Chapter Seven: You Win or You Die
*there will be smut in this chapter
After a week filled with dress fittings and last minute wedding plans, the day had come. I hadn’t been allowed to see Robb all day, something about it being bad luck. But I had been preoccupied by my handmaidens, who were busy getting me ready for the small evening ceremony in the Godswood.
My long dark hair had been braided and wrapped around my head to create something like a halo. A small tiara that my father had gave me for my 13th nameday was nestled in the braided halo as well. He had told me that he’d had it made for his betrothed, Lyanna Stark, before she had been kidnapped. I figured it was fitting to wear it.
My dress was the most soft and beautiful thing I had ever worn. It was exactly meant for colder weather, so I would be a little chilly out in the woods, but I could deal with it for a little while.
The flowers on it were just as I imagined, starting right under my breasts and wrapping around the back of the dress. I couldn’t be happier about how it turned out and I had thanked the seamstress profoundly.
The giggling of my handmaidens was interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Come in!” I called out, turning around once more to look at myself in the mirror to make sure everything was perfect.
“Are you ready? Robb is making his way down to the Godswood, m’lady,” Maester Luwin asked as he stepped into the room, followed by Hodor carrying Bran and little Rickon trailing behind slightly, both looking adorable in their fancy coats and furs.
“I think so,” I answered nervously before addressing the two boys. “Don’t you two look dashing!”
“You look beautiful, Leina,” Rickon said softly, coming forward to give me a hug while Bran nodded in agreement.
“Well thank you,” I blushed. “Shall we get going then?”
We all made our way down to the Godswood, Maester Luwin walking ahead to tell Robb that we were on our way. Bran, Hodor, and Rickon then ran ahead to stand as witnesses to the wedding, along with my handmaidens and Theon.
As I turned the corner to what we had determined to be the aisle I would walk down, I caught Robb’s eye. As soon as we made eye contact, I felt a few tears well up in my eyes as a huge grin appeared on Robb’s face.
As I walked up to him, he grabbed my hands and held them between us.
Throughout the entire ceremony, I barely listened to a word that was said, only responding when prompted. I was too lost in Robb’s blue eyes. Before I knew it, the ceremony was over and Robb was kissing me softly as everyone around us clapped happily.
It was then when I realized how cold I actually was in the dress that I was wearing. I shivered slightly as we broke away and Robb rubbed his hands up and down my arms in an attempt to warm me up.
“I told you to wear your cloak,” he chided me as he took off one of his furs and wrapped it around my shoulders.
“And I told you that if I did wear my cloak, all the flowers on my dress would be covered!” I laughed at his incredulous expression.
He just laughed and kissed me again before leading me back inside the castle for the feast that had been prepared.
Later on, after a few hours of eating and dancing, it was time for the part of one’s wedding day that I was terrified of: the bedding ceremony.
I had heard some stories, and I knew that I would inevitably have to do this, but it seemed shocking to me that it would happen tonight. And to say I was nervous would be an understatement. I wondered if Robb was as nervous as I am.
Maester Luwin had told us that we needed someone in the room with us when we.... did it, I suppose. This was to ensure that we had actually... done it. It was tradition, he had said. I had become flustered after he had said that and Robb had gripped my hand a bit tighter in comfort. He had then suggested that maybe, if someone had to be there, one of my handmaidens could be the one to do it. That way I could be more comfortable.
So as Robb and I made our way to his chambers, Jane, one of my handmaidens, followed behind us and sat quietly in the corner of the room.
The fire was ablaze in his fireplace, well I guess it was now our fireplace. I was to move into his room tomorrow now that we were married. So it was a little bit warmer than the main hall where we’d had the feast, but still a little bit chilly over where the bed was.
As if he could sense my nervousness, Robb kissed me softly.
“Don’t be nervous, love,” he whispered.
“It’s just... I don’t really know what I’m doing.”
“And you think I do?” he chuckled softly. “I haven’t done anything like this either.”
I blushed then and he took off his remaining furs and I followed suit, taking off the cloak that he had given me earlier on.
I boldly reached over and started to untie his shirt and he then lifted it over his head. I sucked in my breath at the sight.
“May I?” he asked me, reaching for the delicate sleeves holding my dress up.
I nodded and he slipped them down my arms. I covered my breasts as he laid the dress down on a chair. He kissed me again, a little more fiercely now. He pulled my arms away from my chest and I hesitantly wrapped them around his neck, pressing my bare chest against his.
His hands wandered down to just underneath my bum and he lifted me up. I made a sound of surprise and wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me over to the bed.
He laid me gently on the bed, pulling back so he could take his trousers off. I got a glance at his manhood and I sucked in a breath as I had never seen one before.
He climbed onto the bed after me and pulled the sheer curtains around the bed so that there was at least some layer of privacy.
He kissed me again, squeezing one of my breasts in his hand. I moaned softly as he rubbed my nipple between his fingers. He shifted slightly and wrapped his lips around my other breast and my hands gripped the hair at the back of his neck slightly.
I squeezed my legs together slightly, feeling something that I hadn’t ever felt before down there. I could also feel his length hardening on my thigh and I lifted my hips slightly, earning a grunt from Robb.
He kissed up my neck until he reached my lips, tugging at my bottom lip slightly, as his hand wandered down. His hand cupped my womanhood and I let out my loudest moan yet.
“Robb,” I breathed out as my fingernails dragged down his back. “Oh gods, I love you.”
