DISCLAIMER: Chapter prologue
Chapter rating: M
II
"By the Gods how I wish I did not have to go," Rhaenyra growled as her braid was finished by Lynara who hummed 'the Rains of Castamere' despite it being a Lannister song it was catchy.
"I know, I don't like Southerners," she smirked as her lady looked at her with a playful smirk.
"Oh really?" she asked as the brunette laughed.
"Well except for three, well two Southerners. But of course I raised one," the woman grinned.
"Baela was born here, she's a northerner," the younger girl countered.
"Yes she is a northerner. Technically you and Valaena are Southerners but you were raised as a child of the North, even Valaena could be considered a northerner. Seen her pray to the Old Gods before," Lynara smiled as she finished the braids. "You're good," she beamed, smoothing down the loose hair. "Your hair is so wavy," the brunette praised petting the soft tresses.
"You always say that. Ever since my hair turned," the snow-haired child spoke, her hair used to be straight before she turned ten it started to come out wavy.
"Well it's true. Come along, Robb will be here soon," she smiled ushering the girl up.
"Jon better be there, he is the whole reason I agreed to go tonight," Rhaenyra swore silently. Catelyn and Ned agreed to allow Jon at the feast when the Targaryen girl almost refused before Robb suggested Jon join. Both did agree, to the children's shock and happiness, the boy would no doubt be there already. Knocking disrupted their silent peace as Lynara blew the lit candles, before closing the chest with the eggs. As the young woman opened the door she found Tyrion Lannister instead of her betrothed.
"Hello, My Lady," the small man greeted the Targaryen woman.
"Hello to you too, My Lord," as Rhaenyra stepped out Lynara followed closing the door.
"Robert had asked Robb, Sansa and Arya to escort the Princes and Princess to the feast," he told as the girl nodded.
"Well thank you for escorting me," Rhaenyra smiled as Tyrion nodded. Together with Lynara they went down to the very loud Great Hall, they enter to see everyone enjoying their night, Tyrion turned to the women who did the same. "I hope you enjoy the feast, My Lord," the white-haired girl smiled, bidding the man goodnight.
"I'm sure I will. I've already enjoyed my stay so far," he smirked as Lynara smirked while Rhaenyra bit the inside of her lip to keep from smiling. She truly knew the secrets and humors of Tyrion Lannister, but she didn't hate him for it.
"So I've heard," she quirked her brows as he grinned.
"Why My Lady," he smirked as she curtsied with Lynara before the small man ran off to enjoy the feast.
"You can go enjoy the feast too," Rhaenyra smiled knowing her caretaker was close friends with the guards. Smiling the brunette disappeared too, many of the northerners greeted her loudly and welcomed, while the southerners watched her with guarded looks.
"My Lady," a northern guard approached the young woman who looked to him with a small smile. "Lady Stark... is requesting your presence," he paused with a small frown before the girl's eyes slowly slid over to the high table where the Queen was seated with a frowning Catelyn.
"Are you sure it was Lady Stark?" she asked, giving him a look as he shook his head but said yes anyway. "Thank you," she smiled before walked to the High Table. "Your Grace, My Lady," she smiled curtsying to both women, Catelyn beamed at her ladylike nature and personality tonight.
"My, what a beauty you are," Cersei praised, looking the girl up and down. "You are how old again dear?" she asked her tone too well honied for the younger's liking.
"Six and ten, Your Grace," Rhaenyra answered, albeit a little cautiously.
"Hmm," the Queen hummed as she continued to stare into the violet eyes of the white-haired child. "I hope you did not mind Robb walking the Princess to the feast tonight," Cersei smirked as the girl tightened her fist. That was a dig at her degraded status though the girl refused to show her irritation outright.
"Of course not Your Grace. Robb is heir and is a perfect escort for your daughter, I hoped the Princess and Princes enjoy the feast," she eased a smile as Cersei's lip twitched at not getting the reaction she wanted. "May I be excused Your Grace?" she asked as the woman nodded. "Please have a wonderful night," Rhaenyra beamed, keeping her happy, violet eyes in contact with the Queen's green, narrowed ones. "My Lady," she bowed her head respectfully before leaving and breathing heavily.
"So the Imp walked you?" a familiar voice breathed against her ear as she smiled.
"Yes, he was nice enough to offer," she turned to see Robb smirking down at her. "How was the Princess?" she asked curiously.
"Nervous, terrified actually. But it seems she was able to calm down," he shrugged as they walked away. Seeing Jon sitting with Arya and a few northerners who welcomed the bastard happily to the feast. Instantly the two siblings perked up at seeing Rhaenyra join them, before sitting the girl looked to see Sansa sitting with her friend Jeyne, she spotted Theon flirting with a wench while spying Rickon and Bran watching everyone with Jory nearby. "Look who joined us," Robb smiled as she elbowed him softly, she sat with the younger girl who smiled, she was unhappy to be in a dress and had to walk Prince Tommen to the feast, but was happy when they sat away from the royals.
"The King's been at it since he arrived at the feast," Jon spoke quietly as the four young eating the food. Rhaenyra detested the taste of the wine, it was no doubt southern.
"For Lannisters you would think that they'd choose better taste," she muttered as the two males agreed.
"May I try?" Arya asked curiously. Rhaenyra gave her cup to the girl who was used to trying new drinks, but her face made them laugh when she pushed it away from the taste. "Ale tastes better," she grumbled as they all smirked.
"Yes it does," Jon agreed taking a swallow. "But it's rude to refuse their drink," he told as Arya sighed.
"Only because they-" Rhaenyra pinched the girl's hand to stop her when Jaime slowly walked over, a cup in hand. He was watching the white-haired girl, who ate, trying to ignore the blonde.
"Can we help you Ser Jaime?" Robb asked as he ate a piece of meat.
"Hmm, no, just came over to see," he spoke taking a drink.
"Satisfied?" the Targaryen asked as she looked at him, lacing her fingers together while resting her chin on them. Jaime paused when he looked into her dark purple eyes for a moment he thought of someone else before scoffing at his drink and walking away quickly.
"You're friendly," Jon commented as Robb told Arya to go sit with her friends, much to her chagrin.
"I'm not in the mood to deal with them tonight," she spoke. Her agitation and anxiety making her snappy and wanting the night to end quickly.
"Love, you heard what everyone told us all. We need to be on our best behavior," Robb frowned as they looked to see a familiar face.
"Uncle Benjen!" they cheered, Jon reached the man first when he surged up first, embracing the Man of the Night's Watch. Benjen Stark, Ned Stark's youngest sibling, he was a ranger but usually visited Winterfell sometimes bringing Maester Aemon or returning with the young girl to visit the Wall. Despite being a Targaryen he loved her like he did Sansa and Arya.
"My boys, my girl," he smiled embracing all three. Ned quickly joined, greeting his brother before turning to his white-haired ward and pulled her into a hug.
"I have something to discuss with you and Robb," Ned claimed as the woman nodded.
"Ned!" Benjen greeted happily as Rhaenyra took another drink, scanning the crowd. Southerners and Northerners enjoying their drink and food, she was happy that it was going okay, nursing her cup. A yelp left her voice when hands grabbed her sides, turning she smiled when Robb appeared a grin on his face.
"Gods be good Robb," she blushed lightly, knowing that she had a small tingle in her body, the girl would be under Robb's influence. Sadly enough she was strong-willed unless she was around Robb and alcohol.
