Game of Thrones: Trials of Marriage

Chapter 4 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy :)

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Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.

Accidental Discovery

Sansa hadn't meant to overhear; however she happened to be passing the room at the time. She could hear Jeyne Poole talking to a couple of other girls and young woman.

"I admit I was surprised." Jeyne said. "They're going to marry Bran to Meera. I mean, I don't know who to feel sorrier for."

There were some murmurs from the other girls before one of the others; Sansa recognized the voice as Beth Cassel, replied. "What do you mean, they looked so happy."

Sansa entered the room quietly and saw them all sitting talking. Everybody was watching Jeyne, hanging on to her every word. Sansa could tell her friend was loving the attention.

"Either it was just courtesy or…They just don't realize the problems they'd face." Jeyne explained. "Think about it; poor Bran, he can't…you know…" She remarked.

Her suggestive tone seemed to explain it for those present; they exchanged pitiable looks.

Jeyne then continued. "Then there's that girl Meera; look at her; how can she expect to seduce Bran with her body."

"That doesn't seem nice, I mean…" Beth began to interrupt but Jeyne cut across her.

"Beth c'mon, she's at least twice your age and you've already got bigger breasts than her."

Sansa however had heard enough. "Jeyne!" She called out; her friend turned to her and smiled.

"Sansa, there you are…"

Sansa however cut across her friend. "Can I talk to you for a minute, alone?"

Jeyne nodded and they left the room; heading into another one.

Jeyne noted Sansa's agitation.

"Sansa, what's wrong?" She asked, suddenly concerned.

Sansa turned to face Jeyne, glaring. "You, I can't believe you're doing this."

Jeyne stepped back, shocked. "Huh, what…what are you…?"

"Saying things like that about my brother and Meera; she's going to be his wife." Sansa pointed out. "You shouldn't be saying things like that about them."

"But…It's the truth, surely…" Jeyne began but Sansa shook her head.

"Enough; listen, just because Bran's crippled doesn't mean he can't perform. That's just some ridiculous belief that's already been proven false by the Citadel." Sansa stated. "And it's not Meera's fault she's flat-chested, just the way she is. It's nothing to do with courtesy either Jeyne."

Jeyne rolled her eyes. "C'mon Sansa, what could it possibly…"

"Love. They love each other; I don't know about Meera, but Bran's been in love…He's had a crush on Meera, for years."

Jeyne was silent, looking even more shocked. However Sansa had nothing else to say, seeing no reply from Jeyne forthcoming she left the room. As she left she nearly ran into Arya.

"Hey, careful Sansa." Her sister cried out and Sansa noticed she was carrying a plate of food.

Sansa stepped back. "Sorry; where are you going?"

Arya simply smiled. "The Forge, this is for Gendry."

Sansa shook her head.

"Arya, the kitchen servants can take it out to him." She stated but Arya shrugged.

"I know, I just wanted to."

With that she hurried off; Sansa shook her head as she thought of Arya's friendship with Gendry.

Arya smirked as she exited the castle and began walking towards the forge. She was amazed nobody had even noticed just how much time she spent with Gendry. How her family hadn't seem to realize that she spent more nights in the forge with Gendry, rather than in her own bed in the castle. She knew however that if her parents tried to marry her to some other lord; the truth would come out. Especially when it was discovered she was no longer a maiden; she knew it would possibly cause conflict but she didn't care, Gendry was more important to her and if it meant she had to leave Winterfell and her family behind to be with him then she would do so. When she entered she spotted Gendry, he had just finished working on a breastplate when he looked up, hearing her come in. He smiled as she walked over and set the plate down on the table at the side of the room.

"Hey Arry." He greeted cheerfully.

She smiled and did not hesitate; she closed the gap between them, immediately put her arms around his neck and kissed him. He embraced her, standing up, lifting her off the ground. They parted for air and he set her down smirking.

"Not one for foreplay?" He questioned.

Arya laughed. "Waste of time, besides I'm happy."

Gendry laughed and began to eat. Arya paused, biting the corner of her bottom lip before speaking again.

"So…Have you heard…?"

Gendry looked up at her. "About Bran and Meera, yeah, I heard. I think it's pretty good for them."

Arya smiled, she agreed, after everything he had been through, Bran needed someone who cared deeply about him; Meera was the right person for him after all.

Bran sighed as he lay back in his bed; his mind wandering to the upcoming wedding. He thought about what he knew regarding his condition and how it would accept his relationship with Meera when they were married. How could he possibly consummate the wedding; while the Citadel had finally discovered that being crippled did not prevent the victim from achieving arousal, Bran had found himself unable to achieve such a state. This was more worrying for him than anything; what if he was an exception, what if he couldn't perform when necessary. As he lay there he felt a need to feel the sensation of running, even walking, again. So he slipped his mind into Summer's and was soon seeing and feeling things from his Direwolf's perspective. He soon identified the area Summer was in. Summer was currently sniffing around the ground near one of the hot springs which served as a bath in Winterfell. He heard a splash and lifted his head; Meera was before him, just climbing into the hot spring. She sat down, the water covering her up to her shoulders; but not before he saw her small breasts. There was a few seconds before he turned and walked away. Bran pulled out of Summer's mind, gasping at what he had seen.

'Gods, I just hope Meera didn't think I was in Summer's mind at that point…Wait…'

Bran surprisingly felt a tight feeling in his breeches. He looked down, surprised, he was hard, aroused. It was possible for him to get aroused, but that still didn't stop his main concern, just being aroused wouldn't be enough to convince him he was capable. How could he possibly move, his legs were needed to provide the leverage he needed.

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