Game of Thrones: Love in the Midst of Sorrow

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The King's Wedding

Shireen awoke to a clear bright day; it had been three years since Rickon's brother Bran had returned to Winterfell. Bran and Meera had been married shortly after revealing Meera's pregnancy to the family. This time they were able to see it through and Meera gave birth to a healthy baby boy who they named Flint. He was now a few months shy of his third nameday; he was also close with his cousins Ned, now five, and Alyssa, who was three. For those three years peace had reigned in the North and finally, it was time. Rickon was now considered old enough so he and Shireen were to be married. Despite living with them for so long, despite the clear love between herself and Rickon, Shireen couldn't help feeling nervous.

'This is a very important day; it's not just about Rickon and me.' She thought to herself. 'This is about the whole North-South alliance; our very future rests on it.'

She shivered and not just from the cold; the thought of such a weighty matter resting on her shoulders was daunting. However Shireen was determined to see if through; she was a Baratheon, soon she would become a Stark. One thing that had been proven beyond all doubt about those two families, they were strong and could withstand anything.

She was broken out of her musing by a knock at the door. She turned and invited the person in. Sansa stepped in smiling.

"Good morning Shireen." She greeted warmly. "Are you ready?"

Shireen took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "As ready as I'll ever be."

Sansa nodded reassuringly and then Arya and Jeyne entered.

"We'll be helping you get ready, Meera has to help Bran." Sansa explained.

Shireen nodded and let them begin their work. It took less time than she thought and before long she was in her dress; her hair had been left down, in Northern fashion, except for a single braid at the back. The other girls left the room to get dressed; she knew that her father wouldn't be able to make it so she would be by herself. She didn't mind, she was used to that. So when the Maester arrived and told her it was time, she stood up and followed him; out to the Godswood, head held high. She hadn't expected her father's arrival, the confirmation he hadn't come did not disappoint her; at least, not as much as it used