"I'm sorry Love," he apologized cupping her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Robb adored his betrothed, he could not wait until they could marry. He knew since he was young who his future wife was when they grew, but he didn't care. To him she was Rhaenyra, one of his best friends, they helped cause most of the trouble in their childhood.
"Yeah, you sound sorry," she muttered sipping a cup before he stole it.
"Alright, that's enough," he ordered softly.
"I am trying to make sure that if I have a run-in with another royal, I will be a bit friendlier," she growled as he frowned.
"Keep calm, you know Mother and Father would never leave you alone with them. Why was it from the Queen earlier?" he asked as she nodded.
"It was a slight dig using you and the Princess," she muttered as he narrowed his eyes.
"How?" he asked firmly, not liking where this was going.
"She started by doing an apology of you escorting her daughter, I did not mind, then used her title instead of her name even stressing the term a bit," she
as she smirked before a shriek of 'Arya!' made both stop and look to see Sansa, upset as usual with her sister, and Jeyne trying to wipe the food off her cheek. The younger she-wolf laughing, but both quickly caught Catelyn's look, both instantly went to their charges; Robb snagged Arya while Rhaenyra soothed Sansa cleaning her cheek better, stroking her red hair as she was on the verge of tears. Shifting her to the other girl before seeing her two pups sleeping, Bran's head was propped up, watching everyone with tired eyes. Realizing that, that was her way out, walking to Rickon first she hoisted him up as he latched onto her before yanking Bran to stand. The small boy mindlessly followed as Jory and Ned held the doors open, the father wishing all three a goodnight like Jory.
II
Bran helped Rickon settle into bed as the pup snoozed peacefully with Shaggydog who growled at them softly, instantly she picked the child of ten and onto her back. Their walk was quiet as Bran snoozed lightly, he was occasionally moving before they reached his chambers. "Come on Bran. Into bed," the woman ordered, as the boy in a haze switched into his sleep clothing. The silver wolf had been waiting for the boy to climb in before leaping into bed too. "Alright Little Wolf, sleep," she requested as he smiled.
"Story please," he enjoyed her stories, but they were just the old tales that Valaena and Old Nan told them.
"Which one?" the girl asked as she folded her legs underneath her while balancing with one arm.
"Valyria and Dragons," he smiled as she sighed.
"You have heard those many times" she claimed as he chuckled, rolling her eyes softly with a small smile. "Alright;
East of Westeros lies the Smoking Sea, where no ship dare sail. There are those who swear it to be demon-haunted, and who's to say they're wrong? For it was there, years ago, that a cataclysmic event occurred, destroying one of the great civilizations in history.
It is said the Valyrians were once a modest community of shepherds, tending their flocks on a small peninsula of the great eastern continent. One fateful day, in a volcanic area known as the Fourteen Fires, they made a shattering discovery: dragons.
Monstrous, scaled creatures, with massive wings, sharp claws and fiery breath. They were also said to have a deep-rooted connection to magic. Fire made flesh they called them.
The Valyrians were able to tame the beasts, harnessing their immense power, they established a city of wonder unlike any before or since. They became skilled at sorcery and metallurgy, creating uncommon weapons of spell-forged steel. Wielding these weapons, astride their dragons, the Valyrians conquered the surrounding lands and slowly expanded west.
At the time, the Ghiscari Empire dominated much of the great eastern continent, and tried to stop Valyria's expansion. The Ghiscari legions attacked the Valyrians five times, but could never defeat them. Finally, the Valyrians marched on their capital and obliterated it, turning its streets and buildings to ash with dragon flame, and wiping the Ghiscari people and their culture off the face of the earth.
The Freehold of Valyria, as it came to be known, became the most advanced civilization in the known world, with its own language, gods and culture. The Valyrians' reach extended far and wide, covering most of the continent. Great cities were built and roadways paved, all of which led back to Valyria. The Freehold would prosper for nearly five thousand years. But it was not to last.
An event that became known only as the Doom laid waste to the Valyrians, their capital city and its surrounding lands. The peninsula itself was shattered, becoming what is now the Smoking Sea. Every dragon was thought to be lost, as were the Valyrians' spells, knowledge and recorded history. Thus the mighty empire collapsed.
No one knows for certain what caused this cataclysm. Some say it was a volcanic eruption. Others say the Valyrians' own sorcery got the better of them. In any event, the Doom's devastation of the Valyrian people was total… with the exception of a small rocky island in the Narrow Sea: Dragonstone. For it was there that the Targaryens, the last of Old Valyria, dwelled. They would lie in wait for another hundred years before unleashing the fury of the dragon on another continent, Westeros. To which they ruled and thrived," She made sure to change her voice as she talked about her history.
"I like your stories," Bran muttered, eyes already closed.
"They are not just stories Bran, it's history too," she smiled as she stood, leaning over the boy before kissing as she stood leaning over the boy before kissing his forehead. "Sweet dreams Bran," she wished before walking out making sure all the candles went out. As she quietly closed the door Rhaenyra nearly ran into a tall body, she was alarmed to see it was Jaime Lannister, a man she never wanted to be alone with, ever. She was a bit tipsy, she knew it, and his demeanor made her nervous.
"Interesting story," he spoke as she paused. "Valyria, correct?" he questioned as the mute girl nodded. "Allow me to walk with you," he offered as Rhaenyra originally moved to leave.
"Of course, thank you," she thanked him as calmly as she could. On the inside she was terrified.
"It is my pleasure," he smiled, it never seemed to leave his face. "But I must say do you tell those stories often?" Jaime asked as she walked with him, slowly feeling anger fill her.
"Yes, the younger children like them. Bran especially," she motioned to the boy's nightly ritual that most of the time included others. She heard him clear his throat as they walked, he swayed slightly, it indicated that he must be a bit drunk. "Did you enjoy the feast?" she asked as he nodded.
"Yes. A lot of meat," he spoke as she chuckled softly.
"Well that is a constant for the North, we don't have much of anything other then the shipments that comes through," she claimed making Jaime listen.
"Rhae!" Arya's voice stopped their walk as both saw the girl standing alongside Robb who's gaze hardened at spotting Jaime.
"I believe this is where I leave you," the blonde spoke as the other two got closer. "Have a pleasant evening My Ladies, My Lord," Jaime respectfully bid them as they repeated the sentiment before walking away.
"Why were you with him?" the wild child asked before Robb could stop her.
"Arya!" the young man hissed as Rhaenyra smirked.
"I was bidding Bran goodnight and told him a story. Jaime must have heard me," the girl spoke as they paused at Arya's chambers.
"What about it? You always tell stories," Arya defended the woman who was like a sister to her.
"It was a Valyrian story," Rhaenyra spoke as the girl scoffed.
"They're just jealous that they don't have Valyrian blood," she spoke as Robb laughed.
"Bed," he ordered, lightly pushing her into her chambers, they made sure she climbed into bed. "No, but they are among the richest Arya, you know that," Robb added as they sighed.
"Yeah all they have is money," she grumbled as Rhaenyra pulled her blankets up and kissed the girl's forehead.
"Go. To. Sleep," they smiled when Rhaenyra kept getting closer until they were nose-to-nose before Nymeria broke them up. The pup licked her mistress as the couple left, listening to the giggles that escaped the girl. "Goodnight Arya," they bid before closing the door and Robb leading his betrothed.
