Game of Thrones: Love Shall Find its Way

Chapter 10 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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

Chapter 10

Bran stood nervously, looking out at the Godswood from his window. It wasn't much longer now; he'd be down there soon. It was the day of the wedding; he could hardly wait for that moment when he would see Meera. There was a knock at the door and Robb entered.

"Good morning Bran, how do you feel?"

Bran smiled. "Never better, a little nervous but, I'm looking forward to this."

Robb nodded. "You and Meera belong together; this is just the two of you making it official. So what first? Are you going to take your bath, or should I shave you?"

Bran turned to Robb.

"I can shave myself Robb."

Robb indicated Bran's hand; Bran looked and saw it was shaking.

Robb shook his head. "I'm not letting you shave yourself Bran, I'm pretty such neither you or Meera want you going to your wedding bed with your face cut to ribbons."

Bran rolled his eyes but consented and began to work on getting ready. Before long he found himself standing at the Heart Tree; it was nearly time; everyone was gathering, Bran found himself growing more nervous, yet his anticipation grew. Then finally Meera, escorted by her father, appeared. Bran gaped; Meera was clad in her wedding dress; her hair neat and straight. She was smiling; she looked positively stunning. Bran learned something new, thanks to Meera's maiden's cloak; House Reed's sigil, a black lizard-lion on a grey-green background.

If anyone asked him, Bran would have to admit he couldn't remember much of the ceremony. It was all overwhelming for him. The parts he remembered clearly however were when he put the grey Stark cloak around her shoulders, and the kiss. Before long he found himself seated in the great hall with Meera at his side. The wedding feast began; Bran wasn't sure just how much he ate. He had a hard time focusing and getting the food in his mouth. He couldn't take his eyes off his wife. He smiled, just the very thought of that word in regards to Meera made him feel suddenly, pleasantly, warm. Meera saw his gaze and smiled back, taking his hand in hers.

"What are you thinking, dear husband." She asked with a grin.

Bran also grinned and replied. "I'm just…I've never been happier and it's all because of you."

She laughed and leaned in closer, they kissed softly and the feast continued. When they finished however, they reached the one part of the wedding Bran had been dreading, the bedding ceremony. He had forgotten to try and talk his family out of it, now it was too late. As the guests approached Bran looked over at Meera apologetically. She smiled reassuringly at him and he prayed she would be alright, while he resigned himself to his fate.

Bran cursed himself for his forgetfulness; he also cursed the bedding ceremony itself. It was nothing short of a humiliation for those getting married, serving only as amusement for the guests. The female guests, excluding his sisters and mother, were taking him up to the room, systematically removing his clothing as they went. Bran blushed furiously at some of the comments they made. After all, he wasn't the type who typically drove women crazy with desire, he wasn't as touch and muscular as Robb, his wiry build impressed some, but others felt more like making jokes.

'This couldn't possibly get any worse.' He thought as more of his clothing was removed.

But he was wrong, it did get worse, his blush intensified when Alys Karstark suddenly made her snide comment.

"Poor Bran, having to take a small Crannog wife because that must be all he's equipped to please."

There was laughter from a few of the girls, but not from Jeyne Poole, or Dacey Mormont, Bran noticed. Alys' expression changed however as she glared in envy, her face going bright red, as Bran's smallclothes were removed. She was proven very wrong; Bran was in fact, very well endowed. They soon reached the door and Jeyne smirked.

"Have fun Bran, you'll do great." She remarked before ushering him in.

Bran groaned, knowing the gossiping, chattering girls were likely to take the 'shouting encouragement through the doors' seriously. They'd also used it as a chance to eavesdrop, however he put that aside and entered the chambers he and Meera now shared.

Bran slammed the door shut gratefully; blushing furiously. He barred it and turned when he heard the soft laugh. He smiled awkwardly as he saw Meera, lying on the bed, with the furs up to her chin. He had no doubt that, like him, she was naked. He made his way to the bed and sat down. She smiled at him, but he saw something, a flicker of something in her eyes.

