Wife of the Wolf, Husband of the Sun

Chapter Seven

Fair warning guys, there is a quite a bit of smut in this chapter.

The 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 savoury. 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 through out the hall.

Elia gently took a sip of the dark ale in her mug and had to try and hide a grimace at the bitter taste, there had been some wine at the feast but all of it had been very bitter so she decided to try the ale and found that it was even worse but she didn't want to send the ale away like she had done with the wine. Dornish wine was different, sweet but with a fire that burned but was somehow not unpleasant, perhaps when she visited Dorne she would bring a few bottles back with her.

She was sitting in between her Lord Husband and Ashara, who was drinking the same ale as her in a show of solidarity and she was handling it far better than Elia was managing to.

Eddard was on his second mug of the foul stuff and he was drinking it as easily as water, he turned his head and having felt his lady wife's eyes on him and put down the mug. "Are you enjoying yourself my lady?" He asked with a smile.

"Yes my lord, but I would if I could trouble you for a dance? I am fairly certain it is common for the bride and the groom to dance at their own wedding." Elia said lightly and with a teasing grin, Eddard blushed slightly and looked down at his feet for a moment.

"I am afraid I am not very good at dancing my lady." He admitted and further down the table Brandon, who was sitting in between his father and his betrothed laughed.

"Oh, go on Ned. It isn't very kind to deny your wife a dance and the rest of us could do with a laugh." Ned frowned at his brother's teasing before he gently took Elia's hand and lead her out to the dance floor.

"I apologise in advance if I happen to stand on your toes my lady." He whispered in her ear as he warped his arms around her and he began to gently lead her.

The musicians noticed that one of their lords and his wife had taken to the floor and changed the song, it was a slow one that spoke of a long and healthy life filled with as many children as they could ever want and love to last them for the rest of their days, Elia did not recognise it but she found that she liked it a great deal.

The new couple danced around and through other couples on the dance floor, despite his warning Ned did not once step on Elia's toes. She wondered if he realised how truly graceful he was on his feet. It did surprise her that such a man could be so graceful, Oberyn was graceful as were most other Dornish men but they were leanly muscled while her husband was muscled firmly.

As they danced she could not help but rest her hands on his chest and feel said muscle that rested underneath, her husband looked down at her and something dark flashed in his eyes. Elia shivered, but not from fear or cold. "I do hope that you do not think I am being too forward Eddard."

"Please my lady, call me Ned." Ned whispered gruffly and Elia couldn't help but shiver again, who knew that a cold barbarian from a frozen waste could make her feel so...warm.

"Only if you call me Elia, Ned." Elia whispered as she tilted her head to look up at him. "You are my husband, you have more than the right to call me by my first name."

Ned hummed and carried on leading her through the dance, Robert lead an annoyed looking Lyanna on to the floor but as usual he did not seem to notice, or if he did then he didn't care, that his future betrothed barely looked like she could stand him. Brandon was also leading Catelyn Stark on to the floor as well and he at least did not look like he was being marched to the head man's block unlike his sister.

Ashara it seemed had not wanted to be left out so she had taken Benjen's hand and lead him out as well, the two of them laughing at something that Elia wasn't sure about. Lauryn was sitting in the lap of Lord Rickard, that surprised Elia as Ashara wasn't normally comfortable leaving her daughter alone with strangers but Lord Rickard gave off a sense of trustworthiness that made it clear that the child was in no danger from him.

Plus, the old lord's face had a small smile on his face as he looked down at the small girl who was sitting on his lap and babbling happily and Elia wondered how long it had been since he had a small child to adore without having to worry about making matches and forging alliances with other houses by using them as bargaining chips. All too soon Elia felt a rush of pity for the man, Brandon and Lyanna, while she had no right to judge, were clearly not the easiest children to raise and she realised that he was probably thinking of better times.

Elia quickly took in a deep breath, it wouldn't do to appear sad at her own wedding so she turned her attention back to her husband and all the people around them.

"I am afraid that I know very little about northern houses Ned, I may need you to help educate me in this regard." Elia said as they spun around, her dark eyes scanning the other thirty or so people who were also on their feet.

"Of course Elia, but not tonight if you do not mind. I have other things on mind than reciting off names and histories." He said with a smirk and Elia could not help but chuckle softly.

"Of course, and you are lucky my lord that you are not alone in that." Elia said as they stepped away from one another and then brought themselves back togother. She could feel other lords and ladies eyes on them, most of them noticing that their Lord's son seemed to be quite taken with his new wife and that his new wife seemed to feel the same.

She noticed out of the corner of her eye that a tall slim man with a grim face was watching her intensely and he was speaking softly to the man sitting next to him, a very fat young man with curly blond hair and cold blue eyes who was staring at Elia with a look that could only be described as utter contempt. "Those two are watching us, more specifically me and not in the way most men watch me." Elia whispered to Ned.

"Who is?" He asked with a concerned look on his face.

"The two men to the left of us, do not look up as they will notice simply glance and look back." Ned did as he was instructed, glancing over before looking back at his wife with a dark expression on his face.

"Roose Bolton, the Lord of House Bolton and the Dreadfort and his bannermen Ludd Whitehill, the recent new Lord of House Whitehill." Ned sighed and shook his head. "I would not have them here, they are not the most pleasant of company at the best of times but it would do no good to exclude them, considering they are both fairly angry with my father as it is."

