Game of Thrones: Trials of Marriage

Chapter 5 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Veridissima: Thanks, glad you enjoyed it, glad you liked those scenes :)SweetImagination15: That's right, Bran only believed he wasn't capable, but found out by accident that he was. Of course, he still faces difficulty, being unable to use his legs for leverage.

Now onto the story.

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

Wedding Problems

Time seemed to pass so quickly. Before Bran knew it he was lying awake on his bed, looking up at the roof beams with just one thought on his mind.

'Today is the day. I'm getting married, to Meera.'

Just the thought brought a warm feeling to his stomach. However he remembered, with some embarrassment the incident where he had warged into Summer and seen her naked. It still stuck in his mind and sometimes caused difficult situations for him. Luckily Meera seemed none the wiser to what had happened, or if she did know, she said nothing about it. The door opened, taking him by surprise. However it turned out to be Robb and Theon; both grinning widely.

"Ready for your big day Bran?" Theon questioned; Bran smiled back and nodded.

They helped him get ready; helping him with his finest clothes, as they did so Robb spoke up.

"Bran, we received a raven last night." He informed his brother. "We don't know exactly when he'll be here, but Jon's got permission to come visit us for the wedding."

That news heightened Bran's joy; he missed his half-brother; the last time he had seen Jon was before the accident; after that Jon had to leave for The Wall before Bran could wake up.

"That's great." He exclaimed, his joy almost overflowing.

Finally once he was all prepared and in his wheeled chair he accompanied his brother and Theon down to the Godswood, ready for the wedding.

Bran shivered slightly, grateful that the wedding was in fact today. It was clear from the chilly winds blowing that Winter was about to set in. However those thoughts were soon pushed out of his mind by the arrival of Meera. He was stunned; she looked even more beautiful than ever somehow her hair had miraculously been untangled and now hung sleek and straight down her back. Her green eyes seemed to sparkle with joy; she locked her gaze with his and her smile widened. Bran suddenly felt self-conscious about his chair; but Meera's gaze didn't change as she stood next to him. He was amazed, it was unusual to see her in a dress; yet for Bran it did nothing to diminish her beauty, or the displays of confidence which he admired from her. If the chilly winds made her uncomfortable in the dress; she did not show it. Only the happiness she seemed to feel was visible as she and Bran locked eyes again. Soon the wedding was underwear as, before the heart tree, they exchanged their vows and cloaks; before the witnesses present, both their families and the residents of Winterfell.

'This moment, changes my life forever.' Bran thought with a surge of excitement. 'After this; nothing will be the same...it will be better, I'm sure of it.'

After they were finished and the ceremony came to an end, it was time for the celebration feast. So they all returned to Winterfell; ready to celebrate and to get out of the cold.

Inside Winterfell's great hall; the atmosphere was joyous as the celebration feast got underway. Bran and Meera sat in the places of honour; holding hands under the table. Both were smiling, Bran could still feel the texture of their kiss on his lips. As they were enjoying themselves Bran noticed the door opening and his smile grew wider. In fact, as he looked around, several people smiled when the new arrival appeared. Jon Snow had arrived from the Wall.

Jon smiled as he came level with Bran and Meera. "Bran, I'm sorry I'm late." He said with a laugh.

Bran smiled back. "You're here now, that's what matters."

Jon smiled and bowed to Meera. "A pleasure; My Lady."

Meera smiled back.

"Meera's fine; it's good to finally meet you."

Jon nodded and stood up before taking the first available seat and joining in with the festivities. Bran noted; to his relief, that despite her usual reservations, even his mother didn't seem to mind Jon's presence today. Despite his excitement however; Bran found that the more the night progressed, the more nervous he began to feel. He knew why however, that was what scared him.

His thoughts were racing as his worries began to take over. 'It won't be much longer until the bedding...Then...Then Meera will find out I can't...I may be able to get aroused but I can't...perform.'

He didn't want to think about what would happen after that.

Bran did his best to continue enjoying the feast, but he felt like it was too soon when the people in the hall called for the bedding. He knew he wouldn't need to worry about the usual issues involving the bedding ceremony. But Meera on the other hand would; he was concerned about that, remembering Jojen's warning about Meera being self-conscious about her body. Robb luckily stepped in and saved her from the embarrassment of being naked in front of everyone. Before long they were back in Bran's room; Sandor had helped Bran out of his chair and onto the bed before leaving. His brother's had helped him undress, at least down to his smallclothes. After they left he waited, the tension knotting in his stomach until the door opened and Meera entered. Bran smiled as best he could but in the back of his mind, he was in turmoil. He could get aroused, but without his legs he couldn't move to perform the actions he would need to, how could they consummate the marriage and what would people think of them, if it got out that they hadn't. By now Meera had removed her clothing; she noted Bran's nervousness and saw the look in his eyes.

"Meera, I..." He whispered; his voice shaking.

She smiled lightly; she realizes he was scared and she had a pretty good idea why. Turning away she searched through the dresser and found a sleeping shift. She pulled it one and then walked over to Bran; she knelt next to the bed and gently took his hand.

She saw him relax slightly and finally she spoke.

"It's okay Bran." She reassured him. "We don't need to do this just now, not until you're ready."

Bran looked at her, surprised. "But if they find out..."

She gently kissed him and then let go of his hand. He watched as she took her knife from the table next to the bed and made a small cut on her hand, letting the blood drip onto the bed sheets, until it formed a reasonable facsimile of how the bed would look after bedding. She then bound the wound carefully, the pressure preventing blood loss and allowing the wound to heal slowly on its own.

"If anyone asks; we'll just say it was a hunting accident. I usually get up early for hunting anyway." She explained.

Bran was amazed at this; it was a better result than he hoped for. Finally Meera got into bed and they lay together, both embracing each other.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, still feeling ashamed.

Meera just gently increased the pressure of her embrace. "Don't be, now sleep, it's been a long day for both of us."

Bran agreed and drifted off; Meera smiled, wondering if he had wandered into Summer's mind while sleeping, also wondering if she was in his dreams before drifting off to sleep herself.

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