"She's right you know," Robb spoke up confusing the girl, when she tilted her head in question he smirked. "All the Lannisters have is money. No love, no loyalty, we do," he finished as she laughed softly once they reached the door.
"That I know. It's what I find more appealing of you Starks," the white-haired beauty smirked as he smirked back.
"Oh really?" he asked as she giggled. Stepping up to the heir of Winterfell she pressed a kiss to his lips about to pull away before he kissed her again. Pressing her into the door as she gripped his cloak, he cupped her face, his tongue lightly pushed past her lips before tangling with hers as she moaned softly. The need to breath quickly made them separate as their faces were red, panting as Robb pressed a few lingering kisses to her flushed face.
"Okay, there's another aspect," she grinned before pulling him into a final chaste kiss. "Goodnight Robb," she bid before escaping back into her room with a grin. Needing no help from Valaena she dressed into her slip and climbed into bed. That night her dreams took to a sun filled land once again, the lookalike woman appearing, surrounded by horses.
II
Rhaenyra was walking arm-in-arm with Lynara who remained at her side, Jory suddenly appearing made both stop with matching frowns. "My young lady, Lord Stark requests you to come to his solar," the mentor requested as they nodded and walked after the man. It was a quick and quiet walk to Ned's solar where Robb was seated. What made her nearly stop was the royals beside him, the King looked stern and held her gaze with steel making her gulp before Lynara lightly pushed her into her seat. The queen looked like she swallowed a bitter lemon with the snarl that was present on her face, obviously she lost something. But Lord and Lady Stark kept peacefully and held love in their eyes when they looked at her, it was actually making her nervous.
"Robb, Rhaenyra. You both have known you were to marry for some time. His Grace is requesting we do this soon, as both of you are of marrying age. I will be departing when the King returns, so it will fall onto you both to care for Winterfell," Ned explained as both tensed. Robb was nervous but excited, Rhaenyra was terrified the King was allowing it but she refused to show it. "The wedding will happen in a fortnight, the Godswood," Ned claimed as the pair nodded. Both understood with how little time the King could spend in Winterfell if he was not here they would no doubt have longer to plan, but it would be okay.
"What can we do?" Robb asked as Rhaenyra stayed silent not sure how to talk in front of the Royals.
"You will pair up with us and we will talk you through everything," Catelyn explained softly as Cersei stood, no doubt ready to leave. With the look she continuously gave the Targaryen girl, she was undoubtedly against this. But as it wasn't even her choice the girl continued to ignore the Queen as Robert stood as well with a nod to Ned who swallowed softly.
"That will be all," Ned said as they all got up and waited for the King and Queen to leave first before following. Lynara held onto the girl's arm to keep her steady.
"Come along," Catelyn immediately requested to aid the women while Robb stayed for his father who sighed softly. "You'll be fine," she swore to the girl who nodded mutely.
'Gods help me through this visit,' the girl prayed as she listened to the two women talk.
The planning was a bit hard, but as Catelyn told her all she had to really do was be there and insure that she was helping a bit with the wedding but it was mostly Ned and Catelyn who were dealing with it. Many of the northern Lords were joining for the wedding, but most were just the lord and lady of the house, Rhaenyra recognized many as she smiled to usually greet them. Catelyn's brother, Edmure, happily greeted the young girl he used to teach fishing, he's never held hatred or resentment to her and despite what Jon was always tried to help the boy when he saw his sister's disdain for the child, he even held a soft spot for Theon who feared the man for being a Tully. Greatjon Umber and Rickard Karstark were warm faces to see during the King's visit, one was kinman of the Stark family, but both Lords were close friends of Ned's and knew the young girl well, they sworn to be loyal to her as Lady Stark when she and Robb married.
But Rhaenyra decided to run and hide the moment she could, she felt too confused and tried her best to listen to what they were telling her to do but it was all too much. She was sitting at the base of the tree when she felt a hand land on her shoulder making her yelp and look to see a grinning Theon making her sigh in relief.
"Thank the Gods, Theon. I thought you were one of the royals," she mumbled as he plopped beside her.
"Nah, they are with Lord and Lady Stark, mostly out of courtesy but I believe the King wants to ensure your marriage is completely in the Thrones' advantage. I overheard Lord Stark telling Jory about the Queen trying to make the marriage in Light of the Seven," he told her as she scoffed.
"That's an insult to Robb's culture. We're of the North, the Old Gods rule here. Just like in the Iron Islands the Drowned Gods rule there, right?" she asked softly. Rhaenyra had requested to learn about all the Gods, she found it intriguing, so they taught her. Theon nodded as they sat there listening to nothing while relaxing in their silence.
"Are you excited? You're finally marrying Robb," Theon asked with a small smirk.
"Kind of, also wishing the royals weren't here," she wished as he nodded, understanding.
"Understandable," he admitted.
"How's Robb?" she asked curious, she and Robb haven't really spent alone time since the announcement of the wedding.
"He's fine. Nervous like you," Theon would tell Rhaenyra every secret someone had because he knew she liked to know, especially something like this. The dragon child paused before standing up with Theon as she brushed off her cloak and hands, turning to Theon.
"Can you tell Robb to meet me in the stables tonight? I want to have a talk with him," he nodded instantly with a small smile.
"Sure," he gave her a small hug before leaving. Heaving a sigh the white-haired child walked around Winter Town, despite her desperate attempts to avoid any royals, she refused to be a recluse in her own home. Many happily greeted Rhaenyra who smiled back to them, she always stopped by a certain stall that carried handmade trinkets. They were always cute and if she liked one they would become a gift to someone. She found two that looked identical but was a bit different; one was a pendant that held the Seven Pointed Star, it was meant to be a necklace, then the other was a beautiful Tulip flower she heard grows in Dorne, she thought they'd be good gifts. The owner of the cart was a very nice man, he had a daughter and son who both died a few years after the rebellion from sickness but had three little ones running around that she knew of. His wife was a bit younger but very sweet when Rhaenyra met her once, he knew the young girl well as she bought a bunch of his items and used them for ideas or gifts.
"How much?" she asked, motioning to the two charms.
"7 silvers, my lady," he smiled as she grinned. Many of the merchants knew her as she loved strolling through the markets with the Starks or her maids, so she knew certain prices might be off for her.
"Thank you," she thanked offering him the coin of silver and plucked the items. "Do you possibly have chains for these? I was going to gift them for two little ones," she smiled as he nodded, all to happy.
"Of course! I was curious, My Lady. I apologize for saying so but I assumed you were a Valyrian child not a Faith child," he thought looking through his chains, looking for his best for the charms.
"I am. But the children who these are for I assume their parents raised them in Light of the Seven," Rhaenyra surmised as she accepted the two identical length of chain.
"That's very kind of you miss," the merchant beamed, he said goodbye as she left, leaving some more silver for the chains too. As she continued on hiding her package in her sleeves, before spotting Tyrion Lannister exiting the local brothel, a happy grin on his face.
"Lord Tyrion," she greeted, spotting the guards tensing unlike their lord who grinned.
"My Lady! How are you this morning? I hear you will be marrying soon!" he instantly walked up to her as she waited.
"Yes, Robb and I were shocked at the close time but we knew it would happen," she smiled.
"I can tell he really loves you," the Imp claimed with a grin as the girl flushed a bit.
"And I can assure you My Lord. I love him very much," she beamed, Rhaenyra felt Tyrion was true and had good intentions. He has never made her feel uncomfortable during the visit so far, unlike his siblings and good brother.
