Hello King Robert, Queen Cersei." She and her Lordly uncle bowed before them as they entered into the House , though the Queen looked angry about something when looking her over. She felt bashful, staring at Queen Cersei; she was so beautiful, with her long, golden locks of hair that shimmered down her backside like liquid gold, and her eyes, they were a sharp emerald coloured, and they stared at her with something of distaste in her sharp, but seemly cool eyes, which made Jeyne feel slightly unnerved as it was. Her dress was a bright cherry red/golden colour, which were the colours House Lannister, not raven-gold colors of House Baratheon, the house she was married into. I think she hates me. What did I ever do to her? She vaguely wondered, as the woman turned away, walking away from her with something of a frown freckling her delicate features.
"You look as beautiful as ever, Jeyne." Robert looked much the same as he did in the Vale when Jon called him there during the beginnings of Robert's Rebellion, whilst she herself was in Runestone, fostered under the watchful eye of her lady aunt - which was to say handsome, with deep blue eyes and a ringlet of raven-coloured on his head to add to the charm. He was extremely athletic, with large, bulging muscles - and when she was younger, she found him extremely appealing to look upon, and even charismatic too. She was vaguely glad he never gave her a bastard belly, amongst other things. She stared at her uncle. He wasn't looking to happy about this occurrence - given that he had wanted to keep away Robert from her, because he would do something stupid, no doubt.
"She's my fiancée, Robert." Than, she saw her fiancé himself. He was a tall man, overlooking her like his older brother was, but he wasn't as taller than Robert himself was though. He also was average looking, compared to Robert, it was almost pathetic. She was tempted to sigh in despair over it, given that she had imaged him to be at least handsome, given that Ned was handsome enough looking. Fook you Robert. That kind thought kind of pissed her off, that this man would come over here, to overlook her wedding, to make his younger brother look pathetic to her in comparison to him to her. How dare he? She was outraged at it. How dare he make the man she was suppose to marry look lesser to him? If it weren't for her uncle, she'd shout at him for it, but she doubted he'd care. He was never the considerate kind of man, unlike Ned - she did actually like him, as a person though, despite his affections towards her. In another life, she might have fallen for him, given that personality wise, he was more attractive and alluring to her than Robert had ever been, but alas, in this life - it was simply not meant to be, unfortunately. He was always kind to her as it was, whilst he was staying at the Eyre alongside Robert, that was.
She held her tongue, but the way Jon looked suggested he was angry enough for the two of them, as he dragged Robert away after saying a slight greeting to her Lordly husband. Cersei went inside, ignoring her and not saying a single word to her.
"Hello Lord Stannis. I appreciate what you did, by placing the flag of my house next to your own. I feel quite honoured by the gesture, my Lord." She bowed before him, politely. He didn't smile, but then again, he didn't appear to be the smiling kind, but than again, Jeyne was just a shy, introverted young woman herself. How could she know the mind of a great lord?
"It's my duty as Lord of Storm's End to honour my Lady wife's house as it is, Lady Jeyne." Stannis replied, taking her gently by one of her arms to escort her in. He was so big in comparison to her, that she was in awe; she could also feel the muscle within his arms. It was nice, feeling safe with him. Although, she'd also feel safe... Foookk you Robert. She was tempted to throw a hissy fit over this, that Robert would dare do this. There was a reason why she wasn't taking Robert being here very well; because Robert knew it as well as she did, that he could seduce her and take her to bed himself if he so wished. She wasn't a weak woman by any means, but rather she was a normal woman in regards to the sheer glorious manly handsomeness that is Robert Baratheon, King of Westeros. It was so gods damn insulting to her, that he'd dare show his face here, even knowing this fact.
"Your very kind, Lord Stannis. I only wish Robert was as considerate..." Oh, how she wished Robert would've been considerate. More considerate to have just not have arrived here at all. But alas, here he was, being a prick to herself and Jon's wishes.