“I love you too,” he whispered. “Are you ready?”
“I... I think so... it’s going to hurt, isn’t it?”
“I’ll go slow, my love,” he reassured me.
I nodded and he pecked me on the lips once more before starting to press into me. It didn’t hurt at first, it was only slightly uncomfortable, but it did get worse as he pressed in.
I gasped slightly and Robb stopped abruptly.
“No, don’t stop,” I assured him. “I’ll be fine.”
He kissed me as he pushed in the rest of the way, holding it there for a minute until I gave him the go ahead. He pulled out slightly, pushing back in again, and then continuing. It hurt a bit at first, but I got used to the feeling of it eventually.
I encouraged him to go faster and he happily did so. Moans were flying freely now and hands were all over. I could feel something in my tummy building up as Robb thrusted.
“Oh gods,” I moaned. “Robb... I-”
“Shhh,” he comforted me. “It’s alright. Let it out.”
I moaned louder as I rolled my hips into his. The ball in my tummy kept building until it was almost too much. And when that ball burst, it was the most euphoric feeling I had ever felt.
I stiffened slightly and tightly gripped Robb’s curls. He grunted as his thrusts became sloppier as he came as well. I could feel him inside me and that made my orgasm last longer.
He pulled me in for another kiss and didn’t stop kissing me until we had both calmed slightly.
I heard the door to the room open and close softly, signaling that Jane, my handmaiden, had left the room to give us privacy.
“I love you,” he confidently told me, pecking me on the lips one last time before slowly pulling out of me.
He grabbed a towel from the table near the bed and cleaned us both up before pulling back the furs on the bed, letting us both get under the covers.
I cuddled closer to his warm chest, resting my head on it as he laid on his back and wrapped his arms around me tightly.
The tiredness that I was feeling finally caught up to me right after Robb kissed me lovingly on the forehead.
I woke up the next morning to the sunlight shining softly through the windows. My legs were tangled up in Robb’s and my chest was pressed up against his.
I shifted slightly, realizing we were both still naked. I glanced up at him to see that he was awake as well.
“Good morning,” he murmured.
“A little bit sore,” I answered. “But I’m so happy that I’m your wife now.”
“And I am happy to be your husband,” he replied and then kissed me. I kissed him back, wrapping my leg higher up on his waist.
He gripped my thigh with one hand while the other stroked my cheek.
“Unless you want to have a repeat of last night,” he pulled away. “I think we should stop.”
“What made you think I want to stop?” I smiled.
He grinned and pulled me in for another kiss before rolling on top of me.
A few weeks later, while getting ready to go to sleep, there was a knock on the door to Robb’s chamber.
“Come in,” Robb called. I continued to brush my hair, taking it out of the braids I had it in all day.
“My Lord,” the boy started. “I’m sorry it’s so late, but an urgent message just arrived from Kings Landing.”
The boy handed Robb the envelope before closing the door behind him as he left. Robb sat at his desk and opened the letter, quickly scanning it.
“Who’s it from?” I asked.
“Umm... everyone’s is fine,” he replied.
“Why does it sound like you’re lying?”
He was quiet after that. I turned around, setting my brush down. He was leaning over the letter, glancing at another piece of paper that looked like it had been ripped out of a book. He ran a hand through his hair, clearly shocked by what he was reading.
“Robb,” I said as I stood and walked over to him. “What is it?”
His only response was to hand me the letter that his father sent him.
I write this letter to inform you of some disturbing news. Tensions are high here in Kings Landing and I’m afraid that the news from your mother has contributed to that tension. I do believe that Cersei Lannister is responsible for Bran falling from that tower and I have discovered something else. Earlier today, I was directed to a book that Jon Arryn, the previous hand, had read just before he died. There was a certain page in that book that shows the lineage of the Baratheon family. I have ripped out said page and sent it with this letter. And as you can see, all children of the Baratheon line have had black hair. Never blonde. Even when the wife or husband of the Baratheon had blonde hair. The only children in the line that don’t have black hair are Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen. That being said, I believe Leina to be the only legitimate child of Cersei and Robert. She is the legitimate heir to the throne, not Joffrey. I also believe that Jon Arryn discovered this information and that is the reason that he died. I send this letter with great caution, but it was something that you both needed to know.
“Leina?” Robb asked, concerned after there was a moment of silence. “Are you alright?”
“I’m.... fine,” I replied.
The wheels in my head kept spinning. Was this true? I guess it would make sense.... My mother always treated me differently than my siblings. I just thought it was because I looked so much like my father. I knew she hated him. But if my father wasn’t my sibling’s father, then who was?
“Do you believe it?” he asked, grabbing my hand and pulling me closer to him.
“Yes,” I answered. “It would explain why she’s always hated me.”
“She’s your mother,” he tried. “She doesn’t hate you.”
“Yes she does, Robb!” I exclaimed. “She’s always treated me differently than my siblings and she has mentally and sometimes physically abused me throughout my childhood. The only thing that I want to know now is who her lover is.”
“Shhh, my love. It’s alright.”
“My whole life is a lie! And what if my mother finds out that I know!? She’ll kill me! She doesn’t want me to be Queen! Oh gods I-”
Robb cut me off with a soft kiss on the lips.
“Do not think like that, Leina! I won’t let anyone hurt you. I will protect you. I would die for you.”
“I love you too.” I said and kissed him fiercely. “No matter what.”
Leina’s wedding hair (obviously black hair):
What she is wearing when the letter comes:
