Author's note: Hello! I want to put in a warning now that the interaction between Johanna and Joffrey towards the end of the chapter is borderline non-consent. I want to show that Joffrey is crazy, and in his mind he is doing nothing wrong, and in Johanna's mind as well there is nothing wrong. They are both kind of crazy. Anyway, continue on. Thank you all for the reviews, follows and favorites.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Game of Thrones, or anything related to it. I own Johanna. Lyrics from I was made for loving you." By Maria mena

"Tonight

I want to give it all to you

in the darkness

there is so much I wanna do

and tonight I want to lay at your feet

cause boy I was made for you

and boy you were made for me."

Chapter 5: Wedding

Johanna

"You look beautiful, my little lioness."

Johanna did not feel beautiful, she felt like she was going to be placed inside a tomb. Her dress was the most elegant she had ever worn. White satin fabric, with intricate red details running through it. It fit Johanna perfectly, and if it was a dress for any other occasion she would have been in awe, in love with the dress.

"Thank you, mother."

Cersei was brushing the tangles from Johanna's golden mane, letting the waves fall freely down her daughter's back. Johanna wished to enjoy the moment but she could not, panic was rising in her chest. She was going to be married, a nightmare she had been dreading since childhood. She had known for years that she was promised to a man, but she had only learned his name a month before. She had spent a day with the boy, and their last encounter ended in frozen tones. She saw no hope.

"My little lioness, you can do this, you must do this."

Her mother began to twirl strands of her hair, pulling it up and away from her sullen face. Johanna would dream of being happy on her wedding day, but in the those dreams it was Joffrey she was walking toward. In her dreams she was marrying the man who made her heart beat fast, made her body flush with need, not a stranger who stole innocent kisses from her in the middle of the woods.

"I know, mother."

Johanna felt dead inside, and she knew her tone reflected her mood. Johanna had always been a girl with a calm, collected and proper behavior but she felt her graces slipping from her now. She wanted to run, and ignore her duty.

"I don't want to marry him, I don't want to be his wife. I don't love him."

Johanna felt as if she could cry, but she would not let the tears fall from her emerald eyes. Robb Stark was not worth her tears.

"I know you do not, my love, but you must. It is your duty and a Lannister must always do their duty." Cersei continued to pull strands of Johanna's hair from her face. "You are going to be the Lady of Winterfell, my love, a title not so easily forgotten. You will have the most beautiful children, and they will grow up as you wish them to."

"I know, mother, but it does not make this easy."

Johanna knew what her mother spoke was true, but it was a horrid truth. Her mother had married a handsome man for duty once, and she found no happiness at the end of the road. Johanna had heard of their arguments from the whispers of staff. She knew her father would grope at or fuck any woman who was willing to his advances. Was her life cursed to the same fate? How could she be happy when the true man of her love was safe in their home leagues away from her?

Johanna continued to look at herself as her mother stepped back away from her, finally content with her child's hair. Johanna's golden waves fell freely past her shoulders, as they did usually, but pieces had been twisted and pulled back. Her pale face shown beautifully in the candle light, and her eyes sparkled but she found no peace in her own beauty.

"You are beautiful my child, so beautiful."

"Mother, can't you stay here for just a month longer? Can't I come back to Kings landing with you and Joffrey, please? I am going to be so alone here."

Johanna wanted nothing more than to return home.

"We can not, little lioness, we have been gone long enough as it is. We will leave in a fortnight, and even that is pushing it. You can not return, my sweet child, this will be your home now."

Johanna could hear the pain hidden deep in her mother's passive tone. She knew her mother well, she was her mother in a lot of ways. Johanna knew how to be the passive woman, but she found it hard in Winterfell to keep up her graces.

"It is not fair."

"I know, my love, but you won't be alone forever."

Johanna stood alone in the mirror as her mother went to dress herself. Johanna ran her hands over the fabric of her dress, feeling the softness under her fingers. She knew for a few moments she would be cold in the Godswood, the dark place that she did not belong in. She would marry him before the Weirwood tree, such was the North tradition. She was lucky enough to have the marriage performed in her faith of the Seven, if not it would have been the rough ceremony of the north.