"And why is that?" Elia asked even through she was fairly certain that she already knew the answer, given how they were glaring at her.

"They were not happy with him for having his children marry outside of the north, Brandon is marry Cataltyn and Lyanna to marry Brandon and I am married to you, a princess of Dorne, that is as far south as you can get." Ned said with a shake of his head. "They are both unhappy with that, Lord Whitehill especially as he has two younger sisters that he would've liked to see me and Brandon married two."

Elia bit her lip, she had only been in the north for less than a day and she had already made two powerful enemies by simply arriving and saying her vows.

Suddenly all the music stopped, Brandon had made his way back to the Dais with Catelyn hanging off his arms, a red flush painting her face making her look even more lovely, and he was holding his goblet. "I think it's time for the bedding!" He shouted and soon the hall was filled with shouting and cheering.

"Bedding! Bedding! Bedding!" The cheers grew louder and louder and Ned looked as if he was about to say something, perhaps to indicate that he didn't want there to be a wedding but he stopped when he felt Elia's hand on his arm and he looked back to see her shake her head. This was something that every bride and groom had to go through, from Dorne to the North and she would be no different.

Lord Rickard looked a tad upset that his son and heir had stopped the feast instead of him but he simply sighed and nodded. "Let us bed them!"

Suddenly a whole host of northern men, and Robert Baratheon and men from the Dornish host rushed over to her, picked her up and began to carry her out of the room. Behind her she could hear ladies shriek and giggle, she identifiyed at least two of the voices belonging to Ashara and Lady Lysa, as they attacked her husband and began to push him out of the room.

While it was certainly not something she would choose as a first choice she had to admit that it wasn't quite as bad as she thought it was going to be, the men may had ripped her dress but with her they were gentle. The jokes were often filthy and crude but it was clear by there tones that they were simply jokes and when one of the men perhaps got a bit comfortable or began to take liberties her countrymen, and to her surprise Robert Baratheon, stopped it from going further.

Eventually they arrived at her husband's bedchambers, two of the men opened the door as the others gently let her down and Robert gently pushed her through the door before closing it behind her.

If there was one thing that she was upset about it was that her 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.

The chamber door opened and Ned was shoved in, he was in a better state than his wife as his breeches were in tact but his doublet and his undershirt were gone leaving only his bare chest. As the door slammed shut behind him his eyes widen as he stared at the sight that was Elia. "My lady." He breathed.

Elia shushed him and stepped closer, resting her hands on his bare chest. "I told you to call me Elia, Ned." She whispered huskily before she pressed her lips to his.

For a moment they just stood there, kissing and enjoying one another. 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.

"Are you two going to get on with it!?" Brandon shouted from outside of the door. "You can't make me an uncle or father a grandfather by just talking!"

"If you want Ned I can come in and take over! I'm sure none would be able tell the difference!" Robert shouted with a laugh.

Ned growled and gently lead Elia over to the bed, he pushed her down on to it gently and climbed on top of her. He pressed their lips together for a moment before he began to kiss down her neck, her chest and her stomach before finally arriving in between his lady wife's thighs. He pressed a gentle kiss to one of them before he turned his attention to her wet entrance, he wasn't sure why but somehow the way her pink cunt looked against her brown skin seemed to him one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. He leaned in and began to gently lap at the outside of it.

Elia whined and clutched the feather pillow beneath her tightly, she was from Dorne and this was not the first time that someone had granted her a lord's kiss but the sensation was always so intense that she had never really gotten used to it. "Ned." She whined.

Ned did not let up, continuing to lap on the outside of her lips for a while before he began to push his tongue into her, looking into her eyes and enjoying ever moan and gasp and half prayer and whimper that he brought out of her.

Ned licked and sucked and nipped and soon Elia shook and screamed and Ned's face was drenched. As Elia panted to try and get her breath back Ned pulled away and undid his breaches before pulling them down. He then sat down on the bed and waited for Elia to calm down.

Elia breathed in deep before sitting up and reaching for Ned's cock which she began to stroke, Ned closed his eyes and swallowed. "My lady, you do not have to-"

"But I wish too." Was all Elia said before she took him into her mouth, this was something she had experience with and many a man, and woman, had been driven out of their minds for a time after she was done with them.

But be that as it may she didn't want to ruin her husband all at once, so she would need to hold back a little bit. She licked and sucked all around his shaft and head, humming to cause pleasant vibrations and she wasn't surprised to feel him spilling down her throat soon after. She pulled away and smiled up at him and the smile was returned, through it was tired and broken by panting every second.

It was time.

Ned placed himself in between Elia's thighs and slowly slid into her, he waited for her to tell him that she was ready before he began to thrust back and forth. The tight, wet heat that surrounded him was quite possibly the finest thing that the gods had ever created.

Elia whimpered and tightened around Ned, he was far bigger than any man she had taken before and while there was pain a part of her loved it.

They were both still sensitive and it only took a few thrusts before they reached completion, they both laid on the bed and panted. Both exhausted, an exhaustion they could feel in there bones but was in an odd way satisfying. Outside they could here men cheering.

And as Elia laid there with her arms around her new husband and they slowly began to drift off to sleep, she thought that perhaps she would grow to like it here indeed.

End of Chapter Seven

I wasn't sure wither to go with a bedding (Like in the books) or having Ned object to it and there not being one (Like in the show) I choose a middle ground I think.

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