A/N: It's the one you've been waiting for! Here comes the wedding, hope you all enjoy it!

unnamed visitor: Yes, it will be a while before Robb and Jaime can be considered "friends". You're right, Jaime has nothing against Robb beside the fact he's marrying his daughter, he'd feel the same about any man. It isn't personal. I'm in two minds about the miracle baby, it all depends on how part three goes so I won't promise anything either way. Not sure about bringing Oberyn in, again, maybe yes, maybe no. I still have a lot of planning to do! Thank you very much, the wedding is here for you and I hope you enjoy it! And thank you so much for your PS, it was really lovely to read!

Guest: Hmm, I think you said you wanted more? Here it is ;)

ItsLiz: Firstly your reviews are not sucky, they're lovely to read and really detailed - just had to tell you that! I'm really glad you enjoyed the last chapter, the Lana/Robb talk you mentioned is a no for now, but perhaps in the future. It's about time Theon did something useful haha! As for other fics, I have three completed Robb/OC fic (My Kingdom Come, Paying the Toll and Lionheart). The one I have updating now is Truth Breeds Lies and has so many pairings I can't list them! Also, I can't really give them away since some pairs change and some are surprises haha. Sorry if that's a bit ambiguous! Thank you again, hope you enjoy the wedding.

Right-ho folks, on with the wedding!

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One

"Look at you," her mother breathed behind her and Amy did indeed look as she stood in front of the long mirror in her newly laced wedding dress. It was made of creamy ivory silks with capped lace sleeves and lace adorning the hem of the skirt and just below the bodice. The bodice itself was low cut with golden Lannister lions and silver Stark direwolves entwined with one another adorning it. A perfect mix of north and south as she had told Robb. Her stomach fluttered as she thought of Robb, wondering if he was ready yet or if he had already gone down to the Godswood. She took a deep breath then, placing her hand to her intricately braided hair that had been piled up atop her head. Two silver combs with fat pearls set into them had been shoved into either side of the style, a gift from her grandfather which she would have to remember to write and thank him for. She reached her hands around her neck and unclasped the golden lion necklace he had gifted her with on her departure from the Rock. It didn't feel right to wear it today since she would soon be becoming a Stark. Instead she fumbled in her jewellery box for a moment before pulling out the brooch Robb had had made for her name day. It was the best of both houses, just like her dress, and it complimented it beautifully.

"A perfect finishing touch," her mother praised, coming up behind her and placing her hands on her shoulders, squeezing lightly for a moment.

"I think I'm ready," Amy breathed then.

"I'll fetch your father if you're sure," she said, meeting her eyes in the mirror.

"I'm sure," Amy nodded certainly, "I've never been more sure of anything"

"Good," she squeezed her shoulders again, "I'll not be a moment."

When she had gone Amy turned away from the mirror and took another deep breath, her hands coming to rearrange her skirts slightly, her heart beating just a tiny bit too fast. She could scarce believe the day had come, the day when she would finally become Robb's wife. It had been a little over six years since she had received that first letter from him and she smiled wistfully. That seemed a lifetime ago now. She sat down on the end of the bed then to wait for her father but no sooner had she sat than the door flung open to reveal him and she was on her feet again at once. He seemed to falter as he took in her appearance and she was instantly paranoid.

"Is it alright? Do I look alright?" she asked him fearfully.

"I have never seen you look more beautiful," he said after a moment, his voice rather choked.

"Is it time to go? Will Robb be there?" she questioned.

"Yes, they went down not too long ago," he answered her.

"Let's go then," she smiled brightly.

"Amy wait a moment," he stopped her in her tracks by placing his hands on her shoulders; "are you certain this is what you want?"

"I want to marry him," she said, looking him dead in the eye.

"Good," he nodded, "but if you don't then you just have to say the word and we will whisk you right back to the Rock"

"Father," she smiled, still holding his eyes, "I want to marry him; I promise you"

"That's all I needed to hear," he smiled back, "now then – shall we?"