"That's good, do you know that most betrothals don't even like one another. My sister and her husband are one, some like Lady and Lord Stark do care for one another, that is amazing," he admitted as she smiled before frowning.
"I heard that my father and mother hated one another," she wondered as he paused.
"I don't remember much of your parents but I do know your mother could not hate someone but it was true they did not love one another, but I do know she loved you kids, Jaime told me I used to visit him," Tyrion claimed as she smiled. But he continued to look at her before turning to his guards. "Leave us. I assure you Lady Rhaenyra will not harm me, poor girl is out shopping for all Gods sake," he growled, knowing the men made the young woman scared, he's been watching her since he arrived, wanting to see her for what she was, not what they made her to be. Tyrion could see her a mixture of Sansa and Arya, though he assumed growing up and roughhousing with boys all her life would turn her more into a warrior than a true lady he surmised.
"My Lord-" the guard was quickly cut off by Tyrion who glared.
"Leave, now!" he ordered making them pause before they did as ordered, watching the girl who kept her face lowered. Once they were far away Tyrion beamed and turned to her as she gave a small smile. "There, now you can speak," he claimed as they continued to walk.
"I actually had a present for the young Prince and Princess, no offence My Lord but your oldest nephew is not a favorite," she wished as Tyrion shook his head.
"I hold no sympathies for my oldest nephew girl, no offence taken. But you have something for Myrcella and Tommen. That you cannot give in the open?" he asked curious.
"I fear your sister and her husband would make the children throw them away simply because I gave them to the children. But I had hoped you could give these to them, I assumed your nephew and niece were raised in the Light of the Seven?" she asked as the man nodded.
"Yes," he took the necklaces and smiled. "A star for Tommen and the flower is for Myrcella I assume?" he asked as she nodded. "I will ensure they receive them and do not tell their parents about them. You are right, my sister would personally throw them away if she knew," he commented as she smiled.
"Thank you My Lord," she curtsied before a shout caught her attention. They both turned to see Valaena come out of a shop to spot the Lannister talking with her charge. Tyrion thought he was seeing things when another figure streaked by with white hair before he looked to see the young woman curtsying. "Have a wonderful day Lord Tyrion, I hope you enjoy the wedding tomorrow," she smiled, a small blush decorating her cheeks making him grin.
"I am sure I will, as will you and Robb," he took her hand for a gentle kiss and wished her well.
"What were you and Lord Tyrion talking about?" the elder asked as the younger approached.
"I simply had a gift for the younger Prince and Princess and asked if their uncle could ensure they retrieved them. He so far has been the nicest of the Lannisters," Rhaenyra claimed as Valeana frowned.
"Has Ser Jaime done something?" she asked with alarm, so far he has done nothing to taunt or terrorize the girl, the Queen knew just her presence made the young woman terrified or angered.
"No, he has done nothing, but Lord Tyrion has actually talked to me nicely that is all. And the younger two are terrified here, I only wish to show them some politeness from the North," the young girl claimed as the other smiled.
"Come as you reminded, wedding is tomorrow. We must fit you a final time," the woman yanked the younger along as she whined softly.
II
Rhaenyra ran to the stables that night and saw Robb petting Karn as she approached him, carefully she leapt on him as he laughed, the stallion jerked his head a bit as the disruption of attention. She kissed his cheek as he turned to embrace her, giving her a passionate kiss as she whined when they separated.
"Tomorrow," Robb spoke as she nodded, burying her face in his shoulder. "I get to officially claim you as mine," he grinned as she chuckled.
"Of course that's what you think of," she commented as he kissed her again.
"I'll always be thinking of that," he admitted as Rhaenyra giggled softly.
"Are you ready to become a married man?" she asked as he nodded, gently cupping her chin while he pressed another kiss to her forehead.
"Are you ready to be Lady Stark?" he asked as she paused thinking it over before leaning up and pressing a heavy kiss to him for an answer.
"Yes. I just hope I can do well like your mother," she smiled softly while he hugged her tightly, kissing her forehead as he chuckled.
"You will do wonderful, everyone here loves you. You know the people Rhae, better than anyone else. Avy Jorrāelan," (I love you) he declared in High Valyrian as she felt her eyes tear up at the emotion she could see and hear. It was very rare if the family spoke the other language but would on occasion, but hearing Robb say it made her beyond happy.
"I love you too, Robb. Always," she smiled giving him another kiss. "You know we might not be able to see one another until tomorrow night," she warned as he chuckled.
"Seven Hells, I will have to be around the King all day," he growled as she whined a bit.
"I'm sorry My Love, I only hope the Queen's hate for me makes her stay away from me," Rhaenyra prayed as Robb nodded before giving her a final kiss.
"Go and rest, I believe girls have to suffer more from what I overheard from my father and Jory when they were talking yesterday," he chuckled as she grinned, giving him a final kiss before leaving, Robb watched her with a grin, happy that he'll finally be able to marry his betrothed, a woman that he's been in love with since childhood.
Rhaenyra carefully walked back to her chambers before nearly leaping out of her skin when Jaime Lannister appeared. She was trying to figure out his game in consistently running into her, he doesn't say anything but just looks her up and down as though he was trying to understand her part in this.
"Hello Ser Jaime," she greeted gently, regretting coming this way to avoid the servants that would ask her questions she didn't want to answer.
"Good evening, my it is quite late out," he commented as she narrowed her eyes slightly.
"I was seeing to Corlys, I have not ridden her in the last few days. I wanted to make sure she was well and not restless. As I figured, she was," the girl lied as Jaime chuckled.
"Might I make an inquiry?" he asked as she nodded, making sure to keep a distance from him. "I see you as a child raised outside, given the freedom to roam and ride freely. But now you are to be caged inside now, as Lady Stark," he smirked while she glared.
"My future husband has never controlled me as we grew, he will not control me when we marry. If I go outside, he will no doubt join me, now if you will excuse me My Lord, I must return to my chambers," she curtsied before walking around him, keeping a wide berth before returning upstairs to the chambers she resided in on the same level as the Stark family. She didn't know how to label the golden man, she didn't feel danger from him despite the history and his skills in swordship, but she didn't want to risk trying to act around like his brother.
"There you are!" Lynara's voice called out as she had a slip all ready, she had even lit the candles for the eggs. "I know you are probably freaking out about the wedding tomorrow so I tried to think of anything that would soothe you other than a bath you are getting one tomorrow, so I lit the candles for you," she smiled as Rhaenyra grinned softly.
"Thank you Lynara, where's Valeana?" the girl asked as the brunette started to untie her dress.
"She is making sure everything is prepared for tomorrow night, are you nervous?" she asked with a smile, making the younger sigh softly.
"Yes! Seven Hells why does everyone keep asking me. Yes, I'm nervous as hell and I'm scared!" she cried to the older who frowned, not having realized the girl was terrified of the wedding.
"Hey," she gave a soft smile. "It will be okay," Lynara grinned, cupping the girl's face to force her to stay eye contact. "You will be fine. Robb will never force you into anything that will make you uncomfortable, you know this. It's nothing, the bedding ceremony is another story though," the girl froze at that. She completely forgot about that little ritual, she's seen many and had always liked them, they were tradition that she always found funny as she and the boys would laugh and cheer. "Hey you enjoyed them as a child, now you get to feel the same nerves as all the other women," she grinned making the other sigh. While they had talked the girl had stripped so she could change into her nightgown before her hair was being undone to be free. Her violet eyes lowered and distant as she thought about the possibilities she will have to endure being Lady of Winterfell. "Alright. You are going to be woken up early so goodnight, be sure to blow the candles out, I'll leave you be," she offered, motioning to the eggs as the girl nodded.
