Winds of Change

Chapter 07: Wedding Day

AN: Hello all, it's been a while. Firstly as always I want to thank everyone who reviewed and sent messages asking for the story status, engagement is how I know people care about these things. Anyway the prologue is nearly finished as there are only one or two more chapters that I initially planned writing for it as I didn't want more than ten. The problem is I don't want to really write the rebellion as to do it justice would take far too long for my taste but I'll figure something out.

Next pairings I haven't fully decided. Naruto and Jon will both have harems but I'm unsure who all will be in Naruto's, though right now I'm leaning towards Rhaella, Arya, Margery Tyrell, Missandei and maybe Arianne Martell. Jon's is pretty much finalized as Daenerys, Rhaenys, Ygritte and/or Val. Robb is already planned out and it will be someone new. For Jon I really looked into the Valyrian lore to make the relationships make since for why those people had the relationships that they did and I also took into account that Andals don't have magic. Anyway enough rambling here is the new chapter.

Year 282

Of all the regions of the continent known as Westeros, The North was by far the largest ranging from the Wall to the edge of the Neck in the south. Though large the region is sparsely populated, with a vast wilderness featuring forests, pine-covered hills and snow-capped mountains, speckled with tiny villages and holdfasts. Its climate is cold and harsh especially in winter and would not be out of place to see snow in summer. Its people were as such hard and proud as nearly all of them descended from the First Men who had first settled upon the land 12,000 years prior to the current times.

Not all of them could boast this ancestry especially over the last handful of years as with their push outwards for exploration many of the Wolves now had wives and kids from other lands. That was not to mention those who had come from the southern lands looking to help aid their families. Still this was the land of the Old Gods and all who lived there worshiped the Old Gods including those of House Manderly and those from distant lands though they also worshiped their own ancestral gods as well.

Located in the center of the region was Winterfell the ancestral castle of House Stark. Built in the aftermath of the Long Night the castle was eight thousand years old and had been home to the ancient Kings of the North and over the last 300 years numerous Wardens of the North. In that time the castle had played host to events to numerous to count however this current point in time would be special as for the first time since the Conquest the castle was playing host to representatives including Lords and Ladies from all of the Seven Kingdoms as they prepared for the wedding of Princess Lyanna Stark of Winterfell to Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, a union that was nearly two centuries in the making.

Within her room in the Great Keep the figure of Lyanna Stark could be seen. She stood naked looking herself over in the mirror, the person she saw was taller than she had been last time now standing at 5'6" with most of this attributed to her long legs. Though her breasts weren't big, especially compared to Elia's they fit her frame well enough, and she was hopeful that they would grow further. Her legs had been shaved as had the hair above her cunt, which had been another improvement for hygiene that Jiraiya and Tsunade had brought to them, though only women shaved their legs. Her hair had been braided into several small braids that connected to three big ones on each part of her head, though they would need to be taken down soon as it had gotten looser and a bit fuzzy.

Moving away from the mirror she dressed quickly forgoing a dress in favor of an outfit more befitting a warrior, brown trousers and a green tunic cut so that it only went to her waist alongside a pair of knee length black leather boots. A belt around her waist allowed her to secure her axes in their places and finally she placed on her jacket which was brown leather though the inside was lined with fur allowing her to keep warm.

Leaving her room she made her way down the halls at a decent pace returning greetings from those she passed along the way. When she finally arrived in the Great Hall she found she was not among the first to arrive as several people were already seated and eating. Amongst those already inside were her brother Brandon and his new bride Ashara, though they'd only been married for about 6 moons Lyanna didn't think anyone could have fit with Brandon better. Approaching the table she exchanged greetings with both before taking her seat and beginning to build herself a plate.

"So Lyanna, nervous yet?" questioned Ashara.

"No, honestly I wish the thing was over already the preparation alone has been annoying." Said Lyanna

"It couldn't have been that bad." Said Brandon shaking his head.

"Mother is making me go over everything. The styling and fitting of the dress was one thing, then there was the invitations, seating arrangements for the reception, flower arrangements for the godswood, arranging rooms for guests on the grounds, in Winter Town and White Harbor. I had to pick out the meals, arrange transportation to and from here, hire musicians and come up with gifts for the guests and I swear if one more person asks me if there will be a bedding ceremony I'll fucking gut them and hang their body from the fucking ramparts at the North Gate." Said Lyanna

"Somebody actually asked you that?" questioned Ashara stunned.

"Yeah and I had to sit there and smile while they stared at my tits the whole meeting." Said Lyanna

"Who is he, I'll kill him." Said Brandon

"Don't bother, mother already handled her." Said Lyanna.

"How about we go for a ride today, spend some time out of the castle." Said Brandon.

"Please." Said Lyanna her tone almost begging.

Rhaella Targaryen was not afraid to admit that she was pleased to be away from Kings Landing. In the time since the Tourney of Harrenhal her husband had clearly lost the last hold he'd had on sanity. Tywin had resigned his position as Hand and left Kings Landing not long after their return from the Tourney after learning that his son and heir Jaime had been appointed to the Kingsguard. Even with his departure there was still tension within the capital especially in the castle. The Royal Twins Daeron and Shaena after being married and their return from the tourney had been shipped off to Volantis not even a moon after their return. Aerys had also wasted no time in announcing that after his second marriage Rhaegar and his wives would immediately be leaving Westeros on a task known only to Rhaegar and Aerys himself.

With these moves the Kingsguard had been divided as Ser Arthur had been sent with the Twins while Prince Lewyn and Ser Oswell would be sent with Rhaegar and his brides. That would leave them with Ser Gerold, Ser Barristan, Ser Jonothor and Ser Jaime remaining in Kings Landing after the wedding. Since then there had been whispers that Aerys had pushed away anyone with any hope of taking power from him. No one saw Rhaella as a threat as she was a woman and as such would immediately be removed from the position of Queen in favor of Viserys if something happened to Aerys at which point she'd become little more than a regent.

There had been more than a few who had thought they could use the newfound distance between the royal family to their own gain, all of whom had soon met Aerys's favorite champion, fire. While this wasn't an entirely new experience from them as it had happened several times since Duskendale it was now happening with much more frequency. Of course after the burnings just like last time she would be pulled aside and be fucked in some random room as the burnings aroused the monster her husband had become.

The only difference was this time he wasn't hurting and raping her as she wasn't fighting him, instead she just let him take her and grit her teeth through it. Unlike last time through had no intention of the castle hearing her cries and pleas for help that would never come, though it also helped that he wasn't as rough with her as her first life when he'd thought of her as a cheating whore and as such didn't seem to delight in her pain or misery.

With all this in mind it would surprise no one that she was pleased being away from Kings Landing. At the moment she was on a ship bound for White Harbor in the North which could already be seen in the distance. Aside from the crew she shared the ship with Rhaegar, Elia, Rhaenys and their Kingsguard escort. On their left was another ship which carried Elia's brothers Doran and Oberyn while to their right was the ship carrying Daeron and Shaena. The two ships had both come to Dragonstone, though the twins had been there for 3 days by the time the Dornish had arrived. Still from Dragonstone the three ships had sailed together alongside of an escort of Wolf ships that had worked to ward away any Ironborn ships that may have thought to intercept them. Those ships had however split away at Oldcastle which made since as past The Sisters the path to White Harbor began to narrow.

A knock on the door of her chambers soon broke her from her thoughts and Rhaegar was informing her they would be docking soon within the next twenty minutes. He had actually stopped to ask her if she preferred to ride a horse or is she'd prefer the wheelhouse to ride with Elia, Rhaenys and Viserys. The horse actually called to her, but she chose the wheelhouse so that she could spend more time with her granddaughter. Viserys at only 6 was still too young to ride a horse as but she figured he'd spend the trip sleeping and playing with Rhaenys so he wouldn't actually mind. Soon enough they were docking, and a small team of men were offloading her and Viserys's things.