"I'm sorry, Lady Jeyne. It's not like I wished him here, anymore than you." He responded with annoyance, as they walked into the hall. It also was full of hues of blues and silvers, her house colours, mixed in with the raven-yellow of House Baratheon, and it was truly a breathtaking sight, one to behold. Her eyes widened, looking around at the well-decorated hall. There were Lannister soldiers, intermingled alongside the blue/sliver personal Eyre guards of Jon and herself & Lord Stannis's own finely dressed yellow/raven levies, which tempted a great, deep frown of Jeyne. The Lannister's were supposed to have no presence here, at Storm's End; it wasn't there place. Casterly Rock was, not the Stormlands. There colors were most unwelcome here, in the grand hall of the stags.
"My Lord, if you don't mind me inquiring, but what are those Lannister levies doing here?" Jeyne wondered, mildly. She found the sight of red/gold troops to be a eye souring sight on the entire beautiful ceremony as it was. They'd be married in about four days hence, or so Jon told her, as they found themselves here, with their three guards following from the Vale. They had brought them, mostly for the long, treacherous way down the Eyre's great mount, to prevent themselves from getting murdered by the murderous clansmen that haunted the Vale like a never-ending disease that soiled the fertile grounds of the Vale. But then again, they also brought them because the King's Road wasn't truly safe, for there were still bandits that sniffed out any prey and attacked upon sight. She did not think she - a young woman with minimal hand-to-hand combat would be safe drifting on the dangerous roads of the King's Road - and neither would an old man like Jon, be safe there. A bandit would come across an old man and a girl, more or less, and would think to themselves, easy prey. So it was better to be safe than sorry, in this matter anyhow.
"Cersei Lannister." He also seemed a bit miffed about this little fact too. They weren't supposed to be here. And where were the white coats, the King's Guard more or less, for Robert and Cersei anyhow? She didn't see any in this hall, and none with the Queen nor King upon encountering them at the large entrance.
"This isn't there place. Why allow them in? Doesn't the Queen and King have the King's Guards to protect them?" She tilted her head. Truly, why what in blazes was Robert thinking with this gods forsaken decision? Was he thinking at all when he decided to bring the Lannister's to his former seat?
Stannis didn't respond beyond looking furiously angry at seeing them in his own keep. She knew they had Baratheon troops of yellow/raven at King's Landing too. Was the Lannister influence so bad that they had to bring them with to her own wedding? She was frustrated by this action, as she stormed off inside the building, alongside Stannis, her fiance. It occurred to her that she didn't know him very well - even though he might twice her height. Indeed, most people were taller her, even Ned whom called her as tiny as a button whilst they both young and stupid. Sometimes, he'd give her a boutique, but he wasn't the only one whom gave her flowers - many boys did, from her cousin, Albar Royce, of whom is still currently the heir of Runestone, to some common boys she paid not a single attention too.
She sighed, thinking about her wedding, as he gently escorted her to a seat on the higher platitudes above the rest of the guests. Most castles had such designs in their castles, mostly as a show of brute force to their lower classed peoples, and because it elevated them above them. King Robert took the King's seat, which was the common practice considering he was the King and thus the head of the table at any table was meant for a King - but was usually vacate at the Eyre at least, mostly as a sign of respect for His Majesty. But everyone rather followed their lord in when to sit down than the King himself, considering this was the Lord's court, not the King's. So, when Stannis sat down, he flickered his fingers to let the common folk know when to sit when he did. Jeyne smiled, gently besides him, as a good will towards her future subjects. Indeed, Jeyne wished to be popular with the masses, let them know their future Lady and the mother of their future Lord to come.
"You sure are a tiny one, Jeyne. Your tits are as flat as a piece of board, like how Princess Elia's were." Jeyne stared at him. How dare he bring up Elia Martell at any and all events? She knew of Elia's death. It was horrible, and she was said to have been raped and murdered by that horrible Mountain fella that the Lannister's kept as a pet. A fearful threat, at that.
