Chapter 4: Brenna Stark
Northern weddings are significant events that often carry deep cultural and political implications. These weddings are not just about the union of two individuals but also serve as a means to solidify alliances, strengthen houses, and assert power within the North.
They are steeped in symbolism and tradition, reflecting the customs and beliefs of the North. These ceremonies often incorporate rituals that have been passed down through generations, emphasizing the importance of heritage and lineage. For example, the exchange of vows before a heart tree, a sacred symbol in the religion of the Old Gods, is a common practice in Northern weddings.
Feasting plays a central role in Northern weddings, with elaborate banquets and celebrations held to honor the newlyweds. The feast is an opportunity for guests to indulge in food and drink, fostering camaraderie and merriment among allies and rivals alike. Traditional Northern dishes such as venison, hearty stews, and mead are commonly served during these festivities.
They are often arranged for strategic purposes, serving as a way to forge alliances between noble houses or consolidate power within the region. Marriages in the North are not solely based on love but are also driven by political considerations, with matches carefully chosen to benefit both parties involved. These unions can have far-reaching consequences for the political landscape of Westeros.
Given the unique position of House Stark as the Kings In the North, weddings involving members of this noble household have particular significance. These unions are closely watched by other houses in the region, as they can impact the balance of power within the North and beyond. The marriage of a Stark can have ripple effects throughout Westeros.
Winterfell, the ancestral seat of House Stark, often serves as the backdrop for Northern weddings. The ancient castle with its godswood, crypts, and towering walls provides a majestic setting for these ceremonies, adding to the sense of grandeur and history that surrounds such occasions. Not to mention they also symbolize resilience and unity within the region. Through marriage alliances and shared traditions, noble houses in the North strive to maintain their strength and solidarity in the face of external threats and internal rivalries.
The Wedding between Adrian Belmont and Brenna Stark was the biggest wedding ever known in the history of the North. Every Lord and Lady of the North, low and high, had gathered together to witness the union of the two.
The whole main hall of Winterfell was alive with laughter and singing, the air was filled with the scent of cooked meat, honeyed chicken, and baked pies both sweet and savory. The feast had been going on for nearly an hour now and it showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon. Several lords and ladies were now dancing across the great halls, the song "The Bear and The Maiden Fair" echoing throughout the hall.
Brenna Stark, who was sitting in between her Lord Husband and her brother, at the great table of the main hall, was trying to enjoy her Northern-made drink. However, several drinks were not enough to ease the unfeeling sentiment in her stomach. While exquisitely beautiful in her wedding dress and maintaining a happy smile, deep down, Brenna loathes her current position. While loathing, she recalls of the events that led her to this position.
(Beginning of Flashback)
"You want to see me, Jon?"
Brenna Stark entered the room that morning and stood before her brother, Jon. It wasn't often that Jon summoned her so early. It was obvious he wanted to rebuke her for leaving in the middle of honoring their guest. Yet Brenna was aware any minute longer, she'll scream, wearing that damn rag.
There are things Brenna loves most in the world: riding horses, wielding a sword, and drinking Northern Ale. The three things she hates the most in the world: acting like a lady, needling and sewing, and wearing a dress.
Jon insisted she wear a dress and Brenna was forced to agree. Yet the dress made her so vulnerable, exposed, and naked. Not to mention her hair. In public, Brenna wears a mantlepiece that hides her glorious long black hair as she walks. It was the only thing that did not conform to the image she liked to modify. Her father, Brandon Stark prohibited her from cutting it, so she kept it hidden. For Brenna, it was a symbol of her womanhood; the weakest of the two sexes.
Brenna defied this. When she was nine years old, she began training with a tourney sword, and slowly became good with it, every day, every month, and every year. Most fathers would have forbidden their daughters, but not Brandon Stark.
"Winter is Coming". That was the House motto of House Stark of Winterfell. It was the words that every member of House Stark had taken by heart. They always had enemies around them that would do them harm. Enemies Like the Boltons of Dreadfort, who have been ancient enemies to her family for many centuries.
Because of those words, Brenna Stark became a skilled fighter thanks to her father. Not to mention she was experienced in killing opponents that crossed swords with her.
"Have a seat, Brenna." Jon requested.
Since their father died, Jon had done his best to be a competent ruler of Winterfell and Head of House Stark. He became well known for his solid sense of honor and justice and his family finds him kind, although some consider his reserved personality a sign of coldness and disdain. This had earned respect from many vassal houses under him as well as those who feared him.
"You should be the first to know that Adrian Belmont has a plan to swear his fealty to House Stark," Jon told her. "And it's going to happen this evening. Our Vassal Lords that are guests here will spread the news across the North that House Belmont stands with House Stark."
"I'm also going to promote him to Lordship," he continued. "Restoring the title the Storm King unjustly stripped him. And grant him the Moat Cailin as his keep."
