Game of Thrones: Love Shall Find its Way

Chapter 9 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Chapter 9

Meera shifted awkwardly as she stood before the looking glass. She was currently clad in the elegant, and stunningly beautiful, dress she would be wearing at her wedding. Not used to wearing dresses, Meera felt rather uncomfortable. But in truth, she found she didn't mind, in fact, she liked it. She actually felt beautiful for once.

'I hardly recognize myself; I actually look beautiful.' She thought happily. 'I'm actually glad Lady Stark convinced me to make these changes.'

Shortly after her betrothal to Bran had been announced, Lady Stark had spoken with Meera. They had in fact spent more time together in the first two weeks of the betrothal, than they had ever before. Through her time spent with Lady Stark; Meera had worn dresses a few times, mostly to get used to wearing them for the wedding. However the dresses served another purpose, they allowed Meera to show a more feminine side to herself. One which Bran was amazed to see and certainly enjoyed. She had also grown her hair out from her normal boyish cut to a shoulder length style. A style still considered scandalous by more conservative ladies. Their betrothal was also a short one, but any rumours about them were quickly dispelled. This relieved Meera greatly; after all, she was nervous enough about this, despite her anticipation at the same time.

She smiled as she continued to check her dress. Sansa stood next to her, also smiling; Arya was seated at the side of the room, a hand on her swollen stomach, also watching. Bethany was also present; Meera noted that, ever since the announcement, neither she nor Bran had been left alone. They always had an escort; but they didn't mind. It just meant that the kisses they managed to share, in their stolen moments alone, were even sweeter.

"You look perfect." Sansa said softly.

Meera smiled gratefully. "Thank you Sansa."

Arya noted Meera's discomfort however and couldn't help but smile. "You'll get used to the dress soon enough."

Sansa laughed suddenly.

"Oh really, I seem to recall you didn't Arya." She revealed; gently teasing.

Arya rolled her eyes. "Very funny Sansa."

Meera couldn't help herself, she laughed too. She looked over at Bethany, while her family had left for home, Bethany had chosen to remain for Bran and Meera's wedding.

'She's become such a great friend, both to me and Bran. If it wasn't for her, we wouldn't have those stolen moments at all.' She thought quietly before speaking. "Bethany, once we're done here, can I talk to you in private for a moment."

Bethany nodded and soon, once Meera was back in breeches and tunic, they left. Sansa and Arya headed downstairs; their conversations turning to Arya's yet to be born child. Meera and Bethany entered a room where they could talk quietly together.

Meera smiled as she turned to Bethany.

"You've been such a good friend, and without your quick thinking, Bran and I would not have been betrothed." Meera stated. "I'm more grateful than I can possibly say."

Bethany shook her head. "It's no trouble Meera…Anything for a friend."

Meera laughed at that and then replied. "All the same, I wish to repay you for that. When Bran and I have our first child…I wish for you to become his or her godmother."

Bethany gasped and then smiled. "I would be honoured Meera, thank you."

Meera smiled, happy that her offer had been accepted. Later she was back in her chambers; looking around, remembering. It would not be much longer until the wedding now and then she and Bran would be sharing chambers. She was then distracted by a knock at the door.

"Come in." She said quickly, turning to face the door.

She smiled widely as her brother walked in. "Jojen, you made it."

Jojen nodded and then said something that surprised her. "Yes, not just me either."

With that he stood aside and Meera's eyes widened as she saw her parents standing there.

"Mother, father." She gasped as she rushed forwards to embrace them.

They both laughed and returned the embrace.

"You didn't think we'd miss our daughter's wedding, did you?" Jyana asked rhetorically.

Meera shook her head; overjoyed that her family were now all here.

Bran sighed as he stood, checking out his clothes for the wedding.

"They seem alright." He stated at last.

Robb and Theon who were with him both nodded. Noting the sigh and Bran's expression Robb decided to speak up.

"Are you alright Bran?" He asked.

Bran started before turning and nodded. "Y-yes, of course; it's nothing."

Robb smiled however, now realizing what the problem was. "Nervous."

Bran sighed and nodded.

"Yes, a little." He admitted.

"It's alright to be nervous, that's natural." Robb explained. "Just remember, you and Meera love each other."

Theon laughed. "That's right; just think of the fun you'll both have at the bedding."

Bran went bright red at that and Robb glared.

"Theon!" He snapped.

Theon laughed. "What, it's true."

Robb groaned. "Ugh, you're not helping."

"That is how Theon helps, Robb." Bran reminded him lightly, still blushing.

Robb merely shook his head as, once Bran was changed, they left the room. Theon left them, heading outside; Robb and Bran meanwhile headed through to the great hall, ready for something to eat.

"Listen Bran; you may be nervous now." Robb stated. "But I'm sure this will work out wonderfully; you'll enjoy this, I'm sure of it."

Bran smiled and nodded, grateful to his brother. Robb was right, while nervous, there was much to look forward too, he could hardly wait for the day of the wedding.

That night; while the rest of the family was sleeping. Ned sat up in his solar; he smiled lightly as he read the message which had just arrived. As was part of the agreement with the marriage of Arya and Gendry, Ned kept Robert up to date on the status of the Baratheon Branch Family. Robert had just replied to the news Ned had sent regarding Arya's pregnancy. Robert sent his congratulations and best wishes, as well as his hopes for everything to go well. There was a knock at the door; Ned looked up as the door opened and his wife walked in. Ned smiled and stood up.

"Cat; hello, sorry I should've told you'd I'd be late." He said at once.

Catelyn shook her head however. "It's fine Ned; I heard about the letter. I just came to tell you that, now with Howland and Jyana here, everything is ready for the wedding."

Ned smiled and kissed his wife warmly. "That's good to hear; soon Bran will be with the woman he loves. Our ties to the Reeds will be stronger than ever before."

Catelyn nodded; she could hardly wait, soon it would be time, the wedding was now only days away.

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