Chapter 36

"So, do you have any questions?" Catelyn asked. She had just explained the northern wedding ceremony to Serafina who looked thoughtful as if she was processing everything she had just heard.

"I don't think so," Serafina replied. "I just want to make sure that I won't make any mistakes. I know how important the old gods are here, and I want to be respectful."

Catelyn nodded approvingly.

"As you should be. The old gods are indeed important in the North."

Serafina looked at her hesitantly, clearly wanting to say something.

"Lady Stark, may I ask… What was it like for you to come to Winterfell and learn all the northern customs?"

Catelyn's expression softened at Serafina's question. She could see the sincerity in her good-daughter's eyes, the genuine desire to understand and adapt to her new life. Catelyn took a deep breath, letting the memories wash over her.

"It wasn't easy at first," Catelyn admitted, her tone gentle. "I came from the Riverlands, where the Faith of the Seven is as much a part of life as breathing. The North felt cold in more ways than just the weather. Everything was different, the customs, the gods, even the way people spoke. But I had to learn quickly. Like you, I wanted to be respectful of my new family's traditions, and I wanted to honor the man I had married."

Serafina listened intently, clearly comforted by the fact that Catelyn had gone through a similar transition.

"I remember feeling out of place at first," Catelyn continued. "But over time, I realized that while the customs were different, the values were the same. Honor, loyalty, family, these things transcend the differences between North and South. It took time, but I found my place here."

Serafina's eyes were thoughtful as she processed Catelyn's words. "It sounds like you adapted well, Lady Stark. I just hope I can do the same."

"I am sure you will," Catelyn replied. "I see the effort you're making, Serafina. You're eager to learn, and you're showing respect for our ways. That's a good start."

Serafina looked relieved but still seemed a little unsure. "And the ceremony itself… It's so different from what I'm used to. The idea of exchanging vows before a heart tree, under the eyes of the old gods… It feels so… ancient."

Catelyn nodded, understanding the sentiment. "It is ancient, and there's a certain solemnity to it. The heart tree, with its red leaves and weeping face, is said to be a living witness to every oath sworn in its presence. In that moment, you're not just making a promise to Robb, but to the land itself, to all the generations of Starks that came before you."

Serafina shivered slightly at the thought but nodded. "It sounds… powerful."

"It is," Catelyn agreed. "But it's also simple. There are no grand rituals, no complicated prayers. Just a quiet, honest exchange of vows. In a way, it's freeing. The old gods don't demand grand displays. They care about what's in your heart."

Serafina's expression softened at that, a hint of relief in her eyes. "That's reassuring. I think I can manage that."

Catelyn nodded. "You'll do just fine, Serafina. You have time to find your place here."

"Thank you, Lady Stark," Serafina said sincerely. "It means a lot to hear that from you."

"You're welcome. You have a lot to learn about running Winterfell, but we can begin your training after the ceremony. In the meantime, take your time getting to know the castle and its surroundings."

Serafina nodded eagerly. "I'd love that. Thank you, Lady Stark."

Once Serafina left the great hall, Catelyn sighed softly. She wanted to believe the young woman's sincerity, but it was difficult to ignore the fact that Serafina had been raised by Tywin Lannister.

"Mother?" Sansa's voice called suddenly.

Catelyn turned to see her daughter entering the hall.

"Yes, dear?"

"I… I heard you're preparing a wedding ceremony for Robb and… his wife."

"Yes, I am," Catelyn replied gently. "Robb wanted to honor the old gods, and I think that's wise, especially since his bride isn't from the North."

Sansa fell silent for a moment before speaking again. "I know she's Robb's wife, and I know I'll have to speak to her eventually. It's just…"

"I know," Catelyn assured her, her tone soothing. "No one is going to force you into anything, I promise."

Sansa nodded and sighed. "I met her in King's Landing. She was very polite, but… she's Cersei's sister. I know not all Lannisters are bad, Lord Tyrion was always kind to me. But it's still hard seeing her here… seeing her with Robb."

Catelyn moved closer and wrapped her arms around her daughter. "I understand, Sansa. And as I said, no one will push you to do anything before you're ready."

Sansa leaned into her mother's embrace, finding comfort in Catelyn's warmth. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice tinged with both relief and lingering uncertainty.

Catelyn stroked her daughter's hair, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on both of them. She understood Sansa's hesitation all too well. Tywin Lannister's legacy was not something easily forgotten, and Serafina, despite her attempts to fit in, carried the burden of her family's reputation.