"The Old Ruins?" Brenna recalls.
"Yes," Jon said. "Moat Cailin is the gateway of the North. Someday the Andals will march their armies straight to the North and they must go through Moat Cailin. Yet House Belmont made proved to be perfect in fortified Moat Cailin to keep the Andal invasions back."
"Are you sure it's wise to trust a Southern with the keys and gates of the North?" Brenna asked her brother.
House Belmont produced the greatest fighters for the Stormlands and has been trusted as the Storm King's most elite vanguard in times of war," said Jon. "However, King Ormund made a foolish mistake of exiling a worthy martial asset. It would be foolish for me to turn away the Belmonts known for their combat skills. Do you agree?"
Brenna knew her brother had a point. Even here in the North, the legend of the Belmonts' combat skills was well known. The Belmonts rightfully earn the title of the Storm King's Dauntless Vanguard. Banishing them was a foolish mistake Ormund made, especially in a House known for its incorruptible sense of honor and loyalty. House Belmont had stood with House Durrandon in its darkest times.
"In addition," Jon added, hesitating for a moment. "You will be wed Adrain, becoming Lady of House Belmont."
"And I shall breed twenty fine sons and lovely daughters," Brenna responded with humor in her tone.
Jon did not laugh at her jest and remained serious. Brenna waited tensely for him to deny his statement.
"It's not jest Brenna!" Jon told her.
Shocked by what she heard; she could not keep the apprehension from her voice. "What have you done, Jon?"
"I did what needs to be done Brenna," Jon told her. "For the good of House Stark. For the good of the North."
"By selling me as a piece of meat?" Brenna snapped. "Your own sister?"
"Is that what you think I did?" Jon retort. "After all these years you think I would sell you for less?"
"How could you do this to me Jon?" Brenna says with a betrayed tone in her voice.
"House Belmont is worth ten Noble Houses put together," Jon explained to her. "Plus, Adrian Belmont seems to be the perfect man and husband for you."
"I don't care!" Brenna snapped. "I will not agree to the marriage!"
Jon's brow darkened threateningly. "You will! I swore with the Honor of our House."
"You didn't think to tell me this last night?" Brenna bitterly says.
"I'm telling you now," Jon counters. "What is done cannot be undone. And besides, they are a lot better than the other suitors you complained to me and Father about, remember?"
Brenna remembers. Before their father's death, Brandon Stark tries to arrange for his daughter to be betrothed to sons of Lords of great wealth, titles, some of them of handsome appearance.
But Brenna would have none of them. From her point of view, they were nothing but boorish braggarts and handsome fops. How could they expect her to choose from that minority of fools?
"Are you saying it's my fault?" Brenna snapped.
"No," Jon replied. "I know you, Brenna. You would not have chosen no matter who father or I brought before you. The very idea of marriage rankles you, though I know not why. So, I have chosen it for you. You will wed Adrian Belmont. The deed is done."
(End of Flashback)
"Are you enjoying yourself, my lady?"
Brenna's senses returned to reality and noticed that Adrian was talking to her.
"What did you just say?" she responded.
"I asked are you enjoying yourself, my lady?" Adrian repeated with a smile.
"I am, thank you…my Lord" Brenna replied.
"Adrian!"
"Huh?"
"Just call me Adrian," he requests.
"…Well…in that case…just called me Brenna."
"Very well then… Brenna," Adrian says. "Oh…I almost got."
She watches him reach within his jacket, pulling something out. It looks like a gold necklace with red ruby.
"What's that?" she asked.
"This is passed down to every Lady of House Belmont," Adrian told her. "From the Founder of House Belmont—Lady Cassandra Belmont. "She was Northern like you who moved to Stormlands. I'm sure my ancestor would very please this worn—"
"Your ancestor was a Northern?" Brenna accidentally interrupted him.
"Yes, she was," Adrina admitted. "She and her family were driven out of the North and emigrated to the Stormlands several centuries ago. After she married the youngest son of the Storm King of House Durrandon, she wears it to symbolize her House's true self."
"What does it represent?" Brenna asked her husband, curious.
"Righteousness, Loyalty, Honor, Respect, Honesty, Courage and Consistency," Adrian told her. "Seven virtues that indicate our House's moral code concerning attitudes, behavior, and lifestyle. Only women, who served a Lady of House Belmont wears it, to honor Lady Cassandra Belmont."
Brenna gazed at the necklace that Adrian gave her. Strangely, she senses some kind of strange aura from it, as it was meant for her. Looking at Adrian she was about to say something when…
Brenna gazed at the necklace that Adrian gave her. Strangely, she senses some kind of strange aura from it, as it was meant for her. Looking at Adrian she was about to say something when…
"Bedding! It's time for the Bedding! Let's us Bed them!"
No one knew how to say that, but the whole room erupted with cheers that were growing louder and louder. Brenna panics, understanding what it means. It was without warning a whole host of northern men rushed over to her, picked her up, and began to carry her out of the room. Behind her Brenna could hear ladies shriek and giggle, as they attacked her husband and began to push him out of the room.
Bedding was a custom known throughout Westeros that occurred at a wedding after the feast had taken place. The custom consists mainly of the newlyweds being carried to bed to consummate their marriage. The bride is carried by the men, who are charged with undressing her on the way and generally telling bawdy jokes referring to what awaits her between the sheets. The women do the same to their husbands. Only after being bundled naked in bed are the two newlyweds left alone; at which point the guests wait outside the bridal chamber shouting ribald suggestions through the door so they can have sex.
Brenna feared and hated this part. She was powerless as she was carried away in the hands of male strangers, tearing apart her dress. Not to mention enduring jokes that were often filthy and crude and feeling uncomfortable about them taking their liberties on her body.
Eventually, they arrived at the bedchambers, two of the men opened the door as the others gently let her down. A moment later Adrian was shoved in, and the two of them were completely alone. From each of their standpoints, their wedding outfit barely could cover their skin.
Brenna's wedding dress was in tatters, the bottom part of the gown was completely ripped away leaving nothing but her bare legs. The corset had survived better but that wasn't saying much as it was still tattered and ripped, and her breasts were on full display.
Adrian was in a better state than his wife as his breeches were intact, but his doublet and undershirt were gone leaving only his bare chest. As the door slammed shut behind him his eyes widened as he stared at the sight that was Brenna, reply "My Lady?"
Brenna stared at Adrian, thinking for a long moment. As a member of House Stark, Brenna was raised with a sense of duty, honor, and resilience. Yet she was known for her strong sense of independence and fierce protectiveness over her own choices and freedom. In a society where women were often expected to conform to certain expectations and limitations, Brenna stood out as a woman unafraid to challenge conventions and assert her agency. This rebellious streak contributed to her desire for independence and autonomy.
Also, Brenna was very hesitant about marrying. She expected that married Lords would have mistresses to satisfy their lusts. To put the risk of breeding bastards out of the wedlock. Brenna hates to suffer the life of her husband who committed adultery.
However, Adrian Belmont was different. He was the opposite of what she feared for a husband. He was proud of his House as Brenna was proud of her House. And when he speaks to her, he speaks with respect and admiration. Perhaps her brother saw something in him that she had yet to see.
(Beginning of Lemon Scene)
Brenna stepped closer, resting her hands on his bare chest. "I told you to call me Brenna, Adrian." She whispered huskily before she pressed her lips to his.
For a moment they just stood there, kissing and enjoying one another, while stripping apart their ripped wedding clothes. They did not love one another yet, but they were both married to someone they found very attractive, and that made the burden of their duty far lighter.
While kissing her passionately, Adrian slipped his hands towards her butt, caressed her bottom, and squeezed her butt cheeks. Brenna reached her hand to his crotch and felt it becoming rock hard. Examining it with her hand, she looks down and was filled with awe and fear of how large his cock is and growing concerned about how he going to fit in her. It was without warning Adrian lifted her up with his strong arms, walking straight to the bed, and laying her down gently.
He knelt and pushed her legs open, turning his full attention towards the entrance of her womanhood. In the next moment, Brenna gasped, her heart almost burst as Adrian used his mouth to gently attack her vaginal opening with his mouth and tongue.
Adrian proved to be an expert in this as he used his tongue to touch vulnerable areas of her inner womanhood that made Brenna gasp, cry, and shout in peak joys of pleasure. Brenna tries to maintain control of the growing pleasure that is building within her loins. However, the more she tries to control it the more, irresistible it becomes against it. Despite her best, Brenna screamed as the force inside of her exploded.
Adrian looks satisfied that he had rendered his wife exhausted. Moving on top of her, Adrian drew her legs apart, pressing his cock against her opening. It was when the head of his cock slipped in before she knew what was happening.
A barrier was between his invasion and her barricade. It was her virginity, the sign of her maidenhood. Yet there was no turning back. This is how the bedding must be completed. Looking at his eyes directly, Brenna nodded her head to Adrian in encouragement. Accepting her consent, Adrian thrust forward.
Brenna cried out in pain, her claws digging on Adrian's back. The main was sharp and sudden. Then it was gone. She felt Adrian standing still, letting her get to adjust his size. He whispered to his ears, telling him to continue. He did as he was told.
Brenna felt Adrian worked his organ in her vagina. While she had never seen a man's cock before, she felt Adrian's cock was too immense for a woman of her size. And the size of her cock had almost brought her to another climax as entered her.
Brenna had to draw her legs wide apart and pulls her knees up to her chest when he mounted her so he could work his engorged cock up in her womanhood. Adrian penetrated her slowly, and when he got in, they were both becoming excited and had to lie still for a few minutes to keep from climaxing too soon.
However, Brenna felt the muscles of her pussy tightening Adrian's cock with Iron grip. This causes Adrian to moan in a mixture of pain and pleasure and he moves slowly in and out of her. This causes Brenna to feel excited as she has an intense orgasm while wrapping her legs around Adrian's waist. He held her closer, with his cock stuffed in her, until she finished her climax. Then he started fucking her again slowly, gradually increasing the pace of his strokes until both were ready to climax.
It was so intense that Brenna got light-headed. All she could do was grunt as Adrian's manhood rammed into her pussy. He moaned loudly and kissed her deeply as climaxed inside of her. She felt his seed spurt in her womb as he pumped in her over and over.
The two of them calmed down once it was over. Brenna feels Adrian's weight relaxed on her, exhausted. He then kissed her as he stroked her and said, "That was beautiful."
Looking at his eyes, Brenna replied "I never imagined experience anything that wonderful."
It was when Brenna felt Adrian's cock growing inside of her. Adrian felt it too and the two of them knew that they were going to be up all night long. Pulling out of her, Adrian begins to reserve Brenna in position, her back and rear in front of him. Spreading her legs wide and his hands positioned on her hips, he invades his cock back into her cunt once more.
They fucked slowly. Adrian hunched over her, taking her breasts in hand and squeezing them gently, in rhythm with their in-and-out fucking motion. Brenna lowered her chest to the best with her rear sticking up so her husband could penetrate deeper. This went on forever until Adrian cried out and exploded once more in his wife's womb. However, it was not over.
For the whole night, they made long passionate lovemaking. Brenna was amazed by Adrian's sexual stamina and endurance. He doesn't seem tired that easily, and cock remains hard after many times he spills his seed in her womb.
He was no human. There was no lull. His focus never dimmed. His intensity never wavered. He'd throw me into position after position and would come in each one. She was in shock. While this was the first she has sex with a man, she doubts no woman has ever been fucked like this before. Not to mention how many Orgasms he gave her.
"At this rate, I will be with a child no doubt." she thought with humor.
(End of Lemon Scene)
Glossary
House Belmont of Moat Cailin: House Belmont of Moat Cailin is a Noble House of the North.
The House's banner is a black sword, with red as its background, symbolizing power, strength, and determination. The black sword represents authority, leadership, and martial prowess, while the red background signifies courage, passion, and sacrifice. Together, these elements convey a message of a formidable house that is willing to defend its honor and interests through force if necessary. This banner suggests a house that values martial skills, strategic thinking, and bold actions in pursuit of its goals. It may belong to a house known for its military might, bravery in battle, or willingness to engage in conflicts to protect its interests or assert its dominance.
Its official House words are "Vengeance is Our Song", a motto that suggests that the members of this house are driven by a desire to right wrongs, seek revenge for past grievances, and ensure that those who have wronged them face consequences for their actions. It implies a strong sense of determination and persistence in pursuing justice, even if it means resorting to drastic measures to achieve it.
Their common words "Today is a Good Day To Die", would likely convey valor, courage, and readiness for battle. These words suggest a mindset of embracing one's fate with bravery and determination, facing challenges head-on without fear or hesitation. It reflects members of House Belmont's habit of laughing and smiling in battle, especially when face to face with death.
Traits: The members of House Belmont are known for having red eyes which resemble the eyes. To Northmen, Red eyes were considered a good omen, according to their faith.
Belmont boasts of breeding successful soldiers and military leaders every generation. Unlike most House, Belmont favor women picking arms, and training in combat in defense of home. The women in House Belmont are known as Shieldmaidens, who are as skilled and fierce as their male counterparts. Belmont also is known to have Wargs in their family every generation.
Belmonts are fiercely proud of carrying the blood of the First Men in their veins and continued practicing the Old Tongue until today. Belmont rightfully claims to have many ancient bloodlines within their House, such as Gardner, Greyiron, Durrandon, Stark, and Targaryen. They are renowned for having ancient bloodlines of Gardner, Greyiron, Durrandon, Stark, and Targaryen in their veins. They are known to be well-endowed and have a reputation for being sexual cravings.
Culture: House Belmont traditionally follows the old gods. They are fierce believers in the ways of the First Men and are loyal friends of the Night's Watch.
A combat-dedicated House, it was said that before a child in House Belmont learns how to walk, he must learn how to use a sword. Since the day they were born, members of House Belmont have learned how to fight and keep fighting until the day he or she die.
Belmont has a deep hatred for the Andal culture and the Faith of Seven. In turn, the Faith of Seven detested anyone of House Belmont, and loathed them as Devils or Demons.