"Of course, thank you Lynara," Rhaenyra thanked her loyal friend who got ready to leave before the woman could the younger called out. "Can you make sure that the eggs are moved well before anything else?" she asked as the other nodded.
"Of course, Rhae," she left as the white-haired woman approached her eggs. They had so much color it made her happy and giddy, they looked so beautiful, she wished she could proudly show them off, they were meant to be shown, not hidden. Gently picking the red egg up she cradled it, running her thumb up and over the scales as she whispered 'Rhaella' pressing a kiss to the egg, lowering it to the pillow it sat on. She ran her hand over the pale blue-silver, holding it in her hands, kissing it before whispering 'Alysanne' and finally the golden-sun colored egg saying 'Rhaenys' before lowering and closed the chest to pray over them and then prayed for tomorrow to go well. She was scared of the bedding, she wanted to give everything to Robb and give him many children. Baela has told her hints for girl spots he could find, Rhaenyra trusted her friend's knowledge as she has accidently walked in to find another women in her friend's bed, she apologized only for not knocking and asked how both their nights were. The whore was surprised and quite pleased at a nonjudgmental lady, Baela had long disclosed that she preferred girls to her friends and even her mother who smiled and accepted the taste. Robb and the boys found it interesting and Theon took complete advantage of it when they were at parties and both would try to bed girls. Despite her appearance, Baela was in fact a girl version of Theon, just 'better well mannered' as Jon put, it made everyone laugh as she punch his shoulder.
Rhaenyra blew out all the candles and laid down in bed, enjoying the bed before slipping into her dreams as she dreamed of a stag lying dead, wolves fighting and fire flying everywhere. She couldn't understand it, but soon her dreams went cold, she was freezing but wasn't frozen. She was completely dressed in leather as she looked around at the frozen and half destroyed huts. Screeching alarmed her as she whipped around to see a figure fly above her, fire rained down as she turned back around to find herself somewhere else. Somewhere dry and hot, she recognized this place.
II
Rhaenyra was still amidst her cloud dreams before being awoken by a grinning Valaena who gently stroked her hair, the most soothing way to wake her lady up. Lynara was already hustling about, laying everything down so that it would be easier for them to ready their lady as three young women poured hot water in the tub. The young woman smiled softly as she looked at her 'mother' basically, this woman nursed and reared her, teaching her everything about her Valyrian culture.
"Good morning, My Princess," Valaena greeted as the girl slowly started to sit up. She looked so tired and yet so nervous. "My poor nervous girl," she soothed softly as Lynara smiled gently, coming over to softly take the girl's hand.
"It will be alright Rhae," the brunette swore before helping her in undoing the bedding. Rhaenyra weakly pushed the heavy furs away before standing with some problem before effortlessly walking to the tub as Lynara helped in striping her. As always she entered the burning bathwater that soothed her muscles while the women worked about, Valaena gently passed her a cloth while the girl washed herself when Lynara added oils, lavender and rose, as they let the water cool, they made sure everything was done when Lady Catelyn entered to help prepare. Valaena ventured over and tested the waters before grabbing her hair that was soaking and started to ring it out before adding oils to it, the water seemed to not bother her as she worked on getting her lady ready.
"Do you have any questions Rhae?" Valaena asked, knowing her lady needed the familiarity, no titles.
"No, I know what to do and what to expect. I just worry about not pleasing Robb," she mumbled softly as the women scoffed.
"He loves you, Sweet Dragon," Lynara called, using the childhood nickname Jon Arryn had called her and so did Maester Aemon. "Not only has Ned told me himself, but you can also spot it, just like your usual lovestruck, girl crush on the young man himself," the northerner grinned as the white haired girl blushed. Despite the girl not showing so much emotion on the outside others could see her real facade, Ned had claimed all one had to do was read her eyes, Catelyn said she could never hide her real emotions, her face and eyes usually say two different things.
"Believe me, I know he loves," she muttered, eyes a bit wide as hands froze on her head.
"Rhae-" immediately understanding the tone, the girl shrieked in alarm.
"NO!" she roared whipping to stare at the startled maid, having not expected that reaction. "Gods, no! Robb and I have never laid together!" Rhaenyra was appalled that Valaena who taught her the value of maidenheads, especially when the maiden is under the King's scrutiny.
"I'm sorry, I had to ask. It's better then the Queen demanding you be examined, Gods forbid, I do not think that Maester Luwin would have the heart to. Childbirth is one manner, checking your virginity is a completely different manner," Valaena felt horid for asking and immediately felt uncomfortable with her lady a bit for now.
"No it'd be the brothel keeper, but even then that's a little too much. Alright now you two, you should have known that type of question would come out Rhaenyra, especially with how close you and Robb are," Lynara claimed as the girl slunk in the water. Did they think she was that irresponsible? "Come now, Lady Catelyn will be appearing soon, you must be at least out of the water with a slip on," Lynara ordered as the young woman stood without a beat, Valaena stood to retrieve the slip while Lynara helped her lady out. The air seemed to help Rhaenyra dry off quickly as her body just barely held dampness when she placed on her slip. Carefully she walked to the mirror so Lynara could start on her hair, gently brushing and caressing the tresses, her hair was just at her elbows, Rhaenyra usually wore a tight knot at the top of her head the rest flowing down but today she was going to allow her maids to choose for her. Valaena was going to braid the outer layer before creating a bun allowing the middle to lay down while some will go on her shoulders, Catelyn quickly came in and beamed at seeing her already starting on her appearance.
"My Lady," the women said in unison, curtseying while Rhaenyra bowed her head respectfully. Even together they still kept up appearances, because the Queen quickly came in, the younger girl felt her stomach knot as the women approached her.
"Your Grace," Rhaenyra went to stand before the woman stopped her.
"No please," she gave the fake smile. "My daughter, the Princess and I wanted to see if we could be of help for your day," Cersei started, she didn't press in on the 'Princess' as she did the other night but it still was noticed as the girl came in bright smiles with Sansa and Arya, the latter with a frown.
"Mother says that women in the North wear white dresses on their wedding day is that true?" Myrcella asked quite quickly surprising the Targaryen who looked to her instantly.
"Yes, Princess," she started, making sure to address the younger with respect and her title. "I am not sure why but many like it, I assume to support the purity of the brides and for the Gods," the former Princess informed the other who nodded with an interested look while Cersei went to sit on the bed with Catelyn who watched the woman with hidden caution. Myrcella was given a chair beside the young bride so they could continue to talk, that was all Rhaenyra could do while the maids worked on her hair and makeup while Sansa happily pulled the dress out to show the women.
"And why do they take place at night? Wouldn't it be easier to be during the day?" Myrcella asked again as she watched the bride being cared for by her maids.
"We do not know, but wouldn't it be beautiful with a snowfall Princess?" Valaena asked softly.
"Yes I think it would," the blonde grinned as the white-haired woman smiled.
"Why do people make such big deals about these?" Arya asked confused as Lynara laughed softly, gently rubbing the girl's shoulder, knowing she'd probably be with her brothers if she could.