The girl had seemed genuine enough in their conversation, but Catelyn couldn't shake the wariness that came with knowing her ties to the Lannisters. Trust, she knew, would have to be earned, but for Robb's sake, Catelyn was willing to try.

Jon was walking across the courtyard, lost in thought, when he felt something hit his arm. A snowball. Frowning, he turned, ready to scold some mischievous children, only to find Serafina and her maids standing nearby. Serafina was smiling at him, while her maids were desperately trying to suppress their laughter.

"Did you… Did you just throw a snowball at me?" Jon asked, once he recovered from his surprise.

"No," she replied innocently. "Maybe. I'm sorry, but none of us had seen snow before coming here, and we're a little excited."

Jon blinked, then let out an amused chuckle. He hadn't expected that. "I see," he said, eyeing the barely contained giggles from Serafina's maids. "Well, I suppose it's only fair. Everyone's allowed to have a bit of fun in the snow."

Serafina's smile widened at his response, her cheeks flushed from the cold and the excitement. "You're not upset then?" she asked, still holding onto her playful innocence.

Jon shook his head, his stern expression giving way to a smile. "Not at all. But I should warn you, here in the North we don't usually take snowball attacks lightly."

Before Serafina could react, Jon swiftly bent down, scooped up some snow, and lobbed a snowball back at her. She let out a startled laugh as the snow lightly brushed her shoulder. Her maids gasped, caught between shock and laughter.

"Oh, you shouldn't have done that. You're outnumbered, my lord," Serafina declared, her eyes sparkling as she quickly gathered more snow.

Jon grinned, enjoying the unexpected lightness of the moment. It was rare to see this playful side of her, and it made him realize how much she was trying to adapt to life in the North. "Alright then, Your Grace," he said, crouching down to prepare more snowballs, "let's see what you've got."

For a few moments, the courtyard was filled with laughter and flying snow. Even some of the guards paused to watch the impromptu snowball fight, their stern faces breaking into smiles.

Serafina's maids joined in, their laughter mingling with Serafina's as they tried to pelt Jon with snowballs. Jon was agile and quick, dodging most of their throws with ease while landing several hits himself.

Finally, out of breath and with snow clinging to her hair and clothes, Serafina held up her hands in surrender. "Alright, alright! You win, Jon!"

He stopped, a victorious grin on his face. "I'll admit, you put up a good fight."

Serafina laughed, brushing snow from her sleeves. "You're impossible to beat!"

Jon smiled, a warmth in his eyes that hadn't been there moments ago. "You're learning quickly, though. You'll be a Northerner in no time."

Her smile softened, appreciating his words. "I'm trying," she said, her tone more sincere now.

"I know," Jon replied. "So, where are you heading?"

"We were planning to take a walk beyond the wall."

Jon frowned slightly. "Just the three of you?"

"No, no, Arron and Eldon will join us," Serafina replied quickly.

"Arron and Eldon?" Jon asked, raising an eyebrow.

"They're guards. They escorted me to Winterfell."

"Oh, right." Jon nodded, recalling Robb mentioning the men. They had offered to continue serving Serafina in Winterfell, and Jon had to admit, he was impressed by their loyalty.

"It's good you've got them with you. I was just making sure. The woods behind the wall can be treacherous, especially in winter."

Serafina gave him a grateful smile. "I appreciate the concern, Jon. I promise we won't wander far. I just wanted to see more of the grounds. You're welcome to join us if you'd like."

Jon considered her offer for a brief moment before nodding. "Why not? I could use a walk, and I think Ghost and Grey Wind could use one too."

Serafina's smile widened. "I'd love that. It would be nice to have your company, and theirs," she added with a glance toward the kennels, where the direwolves were likely resting.

Jon gave a small nod and motioned for her and her maids to follow. "I'll go get Ghost, then. Meet me at the gate."

The group made their way toward the gate, the crunch of snow beneath their boots the only sound for a moment. Soon, Jon returned with Ghost padding silently by his side, his white fur blending into the snow. Grey Wind followed close behind, his yellow eyes locked on Serafina with a curious, almost protective gaze.

"They've both taken a liking to you," Jon commented as he noticed Grey Wind trotting closer to Serafina. "That's not something that happens easily."

Serafina knelt down, holding out a gloved hand as Grey Wind sniffed it, his tail giving a small wag. "I'm honored," she said with a smile, gently stroking the wolf's fur. "Maybe it's because I'm still a bit of an outsider, like they are."