Once on land they were greeted by Lord Jiraiya as well as Lord Manderly and his family. They would stay the night in New Castle as the guests of Lord Manderly which would allow them a chance to bathe, something Rhaella was definitely looking forward to. Due to the early hour they were given the opportunity to tour the city and they would do so but only after they had a chance to bathe. As they headed to New Castle Lord Jiraiya informed them their rooms had already been prepared in Winterfell and due to how small their party is and how many were taking horses it wouldn't be as long of a trip as they feared though it would still take them several days journey. This was fine with her as they'd still cut the travel time down massively by taking the ships instead of travelling the entire way by horse. That however was for later, for now all she wanted was some time to relax in a nice bath.

A couple hours spent out in the wilds with her brothers had been more than enough for Lyanna to relax. In truth they had spent maybe half of the day out during most of that time they'd just sat around and talked. For a while she didn't have to be a princess or a warrior or anything but a little sister which was time she relished. She had finally given voice to her fears comfortable in the fact that none of her brothers would use them against her. She was terrified of getting married again, not so much the action or the wedding night but what would come after. Being with child again scared her which was understandable, she had died the last time she gave birth and the time leading up to it hadn't helped with her mind state.

What it boiled down to was that she just didn't want to die again, not so soon. She wanted time to hold her son and see him and his cousins grow up, she also didn't want to be the one the entire rebellion was blamed on again. Thankfully her brothers were there to reassure her that she would be alright, after all their mother had survived this time and they had Tsunade who would be on hand to ensure she didn't die in the childbed. Then there was Benjen who admitted that marriage actually worried him as well, he'd taken the black last time and as such had no clue what married life would be like, though Brandon had likened it to a new adventure for him.

Even Ned finally gave voice to the fact that he had never wanted to be Lord of Winterfell or Prince of the North and only duty was making him do so now since Brandon truly didn't want it. Brandon however reminded him that he would still have time before he had to as their father was still young enough to handle those duties and he would be much more prepared when the time came. As for Brandon he admitted that he felt a bit selfish by dropping the position on Ned but he also knew that their brother was a better Lord last time around than he would ever be and he'd be even better this time especially with father around to guide him.

They did more than sit around and talk about their feelings however as they'd done a bit of hunting as well. Between the four of them and their direwolves they'd managed to get 5 hares, 3 boars and a pair of elk, thankfully all of them carried sealing scrolls on their person and as such they were able to seal away their spoils and carry on without being weighed down. On the way back to Winterfell they joined up with a caravan that was delivering a shipment of metal ores to Winterfell. It took nearly three hours of travelling at the caravans pace before they made it to the gates of their home and they'd only barely settled on the ground before they were all snatched up to their separate duties which only got laughter from them as Benjen had said this would happen.

Before anyone knew it a little over a week had passed and the day of the wedding had arrived. The Targaryens and Martells had all arrived with a few days to spare and following them lords and ladies from houses all over the Seven Kingdoms had arrived. So many of them had arrived in fact it was easier to say who didn't show up the most major among them being House Lannister and Robert Baratheon, though his younger brother Stannis had come in his place. Even the lords of the Northern Mountain Clans, Free Folk leaders and Skagos had arrived for the wedding and as such for the first time southerners were able to see the full strength of the North. The visiting lords and ladies all could only look on in surprise as even on the day of his daughter's wedding Rickard Stark was at work holding court and seeing petitioners.

Visually the difference between Winterfell and King's Landing was stunning as the Iron Throne sat on a raised platform that allowed its occupant to look down on all others. In Winterfell however while a stone throne on a raised platform sat behind him Rickard Stark sat in a wooden throne with grey cushions on level ground with everyone else. Furthermore a table sat in front of him with parchment, a quill and an inkwell all upon it. There were many others in the hall with him and all of them were also sitting throughout until it was their turn to speak with the man at which point they would take the unoccupied chair across from him. From what the visitors had learned his wife and heir usually joined him for this but considering today was his daughter's wedding he worked alone as was tradition.