"I heard Elia was beautiful, before her demise..." She was tempted to say more concerning Princess Elia Martell, but the look on his Lannister's wife face was of pure shook and rage, and so Jeyne decided against it. It would due her no good will to alienate the Queen, and besides, they'd be good-sisters after she married Lord Stannis. So she'd not alienate her, and so she kept her tart tongue closed, for now at least. She'd start taking her gentle lady sliver-wear - a tiny spoon and a tiny medallion fork, before taking scooping some potato soup into her wooden bowl. She'd start taking sips of it, whilst staring at the moods of the people around her - Stannis was eating some chicken broth, his brother was eating a hearty lamb chop, whilst laughing as they played his favorite music sound. She didn't care for it, but at it wasn't the Rains of Castamere that the court folk sung all the time to honor Lord Tywin Lannister as it was.
"Now, we're not to speak of the Princess, not in my hold, and you are most certainly not comparing her to Jeyne Arryn, my fiancee, Robert. That comparison sickens me." Stannis stated matter of factly.
Robert frowned, but shut his mouth, less he sound more of an arsehole than he was being currently, to compare her to a dead rape victim, at that. That monster that killed Elia, he disgusted her; the Princess was an innocent victim of her husband's excesses and was brutally raped by a monster, alongside her two children. She's heard all of the rumors concerning Elia, and she felt uttermost sorrow for the Princess, but not so much for her husband. He was comely enough at Harrenhal, and sang beautifully enough, but she saw the way he looked at that wolf woman Lyanna and felt like vomiting as a result of it. Indeed, it was enough to prevent her from crying at the sounds of his beautiful music, which seemed to offend him somewhat considering everyone else did so, but she was somewhat disgusted by the love-struck looks he gave to Lyanna Stark. He never looked at her once at Harrenhal, which was fine.
When she heard that he ran off with that Wolf girl and everything that happened - like Brandon Stark, Lyanna Stark's brother, and her father dying at the hands of Aerys II.. She felt bad for Lyanna, given how sweet and warm the girl was. So full of life and joy, and for her youth to be taken away from her so early in her life made her feel sorrow for her. However, she hated Rhaegar. For staring all of this. He did, if did indeed kidnap Lyanna - than, her abduction by the Prince was the match to the entire Rebellion whilst Aerys was literally the flames that brought about the war that overthrew the incestuous Dragon Lords off the Iron Throne and into exile, where they'd likely be of no harm to anyone considering they were just a boy and a infant amongst other thing. He may have had goods things said about him, but they were bias, by people that didn't see him for what he was, all they saw was a dutiful, pretty prince that could do no wrong, no wrong at all, because they were brother-fucker supporters no doubt.
The ceremony & the bedding,
Stannis believed Jeyne Arryn to be an cute beauty, nothing too extravagant or voracious about her, beyond maybe her waist. That was the largest area on her petite body, and even that he felt as though he could wrap his whole hand around. Her eyes were a beautiful blue-color, like the sky, and he liked staring into them, for he felt as though he could swim in them, for how lovely they were to look at. Her lips were small, dainty things, but her smile was nice to look at nevertheless. She did smile, although it was often strained and nervous to look at, given that they were surrounded by bawdy bannermen that noted on her looks and shape of body with large smiles ; His brother, the King, got hefty drunk and prepared himself for the bedding that would never occur, so nicely, which he joined with them with lustful and inappropriate comments about Jeyne's body all the whilst he boomed with laughter, even as Jeyne looked the most uncomfortable over the remarks the King said in regards to her. Lady Lannister decided to not join them, in preference for staying in her chambers during the entire event. He didn't blame her one bit, considering Robert's behavior during the event had not been proper of a King of his status. It was quite horrible, to make sex jokes about his own brother's future wife, and on her own wedding day nevertheless. Now, the Marcher banner-men could get away with the baldy jokes about their future lady and such, but Robert, he should've known better considering his position above the rest of them.
