the same side as Sansa and mother. Arya and Gendry stood opposite them, both grinning, Gendry's arm around Arya's waist, hand on her belly.

It was then Lyanna arrived and Rickon grinned; she looked amazing; her grin matched his as they locked eyes. Her mother walked alongside her and he waited, ready for the wedding to begin. Beginning the ceremony, his brother spoke.

"Who comes before the Old Gods this night?"

Rickon smiled as Maege spoke in response. "Lyanna of the House Mormont, comes here to be wed. A woman grown, true-born and noble. She comes to beg the blessing of the Gods, who comes to claim her?"

Rickon stepped forwards, still grinning as he spoke. "Prince Rickon Stark of Winterfell, who gives her?"

"Maege of House Mormont, her mother."

Robb then asked as was tradition. "Lady Lyanna, do you take this man?"

Lyanna smiled and replied. "I take this man."

With that, they were guided to each other and, hands joined Lyanna and Rickon knelt before the Heart Tree.

Removing Lyanna's maiden's cloak he placed the Grey Stark cloak around her shoulders, smiling in response to her own, seeing a surprising soft tenderness in her eyes. Without hesitation he leaned closer, she responded at once, their lips met and they kissed, sealing their marriage.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.