They were further stunned when they learned that many of these people were wolves and set to begin new tours of duty even several of the women amongst them and were simply requesting aid for their families and homes while they were gone. Many of them had come baring gifts though nothing truly lavish. However the energy in the room changed as a new figure entered the room, his clothing disheveled, one of his eyes swollen, blood leaked from his nose and as he walked he grimaced before he spat out a mouth full of blood and a tooth. At the sight of him Rickard stood from his seat shock evident in his features while someone else quickly stood to help him when he stumbled and sat him down in the now empty chair across from Rickard.

"Tom, what happened." Spoke the man his voice short and it was clear he was struggling to hold in his anger.

"Cowards." Spat the man his voice strong and full of anger despite his appearance.

"They accosted Miya outside of the Hog and when she turned down their advances followed her to the bakery. She had just finished telling me when they came in and I confronted them. Instead of facing me like warriors three jumped me and were still getting their asses handed to them when another distracted me by charging at Miya. When I came to…" said the man only to break off and shake his head.

"They raped my girl Rick. I've known you since we were boys and I've never asked for anything, but this is too much. I want them dead." Finished the man

Rickard slumped back into his throne and it was clear he was trying to contain himself until finally his face turned to granite and his eyes to steel.

"Tom you are my oldest and dearest friend, Miya is my goddaughter. I promise you I don't care what house or kingdom they hail from we will find them and Aerys himself will not stop me from vengeance." Said Rickard looking eyes with a man who was all but his brother who nodded before he slumped over.

"Marak, take Tom to the healers. Heyley find Tsunade, I want her looking after Miya." Said Rickard with the two named rushing to do as told.

Marak had trouble with Tom who while not taller was clearly stocky and heavy, at least until someone came to help him.

"Court is over for today." Said Rickard once Tom was away from the hall.

"Bryen find Brandon and Jiraiya tell them to meet me at the bakery. Tell him to bring Beowulf as well, we're going hunting."

News of the attack on Miya spread through the castle quickly, to the point where Lyanna herself lost all thoughts of a wedding and had just left her room in full gear only for her mother to stop her. Instead of going out and looking for the cowards with her father and brother she instead quickly found herself in the castles infirmary where Tsunade and her assistants were already looking after Miya. She had also look in on Tom who was still unconscious in the next room. Benjen arrived not long after she did with the news that Ned had been with Brandon when they found out and as such had left with him. Benjen however had chosen to come look after Miya knowing that she would be there. They had been there for over an hour sitting quietly supporting each other when Rhaella and Elia had arrived.

"We just got word on what happened. How is she?" questioned Rhaella.

"Alive thankfully. Tsunade is still working though." Said Lyarra

"And how is her father?" questioned Elia.

"Tom's a fighter. Physically he'll be fine, but mentally only time will tell." Said Lyarra

"They've picked up a trail." Said Benjen suddenly taking the room by surprise

"You warged Onyx." Said Lyanna.

"Yeah, he was suddenly really angry, so I needed to reign him in." said Benjen.

Before more could be said Tsunade emerged from the room with her assistants trudging out behind her clearly tired and while Tsunade stopped they continued on almost in a daze.

"She'll be fine. I was able to heal most of the damage. I've put her in an induced coma, and I've taken the memory from her mind. I'll wake her in a few days and see how she feels." Said Tsunade.

"What do you mean you took her memory?" questioned Rhaella for which Tsunade held up a vial full of a wispy white substance.

"She'll remember the attack but as far as she'll remember she fell and hit her head." Said Tsunade.

"I can't leave until she's awake. After this I might even ask her to come with me." Said Lyanna.

