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The wedding chapter is here, and it is also the final chapter.

Myrcella Baratheon: Bride of a Northern Savage


Chapter 11

Myrcella Baratheon

Myrcella Baratheon took deep breaths, while Arya Stark shifted. Both girls stood in front of the mirror, wearing white as snow, Northern dresses that they were to wear at their weddings. While Myrcella, how has been wearing dresses for a long time, was rather excited about her wedding with Bran, Arya, who was not used to wear dresses often, felt rather uncomfortable.

While Bran and Myrcella already knew that they loved each other, Arya and Ned Umber at first became close friends, but in the end, Ned managed to confess his feelings for Arya, and she found herself falling for the sweet boy too. Due to Arya marrying Ned, his family, House Umber, has arrived to Winterfell from Last Hearth. Ned's father, Smalljon Umber, and his wife came. However, not only House Umber came. The marriage of Lord Stark's second son and princess of the Seven Kingdoms was a historical event, and so, many houses of the North came to attend the wedding. Alys' grandfather, Lord Rickard, and her parents, Harald and Bethany, of House Karstark came to see her and Robb's children. Lord Rickard was so proud that two of his great-grandsons would inherit both Winterfell and Karhold.

Alongside them came Lady Maege of House Mormont, leaving her oldest daughter Dacey Mormont running Bear Island. Arya immediately became friends with Lyanna Mormont due to their common interest in warfare. However, Lyanna was disappointed that Arya agreed to marry. Myrcella, meanwhile, managed to make friends with Meera Reed, the daughter of Lord Howland Reed, Lord Stark's friend.

Then there were House Manderly, Reed, and of course, Bolton. Speaking of Bolton, the door behind them, and Sansa came in.

"Sansa?" Arya asked, and before the older sister could answer, she ran towards Sansa and wrapped her arms around her. Shocked at first, Sansa returned the hug.

"I missed you." Arya whispered.

"I missed you too, little sister" Sansa cooed. "Now, if you please, don't press hard on the belly. I fear for the little life inside."

"Right, sorry" Arya answered, smiling as she got off Sansa and looked at the flat stomach of her sister. It was about a week ago the Starks received wonderful news that Sansa has just got a week pregnant with Domeric's child.

"It's okay" Sansa waved her hand. "I'm so happy for you both. You both looked stunningly beautiful."

"Thank you."

As the two girls simultaneously answered, Lady Catelyn came in. The auburn woman had an exhausted look, as she had to inspect that everything was prepared; the wedding feast, the guest chambers and barracks.

"You look perfect." she told the two girls and they thanked simultaneously again. "You two also have visitors."

"Visitors?" Myrcella asked curiously. She wondered how could it be. Tommen was already in Winterfell, and it was decided that he would lead her down the aisle at the wedding. It was at that moment, her dear Uncle Tyrion and a tall man with the looks of a Stark, entered.

"Jon!" Arya exclaimed in surprise and joy. Myrcella's eyes widened. So this was Jon Snow, the illegitimate son of Lord Stark, and now a ranger in the Night's Watch.

"Hey, Little Wolf." Jon chuckled as he hugged Arya, while messing with her hair. Lady Catelyn took a deep breath.

"Alright, I'll you for a while, but hurry up, there's a snow storm approaching Winterfell and we must get you married as quick as possible" she told everyone before leaving, tending to the other guests. Tyrion approached his niece.

"How are you doing, Myrcella?" he asked her.

"Oh, I'm doing wonderful, uncle."

"I see that." he chuckled. "Look at you, so beautiful. A true bride. A true princess. Your future husband is the most fortunate man in all of Westeros."

Myrcella furiously blushed at his words, kneeling down to hug him. Arya, meanwhile, was busy chatting with Jon. Jon revealed that he would be leading Arya down the aisle. Soon, her brother, Prince Tommen came in, interrupting everyone.

"Sorry to interrupt," he said. "but everything's ready. We must go."

"Tommen is right," Tyrion agreed, and both he and Sansa left. Arya smiled as Sansa wished her good luck before leaving. Then both Arya and Jon wrapped their arms around each other, with Jon leading her. Tommen approached the princess.

