Chapter 24

Serafina looked at her reflection in the mirror, slightly startled by the woman looking back at her. She had never really thought about what she would look like on her wedding day, but now… she certainly looked like a bride. Her gown was made of the finest silk, adorned with intricate lace and delicate embroidery. The soft, creamy fabric clung to her figure, making her feel both elegant and exposed. A veil of gossamer silk, edged with pearls, cascaded down her back, and a circlet of fresh flowers crowned her head.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. Today was the day that would change her life forever. As much as she wanted to be strong, the enormity of the moment was overwhelming. She had always known that her marriage would be a matter of politics and alliances, but she had never imagined how it would feel to stand on the brink of such a significant change.

"You look beautiful, my lady," one of her maids, a kind-faced girl named Ylara, said.

"Thank you," she replied, giving both of her maids a warm smile. "I appreciate all your hard work."

Ylara and the other maid, Kyra, returned her smile. They had been with her throughout the preparations, and Serafina truly appreciated all their efforts to make her look presentable. As the final adjustments were made to her gown and veil, Serafina heard her cousin's voice from outside.

"My lady? May I come in?"

"Yes, Alton," she replied. "Please do."

She turned to look at Ser Alton as he entered her tent. His expression was a mix of pride and concern as he took in her appearance.

"You look… breathtaking, my lady," he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "His Grace won't know what hit him."

Serafina smiled, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. "Thank you, Alton. That means a lot coming from you."

He stepped closer, his eyes softening with affection. "How are you feeling?"

"A bit nervous," she admitted, "but I'm ready. Or at least, as ready as I'll ever be."

Alton nodded, understanding the gravity of her words. "It's a big day, and a significant change. But you're strong, cousin. You've always been strong."

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice betraying a hint of emotion.

A knock on the tent pole announced the arrival of one of Robb's guards. "My lady, we are ready to begin."

Serafina took a deep breath and turned to her cousin. "Shall we?"

Alton offered his arm, and she took it gratefully. Together, they walked out of the tent, heading to the heart of the camp where the ceremony would take place. According to the agreement, they would have the southern ceremony here and the northern one once they arrived at Winterfell. Her father had wanted her to be wedded by a septon in the faith of the Seven, while Robb had wanted to honor the old gods. This had been their compromise.

The walk to the ceremony site felt surreal. The camp, usually bustling with activity, was hushed in anticipation of the event. As they approached, Serafina could see the gathered lords and Stark bannermen, all turning to look at her. The only ladies present were Lady Stark, Lady Arya, and Brienne of Tarth. Neither Brienne nor Lady Arya was wearing a gown. The septon stood at the front, ready to officiate the ceremony. Robb stood in front of him, smiling at Serafina.

As Serafina and Alton reached the front, Robb stepped forward to take her hand. Alton gave her a supportive nod before stepping back to join the other guests.

"Are you ready?" Robb whispered, his eyes searching hers behind the veil.

"Yes," she replied softly, managing a small, determined smile.

"Your Grace, you may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection," the septon began.

Serafina turned around, allowing Robb to unclasp her red and gold cloak and replace it with his grey and white one.

"My lords, my ladies," the septon continued. "We stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife. One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever."

Robb took her hand gently in his and the septon tied a ribbon in a knot around their hands.

"Let it be known that King Robb, son of Lord Eddard of House Stark and Lady Serafina of House Lannister are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder. In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity."

The septon paused and unraveled the ribbon.

"Look upon each other and say the words."

Serafina looked at Robb from behind her veil. He was smiling at her calmingly.

"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am his and he is mine. From this day, until the end of my days."

Robb lifted her veil and gently touched her cheek with his thumb.

"With this kiss, I pledge my love." He leaned in and tasted her lips with his. It was a strange feeling, but she didn't find it unpleasant. His lips were softer than she had thought.

The guests erupted in applause as Robb and Serafina's kiss sealed their union. She felt a wave of relief wash over her as the ceremony concluded, realizing that the most daunting part was now behind her. Robb took her hand and kissed it.

They walked down the aisle together, the crowd parting to let them pass. Robb whispered, "You were perfect," his eyes shining with pride.

"Thank you," she replied, squeezing his hand.

The feast in their honor had been arranged quickly, but she didn't really care about the details. As Serafina and Robb sat at the head table, Jon approached them, offering a smile.

"Congratulations, Robb," he stated. "And you, my lady… forgive me, my Queen."

"Thank you, Jon," Robb replied warmly.

"Thank you, my lord," Serafina echoed. "And since I am now your good-sister, you may call me Serafina."

Jon smiled, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Thank you. And you may call me Jon."

Serafina returned his smile. "Jon, then. Thank you for your support."

"No need to thank me," he replied. "I'm glad to see my brother happy, and I hope you will be too."

Lady Stark came over next, smiling politely.

"Congratulations," she stated. "You look lovely, Serafina."

"Thank you, Lady Stark," Serafina replied, retuning her smile. "I am honored to be here."

"Where is Arya?" Robb asked.

Catelyn cleared her throat before answering.

"She was feeling unwell, I'm afraid."

"I see," Robb sighed.

"You must give her time, Robb," Catelyn stated. "At least she agreed to be present."

"Yes," Robb replied, giving her mother a warm smile. "Thank you, mother."

"Lady Stark is right, Robb," Serafina stated after her new good-mother had left. "Your sister has every right for her feelings."

Robb nodded thoughtfully.

"Yes, you're right. Arya has been through a lot." He paused for a moment before continuing. "You do know you have every right for your feelings as well."

She blinked a few times, surprised by his words.

"Yes, I know. I am grateful for…"

"My kindness," he finished. "Yes, Serafina, you have made it clear."

She hesitated, sensing his tension.

"I apologize if I have somehow upset you, but my gratitude is genuine," she stated cautiously.

"I know," he murmured. "I just hoped that after yesterday… No matter, I understand you need more time."

She looked at him, trying to understand what he meant. What did he want her to do? She reached out and gently touched his arm.

"Robb, I appreciate everything you've done. I do. You are a good man and I hope to make you happy."

He sighed and took her hand in his.

"I want you to be happy as well, Serafina. Truly happy."

"I am," she assured. "You are so kind to me."

He didn't have time to reply when more well-wishers approached their table. Theon congratulated them as well and this time he was actually respectful. Serafina couldn't help but feel satisfaction for that. She wouldn't have to tolerate disrespect from men anymore. She was the Queen in the North now. The thought still felt somewhat unreal to her.

As the night wore on and the festivities continued, Serafina couldn't help but to think about Jaime. Had he eaten?

"Serafina?" Robb said quietly, leaning closer. "Is everything alright?"

She nodded.

"Yes, I… would you mind if I have a quick word with my cousin?"

"No, of course not." Robb paused and looked around. "I don't see him, though."

"Oh…" she murmured. "It's fine, I will talk to him later."

Robb was quiet for a moment before replying, "You can tell me if something is bothering you."

"No, no, it is not important. Besides, I don't wish to bother you in the middle of the celebration…"

"Serafina, I am your husband," he said gently. "You can tell me."

She hesitated, fearing to upset him. She most certainly didn't want to do that just before their wedding night.

"It's alright," he assured, taking her hand. "You can tell me."

After a moment of hesitation, she decided to proceed with caution.

"I… I was just wondering…"

"Yes?" he encouraged.

"My brother," she said as calmly as she could. "I was wondering if he has eaten."

She looked at Robb, cautiously observing his reaction.

His expression softened, and he gave a small nod. "Of course you're concerned for him. It's natural to worry about your family."

Serafina felt a wave of relief wash over her. "Thank you for understanding."

Robb signaled to one of the guards. "Please find out if Ser Jaime has had a meal tonight."

The guard nodded and quickly left to carry out the order. Robb turned back to Serafina, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

"He will be taken care of. You don't have to worry."

She smiled, feeling gratitude and a bit more at ease. "Thank you, Robb. That means a lot to me."

He returned her smile warmly. "It's the least I can do. Now, let's enjoy the rest of the evening."

She smiled and nodded, relieved by his understanding. They continued to sit together, and Serafina found herself gradually relaxing a bit more. They received more well-wishers and shared light conversation, but Robb's gesture of care towards Jaime lingered in her mind, easing the tension she had felt earlier.

As the festivities finally began to wind down, Robb stood and offered Serafina his hand. "Shall we retire for the night?"

Serafina nodded, although her heart was pounding. She reminded herself firmly to remain calm and fulfill her duty.

They walked back to Robb's tent in silence, the cool night air refreshing after the warmth of the celebration. Inside the tent, she turned to her husband and gave him a smile.

"Shall I undress, or do you wish to do that?" she asked, fearing that dawdling would make her lose all her courage.

Robb looked at her, clearly surprised by her directness. "There's no need to rush, Serafina. We can take our time." He stepped closer, gently taking her hands in his. "I want you to be comfortable first."

She nodded, although she didn't think she could be very comfortable. He poured some wine for both of them and touched her cheek after she had emptied her cup.
He smiled softly and reached up to help her with the pins in her hair. His movements were careful and deliberate, as if he tried to tame a wild animal.

"Let me help you with these first."

As he removed each pin, her hair slowly cascaded down around her shoulders.

"You're beautiful, Serafina," he said softly, adoration clear in his eyes.

"Thank you, Robb," she murmured, blushing.

Once her hair was free, Robb moved to the clasps of her gown. "May I?"

She nodded, trying her hardest to calm herself. "Yes."

He carefully undid the clasps, taking his time. As the gown loosened, she felt a mixture of vulnerability and panic. With his help, she stepped out of the gown, standing before him in her shift. He wrapped his arms around her and drew her close before kissing her. The kiss was hungry, almost desperate as if he wanted to devour her. After a moment, he took a step back, panting.

"You have no idea how many times I've dreamt of this moment," he murmured. "But… I won't force myself on you."

She looked up, surprised by his words.

"I am your wife, Robb," she replied quietly. "I know what is expected of me."

Robb shook his head, his eyes softening as he looked at her. "You are my wife, yes, but that doesn't mean you should do anything you're not ready for. I want this to be something we both want."

"I appreciate your kind gesture," she assured softly. "But… You know marriage is not binding if it is not consummated. My father…"

"Your father isn't here," he cut in firmly. "Neither is anyone else. The only people who will know what happened in this tent tonight are you and me."

"But…"

"But what?" Robb asked gently, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

Serafina hesitated, searching for the right words. "I don't want to disappoint you. Or make you regret this alliance."

Robb's expression softened even more. He took her hands in his, holding them tenderly. "You could never disappoint me, Serafina. This marriage is about more than just duty or politics. You must know by now how I feel about you. And I want you to know that you can always speak freely with me."

"Thank you, I appreciate your… I'm grateful," she corrected quickly as she remembered his reaction earlier.

He lowered his gaze.

"I'm sorry," he murmured. "I didn't mean to pressure you earlier."

"Pressure me?" she repeated, confused.

He sighed and looked at her.

"Yes. I would like you to trust me enough to be comfortable with me, but I know you need time."

She stared at him, utterly confused.

"Forgive me, I don't understand…"

"I don't want you to feel that you must pretend with me or tell me what you think I want to hear. I would like you to be honest with me," he stated. "I would like you to let me in."

She was speechless for a moment, trying desperately to gather her thoughts. She took a deep breath, trying to process his words.

"I... I have tried my hardest. I don't know what more I should do. If you could be so kind and tell me what you wish me to be…"

"No," he cut in, cupping her face. "I want you. Nothing more. You can be honest with me."

She pressed her lips together, struggling to control herself.

"You do not want honesty, Robb," she stated quietly. "No one does."

Robb frowned slightly, his thumb gently stroking her cheek. "I do, Serafina. I truly do. I know it's hard to believe, but I want to know the real you. Not the version you think you need to be for me or anyone else."

She shook her head, but he didn't give up.

"You can tell me how you feel, I can take it. Just…"

Before she realized what she was doing, she had slapped him across the face. Her eyes widened in terror as she understood the horrible mistake she had just made. He would most certainly retaliate.

"I… Please… I didn't mean…"

He silenced her by raising his hand.

"I asked for honesty. Please, go on."

His voice was calm, and he didn't seem angry, but she wasn't a fool.

"I don't think…"

"Serafina," he said gently but firmly. "Go on."

"I… I didn't like to be kept in chains," she murmured. "I am angry at you for that."

Robb nodded, absorbing her words. "I understand," he said quietly, lowering his hand. "I can't imagine how that must have felt for you, and I'm truly sorry for that."

Serafina stared at him, still trembling with the aftermath of her outburst. She had expected anger, retaliation, or at least a stern reprimand. Instead, he was listening.

"You're angry at me, and you have every right to be," Robb continued. "I made decisions that affected you deeply, and I see now that they hurt you. I wish I had handled things differently."

She took a shaky breath, still grappling with the whirlwind of emotions.

"I didn't like the constant fear," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "The fear of saying the wrong word or even looking at you the wrong way."

Robb's expression was filled with regret. "I'm sorry, Serafina. Truly. If I could go back and change things, I would."

She nodded slightly.

"I am also not a doll, Robb, and I do not wish to be treated like one. I have thoughts and feelings."

Robb nodded. "I understand, and I promise to treat you with the respect you deserve. I want to hear your thoughts, your feelings, and your opinions. They matter to me."

She looked at him, searching his eyes for any sign of insincerity, but she couldn't find any.

"Thank you," she said softly. "I will try to be more open with you, but it will take time."

"I know," Robb replied, gently squeezing her hands. "And I'm willing to give you all the time you need."

She managed a small smile, feeling a bit of the tension ease from her shoulders.

"I appreciate that, Robb. Truly." She paused and took a deep breath. "So, how do you feel about honesty now?"

He smiled, the warmth in his eyes returning. "I have no problem with it. Although, if you want to slap me again, I would appreciate a fair warning."

Serafina giggled softly, a genuine laugh escaping her lips. "I apologize for that."

Robb's expression softened further, and he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her.

"No need to apologize. Thank you for being honest with me. It means more than you know."

She rested her head against his chest, feeling a sense of calm. "I should thank you for not retaliating. Most men would have."

Robb gently stroked her hair. "I'm not most men, Serafina. I promised to treat you with respect, and I intend to keep that promise. I would never lay a hand on you. I want you to feel safe with me."

She closed her eyes, concentrating on his steady heartbeat for a moment.

"Do you… Do you want to continue?" she asked after a moment of silence.

"I think we could both use some rest," he replied. "But I would like to hold you, if you allow that."

She nodded.

"I do."

Robb guided her to the bed, and they lay down together, his arms securely around her. She nestled into his arms, resting her head on his chest. This didn't feel bad or intimidating. It felt… calming. She believed she could get used to this.