Jeyne was good with the Marcher lords he had invited to the event, teasing them with a joking smile upon her oval-shaped face. She would make a good lady to him, considering her gentle temperament and dutiful nature that all Arryns seem to have naturally. Her eyes were twinkling and full of fire, as she danced with his lords and Knights with a sort of grace about her as she did so. She was a good, lovely dancer and everyone wanted to dance with her, given how good she was at it. Stannis danced with her too, and she was smiling when he did so, with sort of mischievous sort of one, a trouble-some smile - or was she flirting with him? It was terribly hard to tell; he had never been good with woman.
Than, came the bedding.
Jon Arryn put a quick stop to that, and allowed Jeyne to go their quarters relatively unscathed, besides for her hair now being down from out of it's bun due to someone snatching her blue pin out of it. He'd find whomever took her pin out later.
Her hair was a soft dirt blonde, and he could see the brown within it. Her hair also extended gently to her shoulders, but it made her oval shape face rounder to have her slightly curly hair round her already round face. He also could see she had some faint freckles loosening her gentle cheeks, and that she had Jon's famous hooked nose upon her face. It only added to her natural look of polishness that she possessed.
He'd also push her onto the bed, staring at her tiny pink nipples. Her eyes were wide, and somewhat fearful, no doubt because Jeyne was still a maiden, as Jon told him. But her nervousness made her somewhat alluring, if not in a docile sort of way.
"Are you happy with me, my Lord." She asked, gently probing at him, as she sat there nude on the bed. He kissed her, as a response, and she tasted like fresh apple pie. He could feel her shivering, given that it was cold. and gently stop kissing her, before fondling with her breasts. They weren't very impressive., but they'd soon be full and pulp of milk for a newborn child she'd be having soon enough anyhow. He could hear his bannermen laughing outside of his door upon hearing that from Jeyne, although she didn't seem to care, as she shivered. Stannis put a blanket on top of her, to prevent her from shivering anymore. She gave him a semi-relieved smile, which made her look pretty. If she wasn't smiling, she looked like a completely average woman, with nothing particularly special about her. She wasn't as nearly as beautiful as her good sister, Cersei, but that didn't disappoint him especially.
"Does your family have any problems with births?" He wondered.
"No, my lord, my mother gave birth to two healthy children. Jon's mother, my grandmother, had thrice healthy children for her Arryn husband." She responded, ever so gently. He could tell she was nervous. He should just get on with it, truth to be told. Jon told him that she was a maiden, and he believed her. She seemed like the most coyish, honest woman and would've told him if she had lost her maidenhood.
He took her, thrice, and felt the blood of her maidenhood upon his cock which satisfied him. It looked like it hurt her, given how she went stiff when he entered her. He had never intended to hurt her, as he gently rubbed her face, staring at her. Her eyes widened, before nodding once more. That was a hopeful sign, at the very least.
"It's alright my lord, my own lady mother told me that her first losin' of her own maidenhood was just as painful as mine." She laughed somewhat bitterly at the sentiment, which didn't make it much better to him, considering he'd been bedding her for the next fortnight until he was sure she was with child. She'd no doubt have to deal with it, and as would he. At least she was easy to bed, given how open she had been to him, upon seeing him naked. It was presumably the first time she'd seen a man naked given how her eyes enlarged upon seeing the entirety of him.
"Pain is what makes us stronger, Jeyne Arryn." He'd say matter of factly, staring into those gentle blue-colored eyes of hers. That was the truth of it. She'd have the pains of childrearing soon, and thus, that would make her grow as a person, he'd assume. He had his own pains from the siege, with his own men, with his brother Robert - now it was time for her to see what pain felt like, to develop own her character, given how shy and dutiful she seemed to appear to him. Being a mother would be good for her, and good for him, likely.