"Are you ready, Cella?" he asked.

"More than ready" she genuinely answered. "I can't wait."

"Come on then." he told her, offering his arm. The two golden-haired siblings left the chamber, walking towards the Godswood as night reigned. Myrcella was walking towards the future, the future she would share with Bran, her beloved.

The only members of her family who came were her brother and uncle. Myrcella knew that her father instead of attending the wedding decided to throw a tourney and waste more money from the royal treasury. Her mother would never attend the wedding, filled with hatred that she was losing her grasp on her. Though, Myrcella did not care. The princess did not care if her mother right now was being hysterical, breaking everything around in her chambers, starting from the glass of Dornish wine, something Cersei began to do very commonly. She didn't care if her grandfather, receiving these news, raged, claiming that the king has humiliated his family's legacy by marrying off his granddaughter to a second son, rather than the firstborn, who would become the Warden of the North. She didn't even care for what the people in King's Landing and the South thought about her.

To her mother and the people of King's Landing, she was Myrcella Baratheon – bride of a Northern savage, a wolf's plaything, slave, a defiler of the Seven. But to herself, Myrcella Baratheon was the most happy girl today, along with Arya. She was a future wife of the most wonderful boy she ever met, and sometime later, a future mother. With a loving husband, and wonderful children.

Myrcella stood, watching as Arya was marrying Ned Umber. Everyone was so happy for her, with Sansa and Lady Stark hugging the Little Wolf tight. Then, it came Myrcella's turn. The princess walked ahead with Tommen. Bran Stark stood at the great tree, wearing a fur cloak with the sigil of House Stark. His direwolf Summer sat beside him. Snow was literally floating around in air, falling onto the ground.

To Bran's side stood his mother Lady Catelyn, Rickon with Shaggydog, Robb with Grey Wind and Alys, holding their sons Eddard and Theon, Theon Greyjoy, Alys Karstark's family, the Mormonts, the Manderlys, Maester Luwin, Osha, Rodrick and Jory Cassel, along with young Beth Cassel.

To the opposite stood Arya and Ned Umber, with Nymeria. Then there stood Sansa and Domeric with Lady, Sansa's direwolf, Jeyne Poole, Benjen Stark and Jon Snow with his own direwolf, Ghost, whose fur was white as snow. Right beside the direwolf stood Tyrion Lannister, who smiled at the princess, while also curiously staring at the direwolf. Along with them stood Hodor, Roose Bolton, the Umbers and the Reeds.

Lord Eddard Stark himself was standing tall and proud at the heart tree. It was clear that he was going to officiate the wedding. Before that, Myrcella saw him putting a hand on one of Bran's shoulders and telling him something while smiling.

"Good luck, Cella." her brother whispered to her before leaving her to face Bran. Tommen then joined their uncle, while Myrcella stood to face Bran, who gave her loving smile. His father, meanwhile, cleared his throat. It was beginning.

"Who comes before the Old Gods tonight?" Eddard Stark asked.

Tommen, standing firm and proud, like a prince, answered. "Myrcella of House Baratheon, Princess of the Seven Kingdoms, comes here to be wed. A woman grown, trueborn and noble. She comes to beg the blessing of the Gods. Who comes to claim her?"

It was now Bran's turn to answer. "Brandon of House Stark, son of Eddard of House Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. Who gives her?

"Her brother, Tommen of House Baratheon, Prince of the Seven Kingdoms."

"Princess Myrcella, do you take this man?" Lord Eddard asked her.

"I take this man." Myrcella answered with happiness. The two smiled at each other as Bran Stark removed the Baratheon cloak from Myrcella Baratheon, and putting on the princess's shoulders the grey cloak bearing the sigil of House Stark.

"With this kiss, I pledge my love to you and take you for my lord and husband." Myrcella told him.

"With this kiss, I pledge my love to you and take you for my lady and wife." Bran replied. Holding her in his arms, Bran kissed Myrcella into her lips, soft as ever.