"Because it is meant to be fun!" Myrcella beamed as she looked at the dress with Sansa who agreed, Arya just pouted and sat on the bed to be away from everything. While Rhaenyra did her best to ignore the Queen, the Princess chatted away as the woman smiled softly, the girl obviously held no fear of the older girl any longer, immediately the moment Myrcella leaned closer a quick glimpse of a tulip caught the girl's eyes. It made her smile that the child would wear the necklace, Myrcella gave a wink, knowing she saw it.
"Well I can see you all have it under control, come Myrcella. We must get you presentable as well," Cersei demanded as the girl frowned before following her mother as they left, the guards leaving with them. The moment she left Lynara locked the door in seconds as Rhaenyra sighed softly with Valaena rubbing her shoulders.
"Why was she here?" Arya asked as Catelyn sighed.
"I do not know Arya. Alright, come on, we must get you ready," the matriarch demanded as the other nodded.
"Yes, Lady Catelyn," Rhaenyra smirked as the woman sighed.
II
Rhaenyra took a steady breath as Valaena finished pinning up her maiden cloak. The young woman knew Northern weddings took place closer to nightfall but with the royals she knew Cersei would want it to be earlier for their taste, but Ned stuck firm to his Gods. Her dress was white fur and made of thin material, it exposed only the collarbone and up, Rhaenyra felt uncomfortable in the dress but liked the design.
"You look beautiful Rhaenyra," Catelyn spoke in awe as even Arya looked shocked.
"White on white, bad choice?" Rhaenyra asked as they chuckled.
"It suits you," the youngest spoke out softly, surprising her family. "It is your color," she smiled as the older beamed.
"I guess it is," Rhaenyra claimed as they all smiled.
"I truly am proud of you Rhae," Catelyn spoke making the other smile happily. A knock interrupted their conversation before Valaena opened the door to see Ned standing there with a small smile.
"Hello Lord Stark," she allowed him in as he spotted his ward of six and ten. "She is all ready," the woman gave a tearful smile making the girls giggle while Ned comforted the woman.
"It will be alright Val, Rhae has grown into a beautiful woman," he praised as the girl blushed. "Everyone go on, we will be starting soon," he warned as they nodded and left. Rhaenyra had been thankful that she convinced Robb and Ned to allow Jon to attend with King Robert's approval. He agreed without a second though for the Stark men. "Are you ready?" he asked as she paused softly, she briefly looked to her eggs that had been hidden by Lynara. "You can look at them if you need too," he smiled softly, knowing that she seemed to draw strength from them, he knew she'd need it more than anything today.
"I'm scared," she admitted to her 'surrogate father,' it was true Ned was more of a father to her and Theon then either of theirs and they both knew it.
"I know," Lord Stark told her as he watched her open a chest that had been under a cloak, all her things would be moved to Robb's chambers during the ceremony and it would possibly be Baela who would move certain things while the others were in the godswood.
"How did you and Cat convince the Queen-" she started with a sneer as he chuckled, shaking his head, "-to have an actual northern wedding?" she finished with a small smile as she opened the chest while he came closer. It was only then that Ned had noticed the eggs were much deeper in color, he slowly approached them as he touched one, staring at them, memorized.
"It was actually Robb who told the King we were in the North, so it should be a northern wedding. He agreed," Ned claimed, closing the lid as she pulled the cloak back over it. "Come now, onto your wedding," he smiled as she chuckled, when she turned she became stunned at seeing a maiden cloak with her house sigil. "Let's just say Valaena had a feeling you would need one," he chuckled as she smiled.
"Yes Lord Stark," she smiled before coming over and allowed him to hook on her cloak, it was such a contrast to her appearance when she turned she gently grabbed his arm as he led them out.
II
Ned, who was Lord Stark, he'd be officiating the wedding, he had told Rhaenyra that Theon would be her escort. Both were 'ward siblings' as Tyrion called them, the bride was normally escorted by a male member of her family but as they are dead or in another land, her surrogate would be her escort. The guests had already received their torches and started the march to the Heart Tree as Rhaenyra waited with Theon.
"You're pretty," he praised her as she chuckled softly.
"I honestly can not wait for this to be over with," Rhaenyra admitted as he smirked.
"Terrified?" he asked.
"Very," she nodded before Jory nodded to them to start their own march, the sky was slowly starting to darken as they walked, Rhaenyra felt like she was going to her death when the crowd turned to her but as she kept her eyes on Robb who looked from his smiling father to his betrothed, a small smile slowly grew, keeping arm-in-arm with Theon as they walked further down, her violet eyes spied the royals; Robert, his face stern as he watched with cold eyes, Cersei and Joffrey both wished to not be here, but Tyrion, Myrcella and Tommen were smiling, the small man gave her an encouraging nod his brother though watched her with an unreadable expression. When Theon stopped, so did she, they had reached Robb and Ned, both of whom smiled at her as she returned it.
"Who comes before the Old Gods this night?" Ned asked as Theon answered.
"Rhaenyra, of House Targaryen, comes to beg the blessing of the Gods. A trueborn woman of noble blood, who comes to claim her?" Theon asked as Robb stepped forward.
"Robb, of House Stark, heir to Winterfell. Who gives her?" he claimed.
"Theon, of House Greyjoy, wardbrother to Lady Rhaenyra," he answered.
"Lady Rhaenyra, do you take this man?" Ned asked, smiling softly.
"I take this man," Rhaenyra spoke, keeping eye contact with Robb, taking his hand before they knelt and bowed their heads respectfully to the Old Gods. The moment Ned urged them to stand Robb removed her maiden cloak before attaching the bridal cloak, when she turned he gave her a kiss and they lifted their joined hands while many cheered. The exiled princess saw the royals, a few of them cheered while others remained silent and then it was done. Rhaenyra was blessed for short weddings, remembering the Faith of the Seven weddings, they were so long and quite boring with all the prayers. She clutched Robb's hand as he nodded to her, she wasn't going to like this part, she thought with a whine.
"Bare with me," he murmured silently before picking her up to carry her to the feast as the northerners cheered, the lords jeering at them making the family laugh and the couple blush, the girl more then the man. Rhaenyra felt like she was heavy despite Robb having done this before, hell they even practiced the carrying part when they'd go on rides together, he told her she weighs nothing, to him she really does.
"I hate this part," she whispered as he grinned when he felt Rickard Karstark smack his shoulder but grinned at the girl who smirked.
"Oh hush up you, your mine now," he reminded as she glared softly.
"That means your mine," she countered as he hummed softly.
"Correct, wife," he agreed making her chuckle softly.
II
Rhaenyra smiled softly as she watched everyone at the feast, she didn't know what else to do other then when she sat and talked with Robb, but she watched as Myrcella danced with a blushing Bran making the pair grin.
"Gods, he's blushing," Robb spoke softly as she giggled softly, he smiled when he heard the noise, happy to hear a familiar noise ever since the King arrived.
"Yeah, but I think the Princess has a small crush," the bride spoke as he turned to where he was nose-to-nose with his new wife.
"I seem to recall various moments where a little girl used to go red-faced when a young lordling used to dance with her," he teased as she laid her forehead to his. Remembering all her skittish moments when it came to her dancing at other events.
