Game of Thrones: Of Lions and Roses

Chapter 22 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Bran

Bran opened his eyes, staring up at the roof of his room. He smiled lightly as he recalled what day it was; it was time, time for his wedding to Meera. He reached up, while most of the various methods used to help her get around were destroyed, they had been able to salvage the pulley above his bed. Using it he sat up and bit his lip, despite his happiness he couldn't help but feel nervous.

'I'm not surprised; here, after everything that's happened to us, Meera and I are about to married; I'm sure she's nervous too.' He thought to himself. 'That's not all, there's been a lot happening here; Gendry, I would never have imagined him being a son of King Robert. Not only that, he's now ready, he's prepared to fight for the throne now. Robb wants to help him, but to think how things could have changed so much, in such a short space of time.'

Bran bowed his head; he was overthinking things but still, he couldn't help but feel slightly worried.

He pondered on what would happen, after his marriage to Meera. After the wedding, Robb would rally his armies, Gendry would take his own men and together they would make their plans for Gendry's attempt for the throne. Soon war would be upon them once more.

Just then the door opened; startling Bran out of his thoughts. He relaxed however when he saw it was Hodor, followed by Robb and Theon.

"Good morning Bran." Robb greeted. "So, today is the day."

Bran nodded. "Yeah, I can hardly wait."

They all smiled and Robb spoke again.

"Well, we better get ready."

Bran agreed and soon, with Hodor, Theon and Robb's help, he was dressed and ready for his wedding. Bran inwardly cringed however as Hodor began carrying him down to the Godswood.

'Gods, this was something I forgot, I have to be carried to my own wedding.' He thought, blushing at the thought of it. 'I…I should've remembered, should've know I would…'

His train of thought stopped when he noticed something, they had stopped. In front of them was a strange contraption; it looked like a chair but with wheels and handles at the top.

"What is…what is this?" He asked, surprised.

Robb smiled. "This is your way of getting about Bran; you sit in the chair and someone can use the handles to push the chair, or alternatively, you can wheel it yourself."

Bran was surprised by this and grinned as he realized what it meant. "So I can; I can move myself?"

"Yes; it'll take practice though so, don't try and do it yourself right now, okay." Theon stated.

Bran nodded in understanding and waited while Hodor sat him on the chair.

Bran smiled lightly as he made sure he was comfortable.

'This is, this is so much better.' He thought happily. 'At least with this, I have some dignity.'

He then asked. "Who made this?"

Theon answered. "It was a team effort, carpentry and a blacksmith, Gendry helped out, the design came from the chair that Prince Doran of Dorne uses."

Bran nodded; satisfied, mentally reminding himself to thank Gendry for his part in helping him this way. At the moment however, he could only think of the upcoming wedding; Robb began to push the chair, heading into the Godswood, thankfully the path they took wasn't too bumpy. Soon Bran found himself before the Heart Tree; he looked around; smiling as he noted his family members that were present, amongst the other people present.

They were all smiling, all happy for him, although some of them clearly had their own problems, but they were putting them aside for this day. He smirked lightly when he spotted Arya and she mock-glared at him, knowing why he was smirking. She was surprisingly wearing a dress for the wedding, even if she still wore Needle too. Yet strangely, to Bran, despite their obvious closeness before, she seemed to be staying on the opposite side of the Heart Tree from Gendry.

But he couldn't dwell on it for at that moment Meera arrived, on her father's arm.

'She's…stunning.' Bran thought, breathless.

Meera gave him a small smile, one he returned as she walked closer to him.

Truthfully Bran was so engrossed with Meera's appearance, he barely remembered the ceremony; he remembered their kiss however, the overwhelming feeling that bubbled up inside him as their lips met. Meera looked amazing in her wedding dress, her hair was sleek and straight but, most crucially for Bran, she was still herself.

They were now seated in the great hall, for the wedding feast. All around them, people were talking and eating, they were eating too, all happy, their euphoria growing by the moment. Bran reached over and took Meera's hand in his own; she smiled and squeezed his hand in response.

"It is finally done Meera, it's official." He said softly. "We are now man and wife."

Meera nodded. "Indeed; Bran, I wanted to thank you, after everything that happened to me, you still stood by me."

He smiled gently. "Always Meera."

Meera smiled back; both of them were truly happy to be together. As they enjoyed their wedding feast, Bran looked around and bit his lip; worried again as he noted that, just like in the Godswood, Arya appeared to be avoiding Gendry.

'That makes no sense; they were so close.' He wondered. 'What could have happened, this only started after the truth was revealed about Gendry after all, could that have anything to do with it, but why?'

Before he could worry about it further he was distracted by Meera's sudden exclamation.

He looked up and saw a young woman approaching them; Meera seemed happy to see her. Bran observed the young woman, noting she was around Jojen's age, short and slim, a Crannog from the Neck, she had medium long curly red hair, moss green eyes and pale lightly freckled skin.

"Hello Meera." The girl said warmly. "It's good to see you again."

Meera laughed and reached over, taking the girls hands in her own. "Lily, I had no idea you were going to be here."

The girl laughed. "I arrived shortly after the ceremony, I'm sorry I missed it."

Meera nodded and the girl, known as Lily, turned and smiled to Bran.

"It is an honour to meet you Prince Bran; I am glad to see you and Meera so happy together." She said happily. "I am Lily Fenn; I'm a friend of Meera and Jojen's."

Bran smiled and returned her greeting; shortly afterwards, Lily spotted Jojen and went to greet him, Bran didn't miss the change in her expression when she spotted Jojen.

Bran turned to Meera. "Meera, the look on Lily's face when she saw Jojen, does she…?"

Meera nodded, grinning. "Yes, she does. Not only that but, well; although they can't seem to admit it; he feels the same about her."

Bran laughed softly at that; wondering if his friend would eventually see the truth, it would be nice for Jojen to find love too. Looking back around the hall Bran paused as he noticed something; nobody else could see them but he saw them clear as day. It was Sansa and Sandor, both sneaking out of the hall.

'What, where are they…?' He thought to himself before shaking his head.

He couldn't understand it, but he shouldn't dwell on it.

Finally, by the end of the feast, it was time, Robb has issued strict instructions that there was to be no bedding ceremony; instead, Bran and Meera were merely escorted to their chambers. Smiling nervously Meera immediately helped Bran get ready for bed, before doing so herself.

"Take your time Meera; I know things are still hard for you." Bran said softly.

Meera shuddered at the memory of what happened to her at Dreadfort but she smiled and joined Bran in the bed. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him close as they both lay on their sides, facing each other and finally kissed again.

'There it is again, that feeling.' Bran thought happily.

Together they lay, holding each other, happy to finally be together. They knew that tomorrow would bring the return of war, but for now they were content. Happy with their great moment of happiness in the midst of this bleakness they lived in.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, first and last Bran chapter for this story, last POV chapter, just one more chapter to go, read and review please.