Eddard Stark then proudly declared. "Here in the sight of Old Gods and men, I proclaim my son, Brandon of House Stark and Princess Myrcella of House Baratheon to be husband and wife, one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever."

Both Bran and Myrcella smiled and giggled as their eyes, blue and emerald respectively, were filled with happiness. The rest of the attendants applauded to them. Some even yelled congratulations to them. Even Lyanna Mormont genuinely wished them good luck, despite the younger girl's views on marriage. Catelyn Stark stood applauding, while also trying to wipe off the tears on her face, happy for her second son. Robb and Alys did not applaud, since they were holding their two sons, but they smiled at the newlyweds. Domeric, smiling, nodded to Bran, while Sansa, showed her brother a thumbs up, just like Arya did. Tommen stood proud for her sister, while also trying not to cry for he was so touched by the sight of his sister marrying the person she loved. The two teenagers couldn't believe it. The wedding ceremony was over, they were finally married. It seemed like yesterday they received the news of their betrothal when the king was still in Winterfell. It seemed like yesterday they had no desire of marrying each other, and now they stood at the Weirwood, full of love.

Holding each other's arms, the newly wed Bran Stark and Myrcella Stark left the Weirwood and marched across the Godswood back towards the keep, ignoring the wind which was becoming stronger due to the approaching snowstorm. The wedding ceremony was now over, the time has come for the wedding feast.

Bran Stark

Of all the feasts he attended, Bran never saw such a wonderful feast such as the one celebrating his and Myrcella's wedding. There were way more attendants than it was during the king's stay in Winterfell, but at least, everyone, literally everyone, was enjoying it. There was no one giving fake smiles, like the queen did, while staring at her husband who was openly cheating on her with numerous girls at the same time. No one was dishonouring their wives with the servant girls.

Bran was still surprised that he still was not tired. Today was a long and hard day. First he had to help his father and Robb to prepare the keep for the other guests and for the approaching storm. Then get prepared for the wedding, and all of that had to be done in a quick pace, in order to get married in time before the snowstorm strikes Winterfell. At the same time, Bran was also excited, but also nervous. While working, he tried his best to learn off by heart everything he had to say at the wedding. Although Robb assured him that he was being worried to much, Bran disagreed with his brother. It was his wedding, and he could not screw it all up. Theon's jokes were not helping at all, but at least Domeric's encouragements did.

Now, he was sitting together with Myrcella within the high table at the great hall of Winterfell, which was filled with the bannermen of the Northern houses. Ned and Arya were sitting to the right of them. Both girls were clad in their white wedding dresses. They ate together, while receiving wedding gifts from the other houses from time to time. The direwolves were within the hall too, Summer was trying to push himself between the newlyweds. Nymeria tried to do the same.

Myrcella's uncle, Tyrion Lannister was drinking wine while talking to Jon. From what his half-brother told him, Bran seemed to see that both Jon and Tyrion became good friends. His father was talking with Uncle Benjen, Lords Howland Reed, Harald Karstark and Wyman Manderly. His mother, meanwhile, was conversing with the lady of Bear Island, Maege Mormont.

Domeric then stood up from the table, leaving Sansa with Alys, and sat at the harp he brought from Dreadfort once again, filling the hall with wonderful music. As Arya and Myrcella spoke, Rickon, just like the last time, placed meat onto his spoon and launched the food, but instead of Sansa, he aimed and hit Arya.

"Rickon!" Arya almost howled in rage like a true wolf. The ten-year-old, however, burst into laughter, teasing the newlyweds about their marriages like a kid would usually do.

"Don't worry, Arya." Catelyn spoke. "He won't be laughing at you and Bran for long. Your father spoke to Lady Maege Mormont and both thought of betrothing her youngest daughter Lyanna to Rickon."

Rickon's smile suddenly faded while Bran, Myrcella, Arya, Ned, Sansa, Tommen, Robb and Alys gave him a mischievous grin. Then came the time to dance. Having enough of sitting, both Bran and Myrcella joined the others. They held each other, dancing in the very centre of the hall along with Ned and Arya. Bran smiled as he saw both of his parents dancing together. When it came to change partners, Bran danced with both of his sisters, then with Beth Cassel, Lyanna Mormont, and Meera Reed, before reaching his mother.