Robb's heart pounded as he fought the urge to look around as he knelt before the heart tree. He knew she was coming, he had heard the gasps and the murmurs of those gathered to witness their union but he knew he had to keep his head bowed and just wait for her to kneel at his side. When he heard the muffled footsteps coming closer to him his heart felt as though it would explode. A second later his eye caught that of the laced hem of her skirts and a moment later she was kneeling down next to him and he finally turned his head. Gods she looked beautiful. Magical. Otherworldly even. She beamed at him then and he blinked rather rapidly before managing to return her smile. He nodded slightly to her and they moved as one to place their hands on the bark of the heart tree, their arms crossing so their thumbs could wrap around one another's.

"I swear myself yours before the Gods," they both began in perfect unison; "I put my faith and my trust in you. I give you my body, my heart and my soul. May the Gods keep us, protect us and bind us in light and in darkness until eternal sleep takes us."

With that it was done. It was so simple he could have laughed. She was his wife and he was her husband and it had only taken a moment. They laced their fingers together then and pulled their hands back from the tree before rising as one. Neither of them looked at the watching crowd nor paid any attention to the smattering of applause. Their eyes could only find one another's as they wore identical smiles of triumph. Robb leaned his head down then and she tilted hers up so their lips could meet in a chaste kiss. How he wanted to deepen it but he restrained himself, feeling her own restraint in the way her hand squeezed so tightly with his own. When he pulled away he couldn't help but let out a little laugh of relief as the applause around them only seemed to grow louder.

"My wife …" Robb said disbelievingly as he watched her dancing with her father.

"I'm pleased for you," Jon said in amusement, seeing the glazed look in his brother's eyes.

"None of it feels real," Robb said, shaking his head.

"You deserve this Robb, enjoy it," Jon implored him.

"You're not leaving are you?" Robb asked then, seeing his eyes darting towards the door.

"I think I've tested your mother enough," Jon sighed, "besides, I'm sure you'll be leaving soon yourself"

"Aye," Robb said faintly, blinking stupidly, "thank you Jon … I know it can't have been easy"

"It was worth stomaching a few glares to see you so happy," Jon smiled.

"You're not headed right back are you?" Robb asked then.

"I'll stay another few nights but then I really will have to go," Jon said regretfully.

"Just make sure you visit again soon," Robb implored him.

"I will, enjoy your night Robb," Jon said, clapping him on the back.

"Aye, see you tomorrow in the yard," he said with a grin before they embraced one another fiercely for a moment.

"Kingslayer?" Catelyn said in amusement as they watched Jaime dancing with his daughter in the middle of the hall, such an affectionate smile on his face as she chattered away happily to him as they moved gracefully around the space. Ned chuckled at her side and she turned her head slightly to see that he was taking a long drink from his wine. "I have to confess," he said when he lowered it again, "that name no longer suits him."

"Perhaps it never did," she suggested.

"Believe me it did," he said, shaking his head, "he was a cocky little sod"

"Young," Catelyn smiled.

"We were all young back then Cat," he smiled back, "that's no excuse"

"Do you remember our wedding?" she asked him then.

"Every moment," he said, meeting her eyes.

"Remember Jory's face when he tore my gown?" she said lightly.

"Poor boy was mortified," Ned chuckled.

"I hope Robb will be as happy as we are," she said, slight concern in her voice.

"I know you're his mother and you can't help but fuss," he said in amusement, "but I'll bet he's already just as happy as we are," he finished, laying his hand atop hers.

"I should be offended, you spending all your time looking at another woman," Lanette said and Jaime looked at her sheepishly as they continued their dance.

"I'm sorry," he said, bringing a smile to his face.

"Will you stop worrying about her, she's perfectly happy," she urged him.

"I know she is, every word she utters is laced with pure joy," he said.

"Then why do you look as though she has just been condemned to death?" she asked.

"I just can't believe we've let her go," he said.

"We always knew the day would come," she said softly and he nodded.

"It's like you say … she's happy, that's what matters," he nodded.

"Exactly," she smiled, "and they can always come and visit … and we can visit here again"

"I know," he smiled back but it fell from his face almost at once, his body stiffening in her arms.

"What …?" she started, following his line of vision and seeing Robb leading Amy through the throng of people and towards the doors; "Jaime calm down …"

"Already?" he asked her in an irritated manner.

"You were the one that banned the bedding ceremony," she told him and his eyes narrowed.

"To spare her humiliation," he reminded her.

"Jaime please, he is hardly forcing her from the room," she soothed him.

"It's barely dark," he whined.

"What difference does that make?" she asked him incredulously.

"I don't know," he scowled.

"Stop worrying," she implored him, "she'll be alright Jaime I know she will … she loves him."

Robb could practically feel the nerves rolling between him and Amy as he opened the door of his chamber and led her inside, his mind desperately trying to remember everything Theon had told him to do the night before. His mind was seemingly empty though as he looked at her standing there in his chamber, her eyes scanning the room before they settled on the bed. He saw the flash of apprehension in them then and he swallowed hard, moving towards the side table and loosening his doublet as he went. "Perhaps we could have a drink first?" he suggested, Gods had he really just said that? "I think any more wine would make me sick," she confessed then, regretting the words as soon as she had said them. "Maybe we could just sit a while?" he suggested then, gesturing to the sofa in front of the fire. She nodded almost shyly and it struck him in that moment just how small and delicate she was as she crossed to him, her arms folded as her hands ran up and down the tops of them. "Are you cold?" he asked her and she shook her head. "I just don't really know what to do with myself," she confessed and he smiled slightly, sitting himself down and shrugging out of his doublet. "That makes two of us," he said as she came and sat at his side.

The silence was almost painful and he leant forwards to unlace his boots for something to do. Amy watched him for a moment before she followed suit, pulling the dainty little silk slippers from her feet and setting them aside neatly. When she straightened up Robb was looking at her intently and she swallowed hard before inching herself closer to him. "Come here," he said, patting his lap and she obliged him, albeit hesitantly. When she was settled he stroked his hand up and down her back until he felt her relax under his touch, one of her own hands sneaking around his neck so she could toy with the curls at the back of his neck. He let his hand wander from her back then and up to her hair, easing one of the silver combs from her soft tresses. Amy leant further into him so he could better reach the other one and he swallowed hard as he noticed her trussed up breasts were right under his chin. He lay the two combs aside and pulled out the pins that were holding the rest of her hair in place until her curls came tumbling down her back. His fingers traced across her collarbone and he heard her breath hitch as he whispered them down towards her breasts. His touch was feather light on the swell of her breast as his fingers made their way to the top of her bodice so he could unpin her brooch.

Robb moved his hand up to cup her cheek then so he could encourage her lips to his and she moved closer to him so they could meet in a kiss. She shifted her whole body closer to him as their kiss deepened, twisting her torso around to face his and wrapping both her arms around his shoulders. Robb took heart from her reaction and let the hand that wasn't resting lightly on her waist come up and stroke the soft swell of her breasts again. She made no move to stop him nor pull away so he hooked his fingers around the front of her bodice and pulled the silky material down so more of her breast was exposed to his touch. Amy couldn't help the tiny noise of surprise that left her mouth as Robb's touch became firmer and she felt the buds of her breasts harden of their own accord. His lips came away from hers then and she frowned slightly but it soon faded as he trailed them down her jawline and her neck before travelling even lower. When he kissed across her breast she inhaled sharply, her hands clenching in the curls at the back of her head. Robb prayed that her action was that of desire as he let his tongue roam around her hardened bud, she let out a gasp then and a tiny moan, her back arching into him and he almost smiled in relief.

Amy could feel that warmth in her stomach now, that unknown urge in her rising up again, the heat slowly making its way between her legs as Robb's hot mouth continued lavishing attention on her breast. When she let another small moan escape her mouth the hand he had resting on her waist travelled around and up her back to the top of her lacings. He moved his mouth from her breast as he tugged on them, trailing his lips back up across her chest and along her neck before he pulled away and looked into her eyes as he continued slowly unthreading the laces of her dress. "Is this alright?" he asked her, "I'm not rushing you?" She shook her head then, unable to think of any words as her bodice came looser and looser, her breathing still ragged from Robb's kisses. Her bodice slipped down, exposing both her firm breasts to him and Robb couldn't help but fix his eyes on them as he pulled her bodice down so it was settled around her waist. Gods she was beautiful. When he lifted his eyes back to hers he saw a slightly worried look in them, perhaps a little shame? "Don't worry about anything," he breathed, "you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen Amy." Relief flooded her features then and he smiled widely at her before pulling her in for another kiss.

The kiss deepened at once and, buoyed by Robb's sweet words and the ever increasing heat between her thighs, Amy let her hands find the laces on his shirt and began to blindly loosen them. When her hands found his bare chest she resisted the urge to let them linger and instead trailed them down until she could tug his shirt free from his breeches. Robb broke the kiss regretfully when he realised what she was trying to do, moving his hands from around her waist so he could help her pull his shirt up and over his head. He tossed it across the room then and she giggled at him. He smiled widely in response and she leant in and pressed a kiss to the dimple on his left cheek that she could still not get enough of seeing. Robb pulled her closer into him, wanting their bare torso's pressed together and she obliged him, manoeuvring herself so she came to straddle his lap. He felt faintly embarrassed that she might be able to feel his hardness through his breeches but before he could dwell on it her mouth was back on his and he lost his train of thought as he always did. His hands he allowed to palm at her breasts and she moaned into his mouth, her back arching into him and her hips rocking slightly against his.

The action made him want to explode and he knew that his body was just screaming for him to take her but he steeled himself, his hand moving to find the hem of her dress. He pulled it up when he found it, slipping his hand underneath it to rest on her bare thigh. She shuddered then but he was hopeful that it was with desire as she pressed herself even closer to him, her tongue still twisting skilfully with his own as they continued to kiss. He let his hand run high up on her thigh and still she didn't tense under his touch. His thumb found her warmth first and she gasped against his mouth as he moved his hand so he could cup between her legs. Slowly he slid two fingers against her, groaning into her own mouth at how warm and wet she was for him. Theon had told him that that was the best sign of all that she wanted him and it had him even harder in his breeches, if that were even possible. Amy pulled away from their kiss then and met his eyes as he continued to move his fingers, his thumb seeking out that little bud that he had been told was the key to bringing her ultimate pleasure.

Amy tentatively began rock her hips slowly in time with the way he was gliding his fingers between her legs, a gasp leaving her mouth at the delicious friction the movement seemed to create. "Do you want more?" Robb asked her then, a slight blush on his cheeks. She wasn't entirely sure what more would entail but she imagined it would mean more pleasure and so she nodded her head shyly, her eyes still on his. He found her entrance with the tip of his finger, his thumb landing on that little bud as he did so. He circled his thumb then and she gasped, a little cry of surprised pleasure leaving her lips that encouraged him to push two of his fingers inside her. This felt strange to Amy but she had to trust that Robb knew what he was doing as he slowly began to move his fingers in and out of her. At first she wasn't sure if she liked what he was doing but then his thumb pressed more firmly against her and everything felt wonderful. She moved her hips in time with his and soon the feel of his thick fingers gliding so easily in and out of her felt just as good as the way his thumb circled slowly around some part of her that seemed to make her whole body want to shake with pleasure.

A wanton moan escaped her then and she wanted to blush at how loud it was, her eyes leaving Robb's as she moved her forehead to rest against his shoulder as he continued his motions. His thumb pressed down even more firmly and her body almost convulsed as her stomach tightened to an extent that it was almost painful. In the next instant it was all pleasure, all an immense wave of relief that crashed through her entire body and she stifled her cry in the muscles of his shoulder as Robb groaned out into her ear. Their movements stilled and after another moment he slid his fingers carefully from her warmth as he pressed kisses across her shoulder and up towards her ear. "Are you alright?" he breathed, the warmth of his breath tickling her as she nodded her head against him. "Yes," she somehow managed to reply and she felt his hands come to her hips. "I don't know if I can wait any longer," he confessed to her then and she swallowed hard, knowing what he wanted, she could feel it as she straddled his lap. "I'm ready," she said, pressing a kiss of her own to his shoulder; "I'm ready Robb."

At her words he shifted them to the edge of the sofa, his grip on her hips firm as her legs came to wrap around his waist as he began to lower her to the thick fur rug in front of the fire. When she was laid on it his hands went for her dress, pulling it down over her hips so he could slide it entirely from her body. A blush rose up on her cheeks as he exposed her bare body to him but she had nothing to be ashamed of in Robb's eyes. She was the most perfect thing he had ever seen in his life. He unlaced his own breeches then, avoiding Amy's gaze as he freed his painfully hard length. A sharp intake of breath came from her as he pushed his breeches down his hips. Amy forced her eyes away from what was between his legs when he looked up again, swallowing hard as his hands came to her thighs to gently move them apart. He came to nestle between them, kicking his breeches the rest of the way off him as he did so. Robb kept his arms braced at her sides so he didn't crush her as he moved himself into place, his length pressing against her inner thigh and making her shudder, with desire or nerves he couldn't tell.

Her hands came tentatively up to touch his bare chest then, her soft touch causing him to exhale deeply as they roamed every inch of his chest before sliding around to his back. As they traced up and down the planes he lowered himself slowly down against her so their bodies were pressed tight to one another. He let one hand trail down her side and her hip to land on her thigh then, running up and down it before encouraging her to lift it up and wrap it around his waist. His other hand he kept braced by her head as her other leg lifted to wrap around him as well. Amy could feel him right up against her then and he shifted his hips then so his length rubbed between her legs. Again she felt that delicious friction and she couldn't help the gasp and the moan that left her as he continued on. Robb coated himself entirely with her desire before he shifted his hips again, feeling the tip of his length touch her entrance. He slid it into her, his eyes meeting hers and seeing them widen as he slipped ever so slowly down into her incredible warmth. Amy felt the slightest sting as he moved but it was nothing really, it felt strange rather than painful, as though her body was stretching to accommodate him.

Robb exhaled deeply as his length buried as far into her as he could reach. No cry of pain had left her mouth. A look of surprise had crossed her beautiful features but there had been no trace of discomfort and it had relief flooding him. He rocked his hips then and she gasped out, her nails pinching slightly into the skin of his shoulders as he moved again. This time a little cry left her mouth and he knew it was pleasure and so he continued on with his slow pace, thrusting deeply into her on every roll of his hips. Before long she was moving her own up to meet his as she moaned out beneath him, her hands roaming up and down his back again before they slid back up to his shoulders. Robb moved his hand to her thigh again and pushed it higher up around his waist. Amy tilted her head back on his next thrust as he touched somewhere wonderful inside her that made her moan out wantonly again. She ought to be ashamed of the noises that were leaving her mouth but she couldn't help them, Robb was doing something incredible to her that she doubted she would ever get used to. They continued on, him still touching that magical place inside her and making her stomach tighten up almost unbearably again. She knew that Robb would push her to the brink again and snap all that tension but this time she somehow knew that it would be all the more intense.

Amy wanted to kiss him then and so she cupped her hands around his cheeks and pulled him down to her lips. He didn't take much encouragement, grazing his teeth down her bottom lip before he captured them properly with his own. It was hard to breathe then as they gasped out against one another's lips, at once both desperate for air and desperate for one another. Robb's hand fisted in her soft tresses as he felt her clenching even more tightly around him. This was the end, he had been told about the end but he had never imagined that it would feel this good. He had to pull away from her lips, his head burying in the crook of her neck as he growled out and willed his body to hold on. Her back arched up into him and her own hands clenched tightly in his hair as she moaned out her release, his name on her lips, mumbling it over and over as the pleasure crashed through her even more intensely than the first time. Robb was spent then, her end finished it for him and he released himself with a groan deep inside her perfection. He lay against her neck, breathing hard as he came down from his release, feeling her chest heaving against his and her own breath ragged in his ear.

After what felt like forever he felt as though he had the strength to move, he pressed a kiss to her neck first before he pushed himself up from her body, his length slipping from her. His eye caught a blanket folded on the sofa and he reached his hand out to grab it, unfurling it as he pulled it towards them. They ought to go to bed but he didn't think he could even walk that far, there was no harm in them just laying here for a while. Amy's eyes were glazed as he lay the blanket over them and came to lay at her side. She seemed to come to then and move her head to the side so she could look at him. He grinned at her, the only thing he could do and she smiled widely back at him before rolling onto her side, her head coming to rest on his chest and her leg hooking over his to nestle between them. The blanket tangled around them as he ran his hand down her spine before lifting his head to press a kiss to the top of her golden head. Her hand clenched lightly in his chest in response and he smiled again. Gods. Never in his wildest dreams had his wedding night ever been this perfect, and he knew in his heart it was all because of her. "Amy?" he whispered then but he got no response but the sound of her even breathing and he knew she must have fallen asleep. He smiled slightly to himself and wrapped his arms tightly around her before he exhaled deeply and closed his own eyes in perfect contentment.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed that! I made up the vows for the Godswood (hope you liked them too!) simple but effective I thought ;) anyhoo, more soon!

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