"I was scared and nervous! Most of those Lords and Ladies have never even met me!" Rhaenyra gave a harsh but grinning whisper as he chuckled. It had been true, the first wedding she had gone to was for Catelyn's family and Ned had wanted to bring the young Targaryen so she could meet the Lords and Ladies of the North and the Riverlands. Many had liked her when they met her, some held her with resentment, mostly the kids of lords close to Ned and Catelyn showed the girl affection and had taught their kids to respect her.
"Lord Karstark and his sons practically created a barrier around you when one lordling insulted you I swear I thought Torrhen was going to hit someone," he laughed as she grinned, watching everyone enjoy themselves. To many a feast was a feast.
"Might I dance with the bride?" Tyrion asked as Rhaenyra smiled and looked to her husband with a quirked eyebrow, that Tyrion did not see, as he nodded.
"Of course, My Lord, please," Robb smiled softly, knowing this was the only Lannister his wife liked. Wife. That sounded so weird to him now. His only female best friend was his wife now. He continued to watched as his wife smiled while she danced with the Imp who made her laugh before they finished as she was turned to Greatjon, who danced with large steps, he smirked at seeing her trying to keep up, laughing when Benjen stole her as she yelped with a loud laugh. Robb smiled as he continued to watch his wife bond with other northern lords, it was simple innocent greeting their future lady, many liked her for her sweet nature. He frowned when he saw others looking at her with guarded looks, he's seen the prince sneer enough when no one was looking, Cersei of course barely held in her hate for the young woman but Jaime hasn't given any hate or bad looks, he just… looks at her. Robb couldn't understand the look the man continuously gave her and it made him quite odd. It drove him nuts trying to place it before a hand surprised him on his shoulder making him jump as Robert came right to him. "Y-Your Grace," he greeted before the King kept him down.
"It's alright boy," Robert spoke, Robb could already tell he was drunk. "A Targaryen marrying a Stark. Never thought I'd see the day," he mumbled taking another drink.
"We do appreciate that you allowed us to marry, Your Grace. We swear to be loyal to the throne," Robb swore, the Starks would always be loyal but at the moment he didn't want to talk with the King, who terrified his wife and was a drunk whoring man. Rhaenyra had once told him she was embarrassed he was the King, she wished someone else had claimed the throne instead of him. They all did and were not liking the next choice.
"Put a son in her and it'll bind the line for good," Robert claimed as Robb gripped his covered fist. "Alright! As Northern weddings are simple, there are no prayers but there is still one ceremony that is the same everywhere!" he roared as Rhaenyra's smiling face had slowly dropped and she paled even more than she already did. Benjen who was beside her gently rubbed her arm, he understood what was about to happen.
"It'll be alright Little Lady," he reassured as she whimpered softly. "They won't hurt you, you know that," he whispered as she nodded.
"It's time for the bedding!" Robert called out as Robb looked to his wife who was surrounded by men before women surrounded him with giggles. Rhaenyra gave an alarmed yelp before being hoisted up by the lords, pinching and grabbing her through her dress, cheering as she calmed her terror. She heard whistles and yells as they carried her to Robb's chambers, ripping her dress as they carried her. They were constantly making remarks about her body, her breasts, thighs, ass and even her hair. She thought she heard everything from Theon but Gods did these men outdo him!
"Robb will be having a grand ol' time with you Sweetheart!" Greatjon called as they had now down to her slip, she worried they'd take everything as most do. They continued to encourage her and even give her some hints, sadly some were helpful, others she already knew. And then Lord Karstark ripped the slip off as they settled the startled young woman in the doorway.
"It'll be easier," he admitted, as Rhaenyra just stood there confused and stunned before she was turned and pushed a little by another man as she entered the room while one closed it, yelling out.
"Have fun boy!" It was the Greatjon as she blushed softly.
"Gods, they're loud," a voice made her whip around to see a smirking Robb, standing there bare as his name day just like her. Now she understood what Lord Karstark meant, she could see him hard and big, she swallowed softly before coming closer. Memories of them hiding in corners stealing kisses and heavy moments that made her hate their restrictions.
"Yes they are," she grinned as he cupped her face. Running his fingers over her lips as she kissed them, having drank wine earlier making her a little bolder. Robb's eyes darkened before he crashed his mouth to hers, forcing his tongue in her mouth as hers pushed back, she wrapped her arms around his neck, Robb's free hand cupped her ass and he ground his cock into lower stomach as she moaned, gripping his hair.
He remembered when they had been ten and five, Ned had let them have their first drink of ale and as young as she was felt the buzz that night when Robb had walked her back to her chambers she had been curious about kissing him before she outright pulled him close as he had kissed back, quite quickly.
Now he could do anything to this young woman, just like she could do anything to him. His hands trailed to her breasts, thumbing her nipples softly as she pressed eagerly into the kiss. Thinking about what his large hands could do to her body she almost collapsed in anticipation. Robb effortlessly hoisted her up as her legs wrapped around his waist before carrying her over to the bed before dropping her on to the bed, it broke their kiss before he covered her body with his as he pressed heated kisses all over while she wrapped her arms around him. He wrapped his lips around her nipple as she moaned, gently gripping his hair. Rhaenyra wiggled against her husband who groaned, he's wanted this ever since they hit their teen years, always staring at his betrothed. He always watched her and would feel himself harden at the thought of gripping her body and groping her breasts, he had gotten away with a few touches and kisses. Robb never did anything against her wishes and she instigated a few moments that almost led it a few moments past their barriers, it drove them crazy. But now they could indulge in everything, he was going to enjoy this.
Breaking his thoughts he nibbled on her breasts before his mouth travelled down, licking the exposed skin as she moaned and wiggled more before he pinned her. He lowered to be level with her dripping center as he groaned, licking his lips and dove before enclosing his lips around her clit as she gasped, arching her back off the bed as he held her still. Rhaenyra felt her legs jerk as he suckled, Robb trailed his tongue to her slit and lightly pushed in as she groaned softly, enjoying the sensation of feeling his tongue and lips on her.
"Robb," she moaned, gripping his hair. "Please," she whined before he quickly went back over her pressing a kiss allowing her to taste herself before he lightly grabbed himself and started to rub against the young woman who whimpered softly, wanting it so bad. Robb had rubbed some of her slick on his cock before slowly entering and paused when he felt her barrier.
"I'm so sorry Love," he apologized as she nodded before bringing him down and lip locked with him. It was a way to brace herself as he gave a sharp thrust making her yelp but was swallowed it as he continued to kiss her. He pushed his tongue through as he tried to keep still in her tight cavern, he wanted to desperately move and enjoy the feeling. Breaking a part Robb continued to watch her face for a shift of discomfort but she held none, Rhaenyra gently grabbed Robb's shoulder and shifted her hips to test the feeling and moaned softly. He groaned softly, laying his head against her shoulder, her soft moan and bite to his ear.
"Move, Robb," she begged as he kissed her shoulder and neck before he started to move his hips which dragged across her pelvis making her moan and whimper from the feeling. "Gods I love you," she whispered before kissing him again as her legs wrapped around his waist making him moan before breaking the kiss as he ground harder against her. Robb didn't want it to end so fast but he knew that it wouldn't be the last time and as her voice was getting high he knew she was getting closer. Trailing his hand down her stomach to the bundle of nerves that made her back arch and moan in his mouth before she seized. Rhaenyra felt that tug and the familiar sensation from her own manipulations in her earlier years, breaking the kiss she moaned as he bit her breasts while giving a few more thrusts and spent himself in his wife as she shook. Removing himself he pressed a few more kisses to her face and lips as she gave them back, finally lying down with her head in his neck under his head when he retrieved the blankets and both slept peacefully. Happy and content that they were man and wife now.