"Meera, are you alright?"

She nodded. "Yes Bran, I just…can't believe we're finally here."

Bran laughed. "I guess you're right, I'm a little overwhelmed myself."

"Bran I…many don't think of Crannogs as beautiful, I…I hope I can live up to your expectations." She said suddenly and Bran realized what was worrying her.

He leaned in and gently kissed her lips, pulling back slowly. "Lady Meera Stark." He said, enjoying the sound of those words. "I love you more than anything; nothing about you could disappoint me. Now please, let me see you."

Meera smiled. "Well, I've seen you, it's only fair."

With that she pulled the furs down, allowing Bran to see her body for the first time ever. He looked her over from head to toe; his smile widening. Meera had a well-toned athletic build; her skin was pale and tan from her extensive time outdoors in the swamps back home. The pale skin being where her clothes covered her. She wasn't flat-chested anymore he noted, her breasts were small but perfect, with small light pink nipples; hardened by either the cold or arousal, Bran hoped it was the latter. He felt his mouth go dry as he noted the neatly trimmed, light brown, tightly curled hair gracing the mound between her legs. She had slight but definitely noticeable curves, but it was the scars that drew Bran's eyes. Her body was littered with little scars, most likely from sparring or hunting accidents. There was one long thin one, starting just above her left knee and going halfway up her thigh, showing whitely against her leg.

Bran smiled widely and said truthfully.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

Meera smiled at that, all traces of doubt vanishing. They kissed again deeply; Bran was on top, straddling her. Bran then began to kiss down her neck; going lower. Meera let out a gasp and moaned in delight as he kissed her breasts. He began using his mouth to lavish attention to the left one. Making sure the right wasn't neglected by using his hand before swapping over. When he finished he grinned up at her and continued to kiss down her body, going down her stomach until he stopped, his face now hovering above her cunt.

"Bran?" She asked, looking down, confusion evident in her face.

Bran smiled up at her. "I want to try something, something I heard, is it alright?"

She nodded, curious. Bran contemplated what he was about to do; he had only heard about how it was done. He found out by eavesdropping on Theon who had been bragging about it. But it sounded like the woman rather enjoyed it; he hoped Meera would. A sudden jolt of feeling made Meera jump, but then the wave of pleasure overcame her. Bran had his tongue in her cunt and was using his mouth to pleasure her.

'Gods, it's so, so…Oh Bran…' She thought before her mind went into overdrive.

Bran continued to pleasure his new wife with his mouth. The feeling was remarkable and it was clear from her moaning and constant chanting of his name, Meera seemed to be enjoying it too.

Finally Meera let out a scream as her pleasure reached his peak. When it finally subsided she sank back onto the bed. She looked down and saw Bran, pulling himself back up over her. Grinning, eyes bright as he wiped his chin.

"Was that good?" He asked; he sounded nonchalant but Meera could hear the vulnerability in it.

"Yes Bran, it was amazing." She replied truthfully, pulling him closer and kissing him.

She could feel Bran's arousal poking her thigh and laughed.

"You're a little too far to the side." She quipped.

Bran understood and also laughed. "Sorry, you're ready then."

She nodded and Bran positioned himself; then slowly, carefully, taking care not to hurt her, he entered. Once again they were both consumed by pleasure as they carried out their lovemaking. Bran noted in the back of his mind that he encountered no barrier, no maidenhead, but was not disturbed. He had no doubts about Meera's fidelity, or even her being a maiden. He knew her lifestyle, and knew that her horse riding and hunting would have ruptured her maidenhead, long before she ever came to this bed. As it was their first time, it did not take long for them to reach their peak and with moans of ecstasy they climaxed, Bran filling Meera's womb with his seed. Once they came down from their high, they moved into a more comfortable position.

Now lying side by side, arms around each other, they both let out contented sighs. What they had done had been expected of them, it was their duty. But they loved each other dearly and such a duty was not a chore for them. They had enjoyed the act immensely. Kissing again they drifted off to sleep, overjoyed that now, they were bound together, in love, forever.

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