"Mother, may I speak with Johanna for a moment?"

Joffrey had made an entrance into their mother's chambers. Johanna smiled when she saw him, and her heart beat heavy in her chest. Her brother wore his best red and gold garments, a lion etched into the fabric. She wished to kiss him, but their present company would not allow for such a folly.

"Joffrey, I do not.."

"Just for a moment mother, please. I wish to speak to him."

Johanna looked at her mother with a kind desperation.

"Just for a moment."

When the twins were left alone it took no time at all for Joffrey to pull Johanna against him. His lips crashed into her own with reckless fire. He kissed her as if it would be the last time, and they both knew it should be but they both knew it would not be. After her marriage Johanna should have dropped Joffrey, left him to his own wife, but she could never do such a thing.

"He will never love you like I do."

Johanna knew the truth, but she did respond to her brother. She just kissed him harder, desperate to feel him. She wanted to get lost in the taste of his lips, she wanted to be forgotten in the feel of him. She hated the idea of having to kiss another man for the rest of her life, even if she had enjoyed the warmth of Robb Stark's lips pressed to her own. Johanna pulled from Joffrey and cursed herself. She did not want to think about that kiss. It had clouded her mind for two days, and she wanted nothing more than to forget it.

"What is the matter, love?"

"I don't want to do this."

She walked away from Joffrey, walking toward the window looking over the courtyard. People were running around, no doubt getting ready for the wedding feast. Johanna had been so focused on the wedding ceremony she had forgotten all about the feast. She forgot all about having to sit with her new husband, sharing a meal, drinks and conversation. She forgot about the horrid bedding ceremony, and she knew it was much too late to argue against the savage business.

"This isn't forever, my sweet, don't fret."

Johanna turned to Joffrey with curious eyes. Marriage was the ultimate forever.

"Unless one of us dies, it is forever."

"Not when I become King, I will.."

Joffrey was cut off when the door to her mother's chambers were opened. Johanna expected to see her mother but instead it was Lord Eddard Stark. Johanna had not said a word to the Lord of Winterfell since she had given her greeting to him on their arrival.

"I am sorry if I am interrupting but your mother said you were decent, Princess."

Joffrey gave the Lord a cold glare but Johanna just cast the man a sweet smile.

"Joffrey, can you leave us? I will see you at the feast, brother."

Johanna was thankful she could still keep her graces in the face of her future father by law. She wanted to remain as kind to the Stark family as she could. They were suffering at the horror of Bran's fate, and Johanna had wondered why they even continued with the wedding. It was originally set for her eighteenth nameday, they could have pushed it back to such a time but they did not.

"Thank you, princess, I wished to speak with you alone."

"Of course, my Lord, but first I offer my condolences on Bran. I went to see him again this morning, and I continue to pray for his waking."

Johanna had found herself in the Sept for hours the day before praying for the child to wake. No matter how much she prayed it never helped. She spent hours in the morning with Lady Stark, sitting silent at the child's bedside. Holding his hand, and kissing his head.

"Thank you, princess, my wife tells me you are a great company to her." She knew his words were meant to be kind, but Johanna could hear the curt tone in his voice. "I am going to Kings Landing, this much I am sure you know, and in my absence it will fall on my wife to run Winterfell. I fear with Bran's condition she will fall short, and thus it will fall to my son."

Johanna did not speak, she just listened to the Lord. She did not know what to say. She knew he was leaving, but she did not know what his family matters had to do with you.

"As much as you are your father's blood, you are also your mothers. I know what Lannisters can be, princess, and I know my son will seek your council. It would be wise for you to keep your opinions close to your chest, you are still a stranger to the north."

"I understand, Lord Stark."

She truly did not understand but she felt it better to fake it. She did not wish to turn the discussion into something it should not have been.

"I wish to be the first to congratulate you on this glorious day, Princess Johanna." His tone switched from formal to kind and Johanna was confused. "I shall see you in the Godswood."

Johanna was left alone in her mother's chambers to think. She did not understand what Lord Stark was speaking of about her mother's family. They were kind people, who have done nothing but aided the crown for years. Her grandfather was the Hand of the King for late Aerys Targaryen, as mad as he was her grandfather had tried. Her Uncle Jaime had been in the Kingsguard for all of Johanna's life and before. He may have slayed his King but it was in an effort to spare others from burning alive. Her family stormed the city in an effort to save people that King Aerys wanted dead, but they failed. At least her family had made an effort to try and save Elia Martell and her children, not that it would have mattered. Her father would have butchered them anyway, just as he had tried to butcher the young innocent children on Dragonstone. Her father was the true monster.

Johanna stood in the mirror again, looking at herself. She was everything of her mother's blood, if it was not for her surname no one would have known she was of Baratheon blood. Her siblings were all golden haired beauties, and not a single one a fleck of Baratheon in their looks. As Johanna stared at herself she was thankful she looked nothing like her father, because she could forget for a moment she was related to a man who had no issues with killing innocent children.

"Johanna."

Johanna spun from the mirror to see the child, Arya Stark, standing in the open door way. Johanna bit the inside of her cheek at the cold, informal voice in which Arya spoke to her.

"What can I do for you, Lady Arya." Johanna would not sink to the child's level.

"This is for you."

Johanna noticed as the child held out her hands that she was holding a flower crown made of small simple white flowers. Johanna gracefully took it from the child's hand a simple smile upon her face.

"Thank you, Lady Arya. Did you make this?"

Johanna truly wondered about the child but by the abrupt laughter she knew the child had not taken the time.

"My brother did, as a gift to you, I suppose it has some hidden romantic folly attached to it. He also bid me to give you this." From behind her back the young girl pulled a single blue winter rose. "Though I don't know why he'd give it to you."

Johanna lay the crown on the bed so she could take the sweet smelling rose from the child. She once again smiled at the effort in which the Lord put in.

"Thank your brother for me, Lady Arya."

With that the child was gone and Johanna was once again alone in the chamber. She did not wish to marry Robb Stark but his way of saying sorry was quite endearing. She knew that was what the flowers were, his way of saying sorry for the kiss. He had remembered her fondness of flowers, and her interest in the blue winter rose. She was not used to someone apologizing in such a way, with Joffrey it was less subtle.

Just as Johanna placed the small flower crown upon her head, she was joined by yet another guest but this guest spelled the end for her. Her Uncle Jaime walked into the room, dressed in darling red and white matching his niece. Johanna smiled at her uncle, a real smile.

"You are more beautiful than that boy deserves, my little lioness."

"Thank you, uncle."

Johanna wished she could feel more beautiful, but even as she looked upon herself she felt nothing. She was not unattractive but in the moment of her impending wedding she felt nothing. She felt nothing but the utter terror of a life without her family beside her.

"Where did you get such a beautiful flower piece, my dear?"

Her uncle gently reached his hand out and touched the small white flowers upon her head. She looked down.

"My husband to be had it made for me, his sister Arya was kind enough to deliver it." Johanna wished she could say the girls name without feeling distaste. "She does not like me Uncle, and I fear her father feels the same for me."

"My darling Hanna, it is not you that he dislikes, believe me. Lord Eddard has a twisted view of my family, and sadly you are very much a Lannister."

Johanna closed her eyes as her uncle placed his hand upon her face, she found a comfort in his strong hand. Johanna had loved her uncle more than her own father, she always had. He was kind to her, stern with her and he listened to her. She wished he could stay with her in Winterfell, he would make the life there bearable.

"I don't want to be here without anyone, I am frightened."

"Just breath, Johanna, it is time. Be strong, be brave. You are a Lannister, and a Baratheon your blood is made of fury. Being here won't break you, if you don't let it."

Johanna took a shaking breath and linked arms with her uncle. With one last look in the mirror, Johanna followed the man from the chambers. No one will ever break you. Johanna repeated the sentiment in her head over and over as they walked through the courtyard to the Godswood. Robb Stark would not shake her, would not break her. She was strong in her faith, strong in her blood and strong in her love.

When she entered the Godswood Johanna was in awe of the amount of people who were standing among the path. She recognized the men who came with them but the rest were strangers. Her family's men in red and gold, while the strangers all seemed to wear grey. She felt as if they were mourning their loss, and it made her feel even more out of place. The Godswood was not her place, it was not her home.

"Uncle Jaime." Johanna wanted to run.

"Easy, lioness, easy now."

She bit her lip not looking at the end of the long path, she knew who would be standing there. She kept her eyes trained on the strangers in the crowd, scary figures of northern men and women. She clung to her uncle as her support as they walked through the wood, everyone watching them and judging her. When she saw her little sister standing with a smile upon her face, and her mother standing tall beside her Johanna finally lifted her head. She took a deep breath and held her head high. She was a lioness, and she would go with pride. She kept her gaze on her family.

She met the mirrored eyes of her twin, a wild fire burning in his gaze. She tried to smile at him, tried to give him some peace but her lips could not move. She kept his gaze until she felt her uncle give her arm a little tug. When she looked at her uncle she followed his gaze to frightening white Weirwood tree, where her future husband stood waiting.

He stood tall, and strong. His auburn hair falling softly upon his brow, his blue eyes regarding her with nothing but compassion. He was handsome, and Johanna wished her heart could beat fast. She wished she felt more for the man but it would never be. She would spent the rest of her life lying beside a man she felt nothing for.

Johanna was handed over to her future husband, a vision in dark grey. He took her hand gently in his, and for a moment she felt her heart flutter. It was not the heavy pounding she felt with Joffrey, it was just a tiny flutter. She stood beside him in front of the Weirwood tree, in front of the Septon. Their families stood behind them waiting for the union as the Septon spoke.

When the time came to speak their words Johanna turned to face her soon to be. His blue eyes met hers and for a moment a warm calm came over her but before it could last she cast a quick glance back. She caught Joffrey's eyes, and she saw the emotions he held in his gaze. For the first time in Johanna's life she was afraid of him.

"Father, Warrior, Smith, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, I am hers and she is mine from this day until the end of my days"

"Father, Warrior, Smith, Mother, Maiden, Crone Stranger, I am his and he is mine from this day until the end of my days."

Her voice shook, and his was as solid as the ironwood trees around them. She had a single doubt if he even held nerves inside his body. The Septon spoke quickly once more before Johanna felt her husband place his hand on the small of her back. In a swift motion he pulled her close to him, placing a gentle hesitant kiss upon her lips. It was warm, sweet and as innocent as the first kiss they shared. For a moment she let their lips linger, as the cheering began behind them.

The walk to the feast was filled with her husband whispering kind words into her ear, but all Johanna could think about was the fire burning in Joffrey's eyes. She had seen her brother's angry, she had seen him jealous but never had his eyes looked so horrifying. As Robb wrapped an arm around her waist Johanna caught herself looking back to see where Joffrey was, but her eyes never found him. Robb lead her into the Great hall and the was where she managed to lose sight of him as well.

She found her husband again when he had finally sat beside her, he wore a smile and his face was flush. He took her hand as he sat beside her but Johanna did not say a word to him. She kept her gaze at the entrance , searching for any sign of her brother but he was no where to be found. As she sat her husband's people began to congratulate them, people she had never met. She was a Lady of the North now, the future Lady of Winterfell, they were her people. She graciously thanked each stranger, a forced smile upon her pink lips. Soon the Starks came to the table to congratulate the couple, and Johanna smiled at them all. She even let Rickon take a seat in her lap as they continued to thank the rest of the guests. The child was still upon her lap as her own family made their appearance.

Her father spoke more to her husband than to herself, but when her father did speak to her it was words filled with a kindness she had never witnessed of him. His mood lasted only a moment before he found a poor serving girl to grope. Her mother regarded her with kindness, a fake smile plastered upon her face, Johanna knew her mother hated the union. Her younger siblings wore smiles upon their faces. She saw the way Myrcella eyed Robb and for a regretful moment she wished her sister had been the one promised to the man. Tommen looked at Rickon with jealousy, he was no longer small enough to sit upon Johanna's lap. Her Uncle Jaime spoke mostly to Robb as well, using a sweet tone to send perfectly veiled threats at the young lord. Last was her Uncle Tyrion, a man she had barley seen in the fortnight they had been in Winterfell.

"Lord Stark if I hear your name in the brothel I have been frequenting, you will want to run."

Johanna smiled at the joking tone in her Uncle. When all else failed to make Johanna smiled, her uncle's humor was there to save the day.

"I promise you, Lord Tyrion, I will be more than faithful to my Lady."

"I would hope so, I fear what my sister will do to you if you hurt her. A lioness is always protective of their cubs, Lord Stark and a Lannister always pays their debts."

Her uncle's tone was joking but Johanna saw the seriousness in his mismatched eyes. She knew her mother would rip Robb to shreds if he ever hurt her. Once her uncle left it was just Johanna and Robb sitting at their table with food in front of them.

"I want to thank you for the flowers, it was sweet." It took a moment for Johanna to formulate what she wished to say, but her voice was calm as she spoke.

"I wanted to make up for my behavior in the Wolfswood. Jon made sure I was aware of my indiscretions."

Johanna looked for Jon in the crowd and found him sitting beside his brother Rickon, who had long since left her. He saw her looking at him and smiled at her, she thanked him with her eyes.

"Your brother is a good man, my Lord, it is a shame he is taking the black. I am sure he would make a woman very happy."

"I can agree."

Johanna found she had something out of place, because as her husband spoke she caught the hint in his voice. She had been married a mere few hours and she had already upset her Lord husband. A silence fell between them as they picked at their food. An array of meat, cheese and bread. She drank her wine in sips, while her husband drank it by the cup. He was on his fourth cup when she began to wonder how much he was like her father. Was it the drinking or more?

Their silence lasted until a shadow was cast over their table. Johanna looked up and instantly a smile grew on her. Joffrey stood before the table, a staunch look upon his face.

"I am sorry I am so late, Lord and Lady Stark, I needed some air. I want to congratulate you both on the joyous union."

Johanna heard the bitterness in her brother's tone, and she saw her mother watching from the shadows. He was only there because she had told him to be, Johanna knew that. If her mother had not intervened her brother would have skipped the feast all together.

"Prince Joffrey, there is no need to apologize. I can understand the need for a moment alone, you did just watch your twin get married. Must be hard losing such a close family member."

The tension between the two was growing, and before Joffrey could fire back Johanna opened her mouth.

"Thank you, brother. It means the world to me to have your well wishes on such a happy day."

Her voice held her sweetness, but her eyes were begging him to calm himself. The wild fire look in his eyes was still frightening her, and she knew he would cause a scene.

"All my well wishes go to you, my dear sister." She wanted to see him smile, but there was nothing. "Lord Stark, do you mind if I borrow my sister for a quick dance? It does not seem like you plan to do so."

"If it would please my Lady wife, then of course, you may."

Johanna took her brother's hand across the table, and made her way to join him. He lead her to a space where people had found themselves dancing, and having a good time. Johanna was pulled against her brother, a smile upon his face. All Johanna wanted was to see her brother smile.

"I want to kill him." He whispered.

"You can't, Joff, please. Be calm for me."

As they danced Johanna could feel every eye in the room looking at them, judging them. She did not care it was an innocent dance with her twin brother. He held her closely but he made sure to make it look innocent, as his hand rested upon the mid of her back. The dance lasted a long moment before he pulled from her.

"Find me tonight, dear sister." He kissed her upon the cheek before finding the rest of her family. Johanna stood in the middle of the room for a moment before she made her way back to where her husband sat, a curious look in his blue eyes.

The children had been put to bed, Lady Stark had made her exit and almost every person left in the hall was drunk, save Johanna and her mother. Robb was drunk, Johanna could hear it in the way his words slurred together. A small voice in her mind hoped that in his drunken state he would not be able to perform in the marriage bed. Her hopes had faded when her husband started the call for the bedding ceremony, she grew nervous. Johanna saw the men approach her as the women did the same for her husband. She was surprised to see Jon Snow at the front of the group of men, he was the one who pulled her from her chair.

Johanna tried to be calm as she was stripped of her clothing, horrid jokes being told around her. The men said such crude things to her. Theon had warned her that by tomorrow she would have forgotten how to walk, and other men spoke of the wolf blooded nature of the Starks. She tried to cover herself as she was carried into her husband's bed chambers, but it was nearly impossible with all the hands placed upon her. As she was being laid in the bed next to her naked husband she felt a gentle touch on her hand, and as she looked up she saw a gently smile coming from her Uncle Jaime. He was the last man to put a hand upon her. It was not long before the two were left alone in the bedroom.

"They aren't going to leave are they?" She whispered to him as he hovered over her, the voices of the men still coming from outside.

"Not until they know we have consummated the marriage, love."

Johanna cringed inwardly at him calling her love, she wanted the whole ordeal to be over with. She looked way, staring at the wall as she felt his lips find her neck. She ignored him as he kissed down to her breasts, letting his kisses travel across her. She did not make a sound, and she could feel his blue eyes boring into her. She could almost hear the man sigh in frustration before she felt him pull her hips up closer to his own.

"Do you know what you are doing?" She asked, hesitance in her voice.

"I believe so, but it will hurt and for that I am sorry."

He did not say another word, and Johanna cast her eyes back to the wall. She could not look in his eyes, he was not Joffrey. He was not the man who should have taken her. She should have let Joffrey take her, she regretted her decision to deny her brother. There was a pause for a moment before Johanna felt him push himself inside of her.

She let out a cry of pain, she had never experienced such a pain. Her body began to shake, and she fought back tears as the man buried himself inside of her.

"I am sorry, love, I am sorry." He was whispering as he kept his body crushed into her own.

Johanna did not say a word as she continued to lay there. In a moment he began to move, the pain searing through her with each thrust of his hips. She did not cry out again, she was willing it all to be over. She wanted to rid herself of the feeling of him inside of her. His thrusts became more urgent, and soon his hands were gripping her hips where bruises had long since faded from Joffrey. She felt as if her husband could leave new bruises upon her skin with his grip. As his motions continued the pain in her body changed, and something else come over her.

A moan escaped her lips as his hips met her own, and Johanna felt herself blush. She refused to enjoy it, and so she blocked out the feeling of him. Soon all she felt was the slap of his flesh against her own and soon the only sound she heard was the grunts coming from him. In time he pulled himself from her after spilling his seed inside of her. Johanna lay shaking on the bed, tears coming back to her eyes. She felt sore, she felt like her body was on fire and she just wanted to disappear. If the pain was not enough, as soon as he pulled himself from her, Robb was up getting dressed. She watched him as he pulled on britches, before leaving her alone in his bed. Johanna wanted to scream but instead she laid there for a moment thinking.

Johanna laid there for moments waiting to see if her husband would return and when he didn't she found a robe that had been laid out for her. She wrapped herself in it, taking one glance at the bloody sheets, aware that her legs would no doubt hold the evidence of the innocence taken from her. She crept from the bed chamber, finding the hall empty. She made her way into the guest quarters, careful not to be seen. She found herself slipping into her brother's chambers.

"My love are you alright?" She heard her brother's voice, but she was too shaken to speak.

Johanna threw herself into her brother's arms, her tears falling freely from her emerald eyes. She had no fantasies of what her wedding night would be, but she did not imagine being left bloody in her husband's bed. Her brother held her close to his bare chest, his voice whispering soothing words into her ears.

"What happened, love, what did he do to you?"

"He just left, he used me and left me there. It hurt so much Joff, it was horrible. I should have let you.."

"Hush now, sister, hush." He placed his finger upon her quivering lips. "I am sorry he hurt you so, and he will pay for that my love."

Johanna let her brother lead her to his bed, but she knew she could not stay. It did not stop her from crawling into the middle of his bed and laying down, wishing to never leave. Joffrey hovered over her, his body completely rid of clothing. Johanna looked to her brother with wide eyes, but he did not say a word. He leaned down and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. Johanna returned it, letting herself deepen the kiss and giving herself over to passion. Joffrey untied the robe blocking her body from his eyes, letting his hands run over her naked skin.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, my love."

He kissed her again, letting his tongue find hers. Johanna closed her eyes, as he let his hands graze down her body. Johanna felt herself melt into his touch as he gently spread her legs apart. She became alarmed as her brother found the mess in between her legs. She knew it must have been a mix of blood, wetness and her husband. She tried to close her legs, but his hands prevented her.

"I am going to make you forget all about that pain, sister, I want this to be good for you."

She felt her brother slide a finger inside of the wetness, a sick feeling reaching her. Johanna kept her gaze on her brother nonetheless. He let his finger explore inside of her, a slight pain stinging Johanna. Her body was sore, much too sore.

"Joff."

Her brother silenced her by placing a kiss upon her lips, an innocent kiss. Joffrey's kisses had never been innocent, their love had never been innocent.

"Let me help you."

She felt her brother position himself above where he drew his finger from inside her, her body began to shake. She was not ready for it to hurt again, and she gently pushed her brother's chest. Unlike last time he did not move, he kept himself poised above her.

"Calm, my love, I am going to show you how it should be."

Johanna felt calm at the sound of her brother's voice but she still shook. She knew that once they crossed the line there was not going back. They had never had sexual relations, and once they did she was a more than just a woman who shared love with her brother. She would have stepped out on her husband, and had sex with her own kin.

With a swift motion her brother pushed himself into her center and once more Johanna felt nothing but pain. She was still sore from the last encounter she had.

"Joffrey, wait please it hurts. I don't want this."

Her pleas went unheard by her brother, he silenced her with a small glance. He did not stop as her husband had, he kept going at a fast pace. There was not apologizing for the pain, there was no break for her comfort. Joffrey kept thrusting himself inside of her, and in a matter of moments he let himself spill his seed inside of her. Johanna wanted throw up, but instead she lay there as her brother crushed his body against hers He left himself buried inside her and Johanna felt tears in her eyes.

"I am sorry, my love. I just did not want your first memory of love making to be so horrid."

"I know love."

"It is better now though, right? You feel better, my sweet."

Johanna wanted to tell him the truth, but she bit her tongue.

"Of course, my sweet. Thank you for giving me such an experience."

She felt empty as he brother pulled himself from her. She felt used. Her husband had used her, left her and her brother did not listen to her. She knew Joffrey meant well but Johanna could not help but feel his jealousy had clouded his judgment.

"You should get back before he does. Just remember, my love, you are mine."

Her brother kissed her upon her head. Johanna smiled to herself, forgiving her brother once more for his misgivings. He had intended the night to be good, and she could not hold that against him.

"And you are mine, brother."

Robb.

"Brother?" Robb did not turn his head from the heart tree. "You were the last person I expected to see here tonight."

Jon approached him with caution, Robb had not made a move to look at his brother but he could hear the way he walked.

"Well I am here, brother."

He knew his voice was cold, but he did not know what to say. He had been praying in the wood for over an hour. Searching for some kind of strength to endure the marriage put in front of him. Before the feast, before the bedding, he had so much hope for them but there was no hope left. Johanna did not like him, he knew that.

"What troubles you, Robb, and don't you dare say I am wrong in my assumption."

He hated that his brother saw everything, he wished he had such intuition. It seemed like Jon knew more about everyone than they knew about themselves and it was frustrating for Robb.

"She resents me and it has only been hours. She can't look at me,Jon, can't speak to me."

Robb had waited his whole life to marry Johanna, he had been thinking about knowing her for years. He once was told she would come to Winterfell when she was six, but it never happened and as a child he had been crushed. When the time came for her to visit he had been so happy, but the wedding had come and she could not be any unhappier.

"She is giving up a lot to be here, Robb. Think of moving to Kings Landing alone, and living with her family. Could you do that?"

"No."

He knew she was giving up her whole life to marry him, but he was not to blame for that. He felt horrid that she had to leave her blood, but he had not planned the wedding. Her father had made the alliance the day she came from her mother's womb. She had to let that go, and stop blaming him.

"You have seen her with her siblings, with our own siblings, blood is important to her Robb. She is much like us, and to be taken from her kin can not be easy."

"That isn't my fault, Jon. I didn't ask for this marriage, her father and our father made it happen. The least she could do is try."

Robb felt his blood boiling in his skin. He was angry, and he was unsure of who his anger was directed at. He did not know if he was angry at their parents, at her or at himself.

"Are you trying? What have you done to make her want to try?"

"I tried to get to know her the first night we met, and it had gone so well. And then she did not speak to me for a fortnight. I tried to take her for a walk which only lead to her yelling at me, I gave her flowers and.."

"You ignored her on that walk, she was going to leave either way. She spent her time speaking to me, which I am sure for a princess was not much fun."

Robb knew he was to blame for the walk. He had full intentions to speak with her, but Theon had offered him wine and the prospect of a hunt. He was bitter over Bran's fall, he still was, and he wanted a distraction. He wanted to speak with her, he had so much to say to her. He fell short.

"I just wish it to be like our father and my mother. Jon, they were forced to marry after my uncle died. They did not love each other, did not even really know each other, and yet they are madly in love. Even with my father's infidelity my mother stands beside him in love."

"Did that happen overnight? Did our father come from war to a woman who loved him, or to a woman who despised him for having a child? It took them time, and it will take you time. You have your whole life to gain her love. You need to focus on gaining her trust." Jon's voice was even but his tone strong. "I don't know if you have noticed but her family hovers over her like she is a broken bird, they act as if she steps the wrong way she will break. She is sheltered, she won't last here if you don't gain her trust."

He had seen the way her family acted around her, and the way she acted around her family. He had watched her with his siblings, always standing at a far enough distance, and he had seen the way the King Slayer watched her. If it was not the King Slayer, the Queen was there hovering over her child. What got to Robb the most was Joffrey, the damned Prince, when he came around Johanna she became a shell. The first night at the feast he had gotten her to smile, to joke with him, but as soon as the Prince came she was a stranger to him again. He did not know what her family's motives were with her, but she could not remain their protected cub forever.

"I know you are right, brother, you always are." Robb stood from the ground, his body aching from kneeling for so long. "I should try and speak with her shouldn't I?"

"Did you leave her alone in your marriage bed?"

"I did, it was with out honor."

"Then go regain your honor, brother, and go seek your wife's forgiveness for this night."

He followed his brother's advice and made his way back to his chambers. He was used to spending his nights alone in an empty bed, and he wondered if he could even sleep beside a woman. He wondered if she would even be there, or if she had sought out her guest chambers once more. All his questions were answered when he opened his door to see his golden haired wife laying in his bed. Her eyes were closed but he knew she was not sleeping. He had seen his sister fake sleep enough to learn the tells.

"Johanna, may we speak?"

Robb watched her as he stood at the foot of the bed, he watched her waiting for some kind of movement. It took a minute before the woman sat up, her golden hair covering her chest from his view.

"What do you wish to speak on, my Lord."

"Stop, that has to stop. We are married you can not continue to treat me like I am just some dumb Lord now."

Robb hated that she could not let her formality go for one damned minute. She made him feel like he would never fit into her perfect princess world.

"Why should I? You used me and left me like a common whore. Why should I not address you as if I was?"

Robb could hear her voice raising and he winced at her words. She had been so soft spoken around everyone else but yet she found no issue in hollering at him.

"I am sorry about that, just listen to me, I can explain."

"I don't want to hear it. It's late, we both had a long night, let's just sleep."

Her voice dropped back to passive in a second flat and Robb saw the way her eyes filled with regret. She did not like yelling. He did not wish to keep pushing her, but he did not want their first night to end in anger. Robb went to speak again but she was already facing the wall, her back to his side of the bed.

"We will speak on this again, Johanna." He let out a sigh removing his shirt and cloak before slipping into bed beside her.

Robb thought of touching her, thought of wrapping her in his arms but he did no such thing. He rolled away from her as well and forced himself to close his eyes. Jon's words rang in his head, but it was much easier for his brother to say the words than it was for Robb to act upon them. Johanna may have been sweet, naive and sheltered but there was a fury lying beneath all the gentleness.

A/N: I know it's a long chapter but I wanted the wedding/wedding night in one chapter. Also I know the her version of the sack of Kings Landing is totally not the true story, I know. It is meant to be that way for now. It plays into how sheltered Cersei has kept her child, and in the next chapter you will find out why she is so sheltered.