"If she goes you should ask Bradyn as well. He's her best friend if she'll trust anyone it would be him." Said Benjen

"I'll talk to Branda. I know she was joking about the two of them getting married, but this might just solidify that." Said Lyarra.

"Benjen can you get Ayara to come watch over them. Also get a couple of wolves to guard their rooms." Said Tsunade getting a nod from the boy who rose to do as told

"Lyanna I know you don't want to leave but you need to go get ready. Put this out of your mind until tomorrow okay." Said Tsunade before pulling her in for a hug before Lyanna reluctantly began to leave with Elia following after her.

"You okay?" questioned Lyarra.

"I'm fine, just expended more energy than I'd have liked. I'll get some coffee and be fine." Said Tsunade.

Lyarra nodded at that in understanding, coffee was one of the non-alcoholic beverages they now offered and was a favorite among adults at the start of the day. It had gotten to the point where even she had Rickard had some to start the day.

"Anyway before all of the excitement I received a message from Sakura. Both the maester and Varys have been whispering in the kings ear. Varys is trying to sow seeds of distrust with Rhaegar while the maester is moving against the North and Dorne. She's been able to counter them both but it's only a matter of time before they move against her. Sasuke however has infiltrated the Citadel to find out what they are up to.

"What about the person you had in Dorne?" questioned Rhaella.

"Temari also in the Reach, she's infiltrated the Starry Sept as we know the Seven Faith and the Maesters generally work in step with each other." Said Tsunade

"Does this change anything?" questioned Rhaella.

"No, the only move they can make that affects us is having him order Rhaegar to leave without his wives for which we already have a plan in place." Said Tsunade.

"Let's worry about that later. I'd like to get through the wedding before another problem rises." Said Lyarra.

Hours later found Winterfell's godswood full to bursting as the guests gathered in the space. For many of the southerners this would be the first time they'd ever entered a true godswood, one that was complete with a weirwood tree. The place was three acres of forest with a multitude of trees that create a dense canopy over old, packed earth, humus and moss. Due to the late hour there was a path laid out with candles with holders that were nearly five feet high. For those interested they noticed many different types of trees including ash, chestnut, elm, hawthorn, ironwood, oak, sentinel, and soldier pine. In the center of the place was a massive, ancient weirwood that had bone white wood with a wide trunk and smooth bark along with blood-red five-pointed leaves with a face carved into the trunk. Sap could be seen running through crevasses in the tree and had even gathered in the eyes giving it the appearance of blood red eyes.

Beneath the tree was a pool of dark water though none could tell if that was due to the lack of light in the place or if it was truly dark. There was only a single path leading to the isle the face sat on which was also illuminated only this path was lit by standing braziers seven on each side which led up to a flower arch decorated with winter roses. Already present and standing before the weirwood was Jiraiya which raised many an eyebrow as it was a silent statement that he would be officiating the wedding. Joining him beneath the arch and before the weirwood were both Rhaegar and Elia which got narrowed eyes from some, but many remembered Lyanna had stood with them during Elia's wedding.

Lyanna's mother, brothers, cousins, aunt and uncle all stood at the very front of the crowd as did Tsunade, Nan and Maester Aemon. Also in the front of the crowd were the Targaryens and Martells while everyone else had filed in behind them in a seemingly random order. Finally a hush came over the crowd as Lyanna Stark made her appearance accompanied by her father walking a path laid by the petals of white roses. She wore a beautiful dress that left many people in awe at her appearance in a white dress with a capped lace veil.

"Who comes before the gods this night?" Questioned Jiraiya as soon as they stopped before him.

As he asked the question a strange soft wind came through the place ruffling hair, clothes and leaves alike.

"Princess Lyanna of House Stark a woman trueborn and noble." Said Rickard his voice proud causing more ruffling from the wind

"Who gives her?" questioned Jiraiya

"Rickard Stark, Prince of the North, her father." Said Rickard causing the wind to ruffle yet again.

"Who claims her?" questioned Jiraiya.

"Rhaegar of House Targaryen, Prince of the Seven Kingdoms." Said Rhaegar.

"Elia of Houses Martel and Targaryen, Princess of the Seven Kingdoms." Said Elia.

As they spoke many were surprised when the flames of the torches and candles flared momentarily followed by the ground shaking beneath them for several moments before quickly dying away. It was only at this point that many had the idea that there was some sort of power at work in these proceedings.

"Princess Lyanna do you accept this man as your husband, this woman as your wife?" questioned Jiraiya.

"I take this man and this woman." Said Lyanna.

"Join hands and kneel." Said Jiraiya before stepping back.

The guests could only look on as Lyanna and Elia moved so that they were standing and facing each other while Rhaegar stood outside yet between them. They each extended only a single hand and held the wrist of the other with Lyanna holding Rhaegar's who held Elia's who in turn held Lyanna's and as one they kneeled before the heart tree with bowed heads.

"I call upon the Freya, Queen of the Gods and Goddess of marriage. Look upon this union as we ask for your blessing."

Those watching could only look on in disbelief as the eyes of the heart tree began to glow with golden light which soon shot forth from the tree and bound itself around the joined hands like a ribbon before it sunk into them causing them all to seize up before they slumped down and released a single breath as one. The rest of the ceremony went smoothly and like normal as Rhaegar placed a brides cloak around Lyanna's shoulders and they moved off to the reception all three of them with joined hands.

The reception had been an event and much like Brandon's wedding the Northmen were showed their flare for celebration. Drinks were flowed and cheer was seen all around. For many of the southerners their minds had still lingered on the ceremony itself, specifically the subtle magic that had been on display and the invocation and the blessing of an actual goddess. Many who had thought that magic died out with the dragons had suddenly come to realize that it truly had not. For some this had been enough to drive them to drink as their world views were shattered, others such as Olenna Tyrell had taken the opportunity to learn as much as they could.

The meal however was something else as the cooks brought out a huge cake which was cut by Rhaegar before slices were presented to each member of the now unified Stark, Targaryen, and Martel families. From there each high lord or lady was presented a piece before being passed along to others. As for the actual food itself there was cod, crab, and lobster as well as chicken, beef, ham, lamb and pork ribs while there was also an assortment of fruits and vegetables available, a true feast in every meaning of the word.

Then there had come the giving of gifts of which there were plenty and far too many to name. Of note a new ship had been given over, the specifications of which had been incredibly impressive. All three were presented with swords made of Ethium. Lyanna was gifted with the sword Glamdring which was 47 inches, 36 inches of which was for the blade, the guard curved downward slightly and was engraved in runes and the hilt was wrapped in leather. Rhaegar was gifted with the sword called Anduril that was 48 inches with a 36-inch blade, a straight guard and a leather wrapped hilt, though the runes on his sword were down the center of the blade. Finally there was Elia's Zenith blade which had the same measurements only the guard was round with four spikes protruding from it in an image of the sun.

The last of the of the most notable gifts had been given by the Skagosi who had approached carrying a chest which was given to Lyanna. Upon opening the chest Lyanna had been stunned to find a trio of dragon eggs, that they had been holding on to ever since the long night. Apparently there had been a prophecy made back then and they had been protecting them ever since until they received a sign that now would be the time to present them. The eggs themselves were blue and gold, purple and gold and one that was orange.

Once all the gifts had been exchanged and their guests had enough time to get sufficiently drunk the newlywed's had taken the moment to take their leave. They didn't have to walk long as rooms had been made available in the Great Keep for both House Targaryen and House Martell. As House Stark had once been much larger than it was in recent times there were plenty of rooms that were unoccupied. Even some of the more important vassals were housed in the Great Keep such as the Pooles and Cassels.

