Okay, who's ready for a wedding?
There is a little smooching at the end, nothing too heavy, though.
On the day of my wedding, I was so nervous. The servants woke me up early, and bathed me in lavender. They scrubbed so hard that not even a speck of dirt disgraced my pale skin.
I slipped on my dress as the servants brushed through my hair until it shined. They pulled back two large pieces of hair and pinned them with a golden tiara, and then curled the rest. My mother comes in as I look in the mirror.
"Remember what I told you when you first flowered. Men will always disappoint you. Try to get him drunk, so after the marriage is consummated, he will simply roll over and go to sleep. The Starks won't hurt you, and they seem to like you. You won't be harmed here."
I nod, and adjust my skirt. Mother comes up behind me and smiled in the mirror. "You look beautiful, Annablyth. And don't worry; there won't be a bedding ceremony." A large wave of relief washes over me, but then I remember that I have to lose my maidenhead tonight.
"It's time!" A young servant barges in. I smile a thank you. Father then waddles in, "A word alone, please." Mother leaves with a small smile to head to the Godswood. "You look stunning, Annablyth." I hug him tightly.
Father takes my hand, I put on a smile, and we start towards the Godswood.
We start down the aisle, and I immediately find Robb at the end, wearing grey, his house color. I lift my eyes to smile at him, which he returns.
Eventually, father led me to under the heart tree. He handed my hand to his, and Robb grasped it. We wrapped the ribbon around our hands and said our vows.
When the septon pronounced us man and wife, I leaned forward and gave him a light kiss. Everybody stood up and applauded. We turned, and I waved to Jon Snow, who was rows behind the Stark family.
We walked down the aisle, and we're escorted to the dining hall. We get seated at the very top, overlooking as everybody else comes into the hall. My entire family congratulated me, as does Robb's. The feast was large, with roasted boar and lovely greens.
Each mouthful is an orchestra of flavor, so different from the light and airy tastes of King's Landing. This meal is musky and delicious. When the cake comes in, a large pastry coloured in white, Robb slices it.
"How are you enjoying the wedding, my lady?" He leans over to me as I pop a bite of lemon cake into my mouth. "Great. I'm no longer your grace, but my lady." I reply sarcastically. He laughs.
"I think you'll learn to love Winterfell," He says. I shrug, "Who says I already don't?" Robb's face is priceless. The joy takes over all his features, and I laugh.
I catch my mother's eye. Her glare was evident, and my smile faded away. Suddenly I felt a light squeeze. I look down to see Robb holding my hand.
I received many furs from Eddard and Catelyn, silks from Sansa, and a carved wooden wolf from Arya, Bran, and Rickon. From my mother, father, and siblings a jewelry box filled to the brink with precious necklaces, bracelets, and rings. Of course, I got countless more, but there were so similar. From my Uncle Tyrion, however, I was given a beautiful golden necklace with a small lion as a charm. All while Robb held my hand under the table.
It was getting late when I knew that the festivities were dying out, and that soon I would have to bed Robb. I started to nervously finger the helm of my dress.
"We should go, my lady." Robb suddenly says. I look up at him, nod and gulp.
I grasp his hand as he excuses us. My father has long gone away with some whore, and the rest of my family went to bed. The Stark family also decided to go to sleep.
Only Tyrion and some Stark men were left, and they paid us no attention.
Robb led me to his, our, bed chamber. It was nice, with lots of fur and a large wooden cabinet. Robb looked down at a table, and poured a cup of wine. "Would you like some?" He asked. I shook my head.
I turned my back to him, and started to take off my wedding dress. He paid me no attention, swishing around the dark liquid. I hung it up, not wanting to get a crease in the beautiful dress. I undid my complicated hair, and put all the pins on the vanity. When I started to take off my shift, Robb stopped me.
He walked towards me, and brought his hand up to my cheek. He softly caressed it, and I unknowingly sighed. Robb's hand was soft, but you could feel how the skin had been hardened over the years by swordplay.
Soon Robb was kissing me. His lips were strong, yet the force he used was gentle. I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. With a sudden surge of confidence, I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist.
He pulled back for a second, his hands now grasping my legs to keep me in place. "Is that what they do in the south?" He inquired. I leaned right next to his ear and whispered, "Maybe not, but it's what I do."
I then felt a sudden hardness against my upper thigh. I looked down, and blushed so deeply that I could be the background of a Lannister banner.
Robb looked uncomfortable and looked away. He put me down at the edge of the bed. I stood up, and started to undo his shirt. I decided to kiss him at the same time.
Soon Robb was shirtless, with only
his undergarments on. Robb kissed me hard, before breaking away to pull the shift over my head. My lips tingled.
I tried to cover my breast, but Robb removed my hands and kissed me. "You're beautiful, Annablyth." I knew my surprise showed in our kiss, as Robb pulled away. His face only held the sincerest concern. "What is it?"
I laughed, a nervous sound. "Many people have called me beautiful, but you are the only one who actually meant it." He kissed me, and we continued when we left off.
Afterwards, we lay in bed next to each other. Robb had torn off the covers where I had bled, and his arms held me as I listened to his breathing getting slower and slower.
His heartbeat was steady, but I knew I had to open a window. I crawled out of his grip, and he only rolled over. I cracked open a window, and breathed in the cold air.
I went to my vanity, and started to brush my hair, something that had always calmed me. When every knot was gone, I creeped back into bed. Robb immediately laced his arms around my body, and I smiled.
Because, even with the freezing air, it was the first time in my life that I felt truly warm.