II
Morning came too early for Robb as he rolled over came face-to-face with a sleeping Rhaenyra who had her face against his shoulder. He smiled pressing a kiss to her forehead as she groaned and buried her face against his skin more making him laugh softly.
"Fuck off Stark, you didn't let me sleep," she growled before rolling away to sleep more. They spent a few hours asleep before he woke them back up to go a few more times, she didn't complain but she wished she did.
"You weren't complaining and the marks on my back prove me right," he growled in her ear, nipping her neck and shoulder as she shuddered. But knocking made both freeze, Rhaenyra confusingly looked to her husband as he frowned.
"My Lady, My Lord?" Valaena called out, she must've been with others as normally she doesn't refer to both so formally. Robb quickly got out of bed grabbing his robe and his wife's before ushering her to stand. With a wince she did so and he held her close.
"Come in," he called as Rhaenyra hid behind him somewhat. Valaena entered with a blank face as two other women came in with her. Neither teen recognized them and knew they belonged to the queen, especially when one looked to Rhaenyra like she was beneath her. The fire in the girl roared to life as she glared at the suddenly startled maid who looked away, the other stared with caution before Valaena barked at them to do their job. Her own fire stronger and brighter as she almost towered over the two terrified women.
"Do what you were ordered!" she pointed to the bed where Robb had help yank the furs away when they had gotten up. Valaena watched the girls quickly go and inspect the bed before giving the three one final look and left.
"What was that about?" Rhaenyra asked as Valaena turned.
"The Queen wanted to be sure you kept your word on remaining untouched," the elder woman all but spat the term when she retrieved clothing for her lady as Lynara had others bring in the tub. Robb knew that he was not needed to help Rhaenyra and gave her a kiss on her forehead before retrieving his clothing to get changed while the women hid behind the divider while the tub was filled.
"Alright, I'm going to go and talk with Father and see what to do," Robb claimed as she nodded when he poked around before giving her another kiss on her lips before leaving. Rhaenyra paused at the display of affection that was so sudden, she wasn't against public affection but it surprised her how quickly Robb got into the role.
"Aw, look at her face," Valaena cooed as she looked at the other's face.
"She's startled," Lynara grinned as she removed her lady's robe. "Wow," her eyes went wide at seeing something before the other's face joined and went wide with a grin. "Kinky," she commented.
"What?" Rhaenyra asked confused, looking down before seeing the red marks on her breasts and some on her hips.
"Starks are wolves," Valaena grinned.
"Oh quite you two," the girl glared climbing into the filled tub to clean herself. It didn't embarrass her to talk about sex but it wasn't like how they talked about, the first was fast, both were virgins, Robb admitted he's never laid with another woman and she wanted to believe him, the other time was slow and loving. But he did have a biting thing, and seemed to enjoy her breasts.
"We're happy for you My Lady," Valaena smirked as she started to do her lady's hair.
"What the hell am I supposed to do now?" Rhaenyra asked as she brought her legs up to her chin.
"Well you will be trained to take over Lady Stark's duties," Lynara spoke up as Rhaenyra froze. "Oh calm yourself, let us get you ready," she ordered as the girl nodded.
II
Rhaenyra smiled as she watched Robb saddle up his horse, the king was gathering all the hunters and the young woman wished she could join.
"Please be safe," Rhaenyra hoped as he kissed her forehead, Robb would show her public affection anyday, no matter what.
"Of course, go and find my siblings, I am sure Jon would be with them too," he commented as the younger woman nodded, Grey Wind joined Robb as she smiled.
"Good, he'll join," the girl beamed as she looked around for the youngers as Robb pet Grey Wind's head once.
"Yeah, I had asked if allowing him to come was alright. He agreed and even offered for the other pups if they wanted," Robb smirked as Rhaenyra grinned.
"You know they won't leave the other children," his wife claimed as he nodded.
"That is very true, though Ghost might join, he and Grey Wind always seem to be together," Robb added as the girl smirked. "Jon said this is among the few times he's glad he has to stay in Winterfell, he's worried he might run the prince through," Robb whispered as she giggled. "Theon not so much," he added, she could see the irritated Greyjoy glaring at the boasting prince before Ned snagged him to talk to the older boy.
"Okay, here's the deal. You come back healthy and also a safe Theon, with no threat of killing someone either and we can go on our own ride," Rhaenyra smirked as Robb groaned lowly.
"The Gods married me to an evil woman," he spoke kissing her harshly on the lips.
"Go," the girl grinned as Robb mounted his horse, she smiled and nodded to her family who were leaving and even smiled to Tyrion who waved tiredly, obviously hungover, unlike the King who was drinking while hunting. "Gods, please protect them," she prayed before walking away with a guard, Ned felt she needed to have a company until the royals leave. He'd hope that she was safe when in Winterfell but with the Lannisters and wouldn't take a chance, Cersei still looked at her with a snarl. "Where are the children?" she asked as he directed her.
"I believe Jon has kept them in the yard to practice," he spoke as she smiled and nodded.
"Alright, thank you. You can go and join the others on the towers," she encouraged as the man nodded before leaving as the yard came into view. Rhaenyra continued on, seeing Sansa trailing after Princess Myrcella who explored everything of Winterfell both chatting away, the little cub was quite curious. Prince Tommen was no doubt with his mother, Rhaenyra grinned when she saw Rickon watching Jon use his bow and arrow, Arya was also watching but wished she could practice. Nymeria and Shaggydog stayed with the children, Lady was with Sansa, that she saw, which meant Bran's wolf was the only one unaccounted for.
"Rhae!" Rickon called out, leaping off his ledge to go and leap into his good sister's arms as she winced softly.
"Hello, Little Wolf," she grinned pressing her nose to his. "Where is your brother Bran?" she asked as he shrugged and dragged her closer as Shaggydog came closer, wagging his tail as he tugged on her dress. "Hello everyone," the girl greeted everyone as they both waved. "Is Bran somewhere?" Rhaenyra asked worried.
"I think he was climbing somewhere," Jon spoke keeping eye contact on the target. Rhaenyra nodded before kissing the top of Rickon's head before placing him back beside Arya and went to go in search of the boy.
"Bran?" Rhaenyra called as she started her walk through Winterfell to look for the young boy. "Bran? Brandon?" she continued as her march made her walk through the fields, Rhaenyra was careful in walking through the mud. She worried for the boy's favorite climbing ledge, there were crows up in the roof from the Eyrie, he liked feeding them. Yelps and whimpers caught her attention as she jogged up, carefully she rounded the burned ruin and screamed when she came across Bran, unmoving on the ground as the silver wolf ran up to her. Scratching at her dress and barking at her as she tried to look at Bran, unaware guards were racing up when they heard the screams and pleas of aid from the lady. Rhaenyra was faintly aware of someone pulling her away from the boy, hands were gentle and a voice soothing as she fell to her knees watching as the boy was carefully removed. But she thought she saw blonde hair and green eyes before Lynara appeared from nowhere and kept her attention.
"Keep focus on me girl," the woman demanded as the white-haired nodded, still mute.
II
End of chapter, sorry this was my first lemon and... I still don't like it. Boo. This was 32 pages! I didn't realize it was that long but I also didn't know where to cut it to split it up.
~Rusty14~