Lyanna and Elia entered the room first both of them a bit tipsy as could be seen with their constant giggling which had left Rhaegar to bring up the rear and secure the door behind them. Turning to enter the room proper from the door he was greeted to the sight of his wives engaged in a deep kiss at least before they broke it. As Rhaegar approached Elia stopped him and instead guided him to sit at the edge of one side of the bed before turning her attention back to Lyanna. The way the two kissed spoke of familiarity which only served to ignite a fire in his core before it was again broken, and Elia moved to stand behind Lyanna pulling the veil-cap from her head almost as soon as she stood behind her allowing shoulder length brown hair to fall.

"Rhaegar you should know Lyanna is a bit different than you remember. Northerners these days are much more open about their sexuality, much like the Dornish in fact. There are some differences though and a major one is that sex is important in their culture. In fact a marriage with a partner who can't fuck is generally seen as grounds for separation, as such northern youth are trained on how to pleasure their partners and then allowed to experiment as much as they like provided no children are sired." Said Elia before removing the off-white overdress, revealing the pure white inner dress.

The exception is Lyanna, they knew she would marry you, so she is the only girl in her age group who still has her maidenhead. The result of this is that she's almost always horny and it's rather easy to get her going when she's not. Of course she's found a workaround as she's been slating her lusts on several of the girls around here. Of course there are some itches they just can't scratch for her." Continued the Dornish princess as she removed the inner dress revealing Lyanna wearing a sheer lacy white one piece with a v-cut that exposed enough skin to make his mouth water.

"Go get him." Whispered Elia into the girls ear before popping her lightly on her rear.

Lyanna eyes shining with lust pounced and Rhaegar found himself on the receiving end of that lust. Having already removed his own tunic and undershirt while he'd been watching them when Lyanna made contact he was already bare chested something she was more than happy with as she initiated their first lustful kiss. Rhaegar despite Elia's rather late warning was caught off guard by Lyanna's aggressiveness though he recovered quickly and was soon kissing her back with equal passion as the dragon within him woke to engage the wolf. As their kiss deepened he felt a pair of hands on his thighs that reminded him of Elia's presence and soon his trousers were opened and removed along with his underclothes exposing his length to the open air before he felt himself seized by Elia's hand.

"He's ready." Said Elia a few minutes later having stroked his length with her saliva slickened hands.

At her words Lyanna sat up so that she was straddling his torso, subsequently causing his lips to lose contact with the breast he'd been sucking on, though both were now fully exposed to the open air. Moving so that she was standing on her knees she reached under herself before there was a small pop sound in the cloth covering her mound split exposing her cunt to the air. She shuffled backwards a bit until she stopped, and he could fell himself prodding her entrance. They locked eyes for only a few moments before she allowed herself to drop down and he found himself pushing his hips upwards the results of which had them meeting in the middle tearing through her maidenhead in the process. For nearly a minute they were completely still before slowly they lowered until he was flat out on the mattress with Lyanna having followed him down the entire way.

Almost as soon as he was back in a flat position Lyanna was pushing herself back up only to drop back down an action she repeated several times removing more and more of his cock with each ascent. Before long he was once again meeting her on the descents and soon they were going fast enough that her breasts had begun moving with their momentum much to his viewing pleasure. Suddenly Lyanna found herself turned so that it was she that was on their back before Rhaegar began fucking her even harder than they had been. Elia meanwhile had retreated to a chair across the room and had stripped herself so that she was completely nude, she sat legs spread with two fingers pumping in and out of her cunt as she watched them. She had told Lyanna she would only watch for so long, enough for her to reach her peak two or three times if she was lucky. After that however she would join in and Rhaegar would learn just what the two of them could do together. It was going to be a long pleasure filled night.

AN: That's it, the chapter's over. I really struggled with the lemon as it's been a very long time since I wrote one so I scrapped the details that I was going to put in and did it this way. Anyway Lyanna's wedding is finally over, thankfully as it took a long as time to get to this point. Hopefully unlike George I'll actually finish the story. Anyway thanks for reading and please review. Till next time, LATER.