"I'm so proud of you, Bran." she told him. "I'm so happy that you found love."

"Thank you, mother." Bran genuinely answered.

"You will be a wonderful husband, and a great father." his mother assured him. Bran blushed in response before switching partners. This time, he was with Myrcella again. He saw Jon dancing with Arya, while Tommen danced with Lyanna Mormont. The snowstorm outside already began, snow lashing onto the stone walls mercilessly, but inside the keep of Winterfell, it was warm and comfortable. Bran smiled as he could not take his eyes off his wife. They kissed softly. However, as the feast continued, so did approached the final phase of the wedding that Bran dreaded of, but forgot about it.

"The bedding!" Lord Wyman Manderly shouted across the hall, which was met with an erupted shouting, supporting the idea. Before Bran could object, the guests quickly grabbed the two newlywed couples and led them to their respective chambers. Bran was taken by female guests, while Myrcella by the male guests. Both he and Myrcella had their clothes systematically removed until they reached Bran's personal chambers. Summer followed them. Bran blushed as the daughters of Mormont, Jeyne Poole and a few other Northern ladies made comments or jokes about his body, which wasn't as muscular as compared to Robb.

However, Bran felt that what he heard was nothing compared to the comments and jokes addressed to Myrcella as the males removed her clothing. Bran was furious and wanted to lash out at the men, but thankfully, Jory Cassel, who was also present, silenced them immediately.

"Have fun you too." Jory Cassel told them as he and Beth Cassel were the last ones to leave, closing the door behind them. Silence reigned as the only ones present were Bran and Myrcella, along with Summer. A fire was made at the fire place, while the strong wind howled outside as the snowstorm intensified. Outside it was so dark, that the light from the closest window was barely seen. Thankfully, the window was close tight, so it was quite warm inside. The two teenagers were in their smallclothes only.

"Are you alright, Myrcella?" Bran asked her, though he quickly mentally lamented himself for asking such a stupid question. Of course, she wouldn't be alright after having her clothes publicly removed.

The princess' answer, however, surprised him. "Yes, Bran, I'm fine. I was just… unprepared for this."

Bran nervously smiled. "I could say the same."

Both Bran and Myrcella chuckled. He looked at her, admiring her beauty. Yes, Myrcella inherited her beauty from Queen Cersei, but right now, Bran saw her true beauty. No complex hairstyles, no expensive makeup, no jewellery, no expensive and lavish dresses that the Lannister woman always donned. Myrcella had her hair down, her dresses for the last couple of weeks were simple Nordic dresses.

"You look beautiful." Bran then said breathlessly. Myrcella genuinely thanked him before approaching him. Wasting no time, Bran wrapped his arms around his wife and pulled her into another kiss. During these weeks before the wedding, after sharing numerous kisses, both Bran and Myrcella gained some experience.

Bran then looked straight into her eyes when they stopped. "Cella, are you…?"

Myrcella smiled, nodding. "I'm more than ready, Bran… Please, I beg you…"

With that, they wasted no time removing their smallclothes. They quickly finished the job and soon they were both naked. Both Bran and Myrcella blushed, observing each other.

"S-Shall we…?" Bran stammered.

"Yes…" Myrcella answered. Nodding, Bran pulled the furs down the bed before he and the princess laid onto it. Bran then quickly had the furs covering the lower half of their bodies. He kissed his wife again in the lips, before kissing her neck and cheeks.

"Ready?" he asked her again. Myrcella nodded and in a minute, a wave of euphoria overcame them two as they began to make love, while the snowstorm raged outside.

Bran and Myrcella had no idea how many hours passed, but they knew one thing that their wedding night lasted long, both reaching their peaks and releasing it. The newlyweds cried out, with Myrcella accidentally grabbing Bran's brown hair. Then, Summer jumped onto the bed and lied around them, as like a parent direwolf having his pups protected. Holding each other, both Bran and Myrcella Stark smiled at each other, that on this day began their future together.


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