Jon's expression softened. "You're not an outsider, not really. You're my brother's wife."

Serafina met his gaze, her expression warm. "Thank you, Jon. That's kind of you to say."

The two guards greeted Jon respectfully and he responded with a nod.

"It's good to be back home, would you agree?" Jon stated.

The younger one, Arron, nodded.

"It is, my lord. I've missed the fresh air."

With that, the group began their walk, the direwolves leading the way. The snow-covered trees created a peaceful atmosphere as they ventured deeper into the woods. The maids, though bundled up, were clearly in awe of the scenery, their eyes wide as they took in the stark beauty of the North.

Jon fell into step beside Serafina, occasionally pointing out landmarks or sharing stories from his childhood. He noticed how attentive she was, her interest genuine, even as she occasionally shared little details about her life back at Casterly Rock.

As they walked, Ghost suddenly stopped, ears pricked as he stared into the trees. Grey Wind did the same, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

Serafina tensed slightly, but Jon's calm demeanor kept her from panicking. "It's probably just a deer or a rabbit," Jon said quietly. "Nothing to worry about."

But both wolves remained alert, their eyes fixed on something deeper in the woods.

Jon turned to Serafina, his voice reassuring. "Stay close. We'll keep moving, and they'll follow."

Serafina nodded, trusting his judgment. As they continued, Ghost and Grey Wind gradually relaxed, their attention shifting back to the path ahead.

"Thank you for joining us," Serafina said after a moment of silence. "I appreciate your guidance."

"You're welcome." Jon paused briefly before continuing. "Have you settled in all right?"

"Yes," she replied, though there was a hint of hesitation in her voice. "Ylara and Kyra helped me prepare the chamber that Robb offered me. I want it ready before Alina and Naeva arrive."

"Ah yes, the cat," Jon hummed with a smile. "She might be the first sand cat to ever see snow. That'll be interesting to watch."

Serafina's laugh was light, the tension from earlier easing. "I imagine she'll be quite the sight, bounding through the drifts. But I hope she adjusts well."

Jon's gaze softened as he looked at her. He could see that, despite her poised demeanor, she was making a real effort to fit in. "It's a lot to adapt to," he acknowledged, "but it seems like you're handling it well."

She gave him a grateful smile, a touch of vulnerability in her eyes. "Thank you. I'm doing my best. I know this is where I need to be now, and I want to make it work."

Jon nodded approvingly. "You're already making a good impression. It takes time, but you'll find your place here." He paused, then added in a more thoughtful tone, "You know, there was a time when I felt like an outsider too, even here in my own home. But with the right people beside you, it gets easier."

Serafina's eyes softened at his words, sensing the deeper meaning behind them. "I'm glad you've found your place, Jon. And I'm glad you're willing to help me find mine."

They walked on in comfortable silence for a few moments before Ghost suddenly broke away from the path, his nose to the ground as he investigated a snow-covered bush. Grey Wind followed, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings.

"Looks like they've caught a scent," Jon remarked, his tone easy but watchful. "Nothing serious, but they're thorough."

Serafina watched the direwolves with a mix of awe and admiration. "They're incredible creatures. I've never seen animals so loyal and intelligent. Robb talks about Grey Wind like he's a brother."

"In a way, he is," Jon said with a faint smile. "The direwolves are more than just pets. They're bonded to us, and they've been through everything we have. They understand more than most people realize."

Serafina nodded thoughtfully. "I see why they're so respected here. They're part of your family's legacy."

Before Jon could respond, Ghost and Grey Wind both returned to their sides, satisfied with their inspection. The group continued their walk, the peaceful atmosphere returning as they made their way deeper into the woods.

As they neared the edge of the forest, the sound of distant laughter and activity from Winterfell drifted through the trees. The maids exchanged excited glances, clearly eager to explore more of the grounds once they returned.

"Have you seen the northern wedding ceremony many times?" Serafina asked.

"Yes, a few times," Jon replied. "Why do you ask?"

"I suppose I'm a little nervous," she admitted. "You know Robb and I will have the northern ceremony."

"Oh, right, I almost forgot that." Jon paused, offering her a reassuring smile. "There's no need to be nervous. The northern ceremony is simple, but it's meaningful. It's more about the vows and the bond than any grand display."

Serafina nodded, though a flicker of uncertainty still crossed her face. "I've been told that. It's just… this is important, and I don't want to disappoint anyone. Especially not Robb."

"You won't," Jon assured her. "Robb wouldn't have arranged it if he didn't believe it was something you'd both find meaning in. And it's not just for him, it's for you too. The words you'll speak at the heart tree will be as much a promise to each other as it is to the old gods."

Her expression softened as she absorbed his words. "Thank you, Jon. That's a comforting way to think about it." She hesitated for a moment, choosing her words carefully. "Lady Stark told me that someone needs to escort me to the heart tree and give me away. Since I don't have any family here, I was wondering… Would it be too bold of me to ask you to do that?"

Jon's expression shifted from surprise to something more thoughtful as he processed her request. He hadn't expected Serafina to ask him such a thing, but her sincerity was clear in her eyes. After a moment of silence, he finally nodded.

"It wouldn't be bold at all," Jon said, his voice steady. "I'd be honored to escort you."

Relief washed over Serafina's face, and she smiled warmly. "Thank you, Jon. I wasn't sure if it would be proper to ask, but you're the person I feel most comfortable with after Robb. It just felt… right."

Jon's lips quirked into a half-smile. "I'm glad you think so. I may not be a trueborn Stark, but I'll stand by you all the same."

"You are every bit a Stark," Serafina said firmly. "I'm honored to have you by my side."

Her words struck a chord in Jon, and he found himself both humbled and grateful. "Thank you, Serafina."

"Is the water warm enough, Your Grace?" Kyra asked as Serafina leaned her head back in the bathtub.

"Yes, it is, thank you," she sighed, closing her eyes. She had left the dinner early, wanting to prepare for the night ahead. Nervousness swirled within her, but curiosity lingered too. What was Robb planning? He had promised that it wouldn't hurt, yet she couldn't fully shake her tension. Her knowledge of intimacy was limited, and at this moment, she wished she knew more to feel better prepared. First, she wanted to ensure she was clean and smelled pleasant, so she had added a touch of flower oil to the bathwater.

Serafina took a deep breath, trying to relax as the warmth of the bathwater surrounded her. The scent of the flower oil mingled with the steam, soothing her nerves ever so slightly. Her maids worked quietly, pouring warm water over her shoulders and gently combing out her hair. Despite the calming atmosphere, her thoughts remained restless.

She kept replaying Robb's words in her mind, his promise that he wouldn't hurt her. She believed him, but the uncertainty of what to expect still lingered. Intimacy had always been a distant and vague concept for her. She'd heard whispers and rumors from other ladies, but none of it had been truly informative, and the little she knew only left her more anxious.

As Kyra wrapped a soft towel around her and began to dry her hair, Serafina opened her eyes. "Do you think my husband is still in the hall?" she asked, her voice quieter than usual.

Kyra smiled kindly. "I believe he is, Your Grace, but I'm sure he won't linger long. He'll be eager to join you."

Serafina's stomach fluttered at the thought. She found herself both dreading and anticipating what would happen when they were alone together.

Once she was dried and dressed in her silk nightdress, the one she'd chosen specifically for tonight, Serafina stood before the mirror, smoothing the fabric over her body. The nightdress was delicate and elegant, the pale color complementing her complexion. It was meant to be alluring without being too revealing. She wanted to look appealing, but also feel comfortable.

"Would you like us to stay until His Grace arrives?" Ylara asked, noticing the hint of tension still in Serafina's expression.

"No," Serafina replied softly, shaking her head. "I think I'll wait on my own." She took a steadying breath. "Thank you both. You've done enough."

The maids curtsied and exited quietly, leaving Serafina alone in the chamber. She stood by the hearth for a moment, staring into the flames as she tried to settle her nerves.

She heard the faint sound of footsteps in the corridor, followed by a light knock on the door. Her heart jumped, and she quickly turned to face the entrance.

"Come in," she called, her voice barely above a whisper.

The door creaked open, and Robb stepped inside, his expression warm but a touch concerned as he saw her standing there. "Are you ready?" he asked gently, closing the door behind him.

Serafina nodded, though her fingers tightened slightly around the edges of her nightdress. "I am," she said, hoping he couldn't hear the tremor in her voice.

Robb crossed the room in a few strides and took her hands in his. His touch was warm and reassuring, grounding her in the moment. "You look beautiful," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "But if you're not comfortable, we don't have to rush anything."

"I trust you," Serafina whispered, holding his gaze. "I'm just… trying to be brave."

Robb smiled at that, lifting one hand to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. "You're already braver than you think," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her forehead softly. "We'll go at your pace, Serafina. Tonight is about you."

His words eased some of the tension coiling in her chest. With a deep breath, she allowed herself to relax just a little more.

"Thank you, but I want you to be pleased as well." She paused, looking at him insecurely. "What…what would you like me to do first?"

He cupped her face and leaned closer.

"I want you to feel comfortable," he hummed. "And I want you to tell me immediately if something feels bad or if you want to stop. Understood?"

She nodded, giving him a small smile. "Understood, Your Grace."

He smiled too before kissing her gently on the lips.

"Very good, my queen."

She giggled nervously as he scooped her up and carried her to the bed.

He laid her down gently on the bed, never breaking eye contact. The way he looked at her, tender, patient, and reassuring, eased some of her nerves. He settled beside her, still holding her close, his thumb lightly brushing against her cheek.

"Do you still want this?" he murmured, his voice warm and soothing.

Serafina nodded, her gaze softening as she took in his comforting presence. She could feel her heart racing, but it wasn't just fear. Excitement, curiosity, and maybe even a bit of anticipation.

"Do you want me to touch you?" she asked, her voice quiet.

He shook his head. "You just let me take care of you now."

He leaned in, kissing her again, this time deeper, more slowly. The warmth of his lips and the softness of his touch made her relax into the moment. Her hands found their way to his chest, feeling the strength beneath his shirt, and she felt a flicker of confidence. She wasn't alone in this; they were both discovering this new intimacy together.

When they finally parted, Robb's eyes searched hers, making sure she was still comfortable. "Is this alright?" he asked, his hand sliding down to rest on her waist.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice steady this time. "I… I feel safe with you."

Her words seemed to stir something in him, and his smile softened even more. "That's all I ever want, Serafina," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "For you to feel safe and cared for."

His fingers caressed her neck, slowly moving to her chest. She flinched as he gently touched her breast through the fabric of her nightdress.

"This really is a lovely nightdress," he hummed, earning a smile from her.

"Thank you."

He continued fondling her breasts until her nipples hardened.

"Do you like this?" he murmured.

"Yes," she gasped, not completely trusting her voice. She had never imagined that someone touching her breasts could feel so pleasant. His hand was moving lower, disappearing under the hem of her nightdress.

"Open your legs," he instructed gently.

She hesitated for a brief moment before obeying. Her eyes widened and she let out a gasp as she felt his fingers between her legs.

"It's alright," he hummed, giving her a satisfied smile. "Just relax."

She tried her best to comply, but she couldn't understand what she was feeling. He was moving his fingers slowly and suddenly his thumb touched some very sensitive spot. The feeling made her jump and cry out.

"I'm sorry…" she started, embarrassed by her reaction.

"Don't be," he hummed, gently lifting her hem up.

She gasped again as his head was suddenly between her legs and she felt his tongue touching her folds. What was he doing?

"Robb," she gasped, alarmed.

"It's alright," he hummed. "I'm not going to hurt you."

She let out a loud moan as he started licking her. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before and for a moment she didn't know how to handle it. Her body knew though, her hips bucked desperately to get closer to his mouth and she was moaning uncontrollably. His thumb kept gently rubbing the sensitive spot, every movement driving her crazy. Finally, he touched the spot with his mouth, closing his lips around it.

"Robb," she moaned, feeling something happening. Her legs were shaking, and she felt tears in her eyes. The wave of pleasure washed over her, leaving her panting and sobbing.

"Serafina?" Robb's alarmed voice called from somewhere far away. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?"

She shook her head, struggling to regain control. "No. I'm sorry, I don't… I don't know why… I'm sorry."

"Hey, it's alright," he said and gently wrapped his arms around her.

She buried her face in his chest, mortified by her ridiculous reaction.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean…"

"It's alright," he repeated, gently stroking her hair. "I… I've heard that sometimes women react like this after…"

That didn't really help, she still felt ridiculous.

"Did that feel alright to you?" he asked after a moment of silence.

"Yes," she murmured. "It was… I've never felt anything like it."

"Good," he hummed and gently kissed the top of her head. "I think that was enough for tonight."

She hesitated before slowly lifting her head.

"But… What about you?"

"I'm fine, Serafina, I promise you," he assured, giving her a calming smile. "Get some rest now."

"I'm…"

"No, stop apologizing," he cut in, his tone firmer. "I never want you to hide yourself from me."

She hesitated again before resting her head on his chest.

"Thank you, Robb. I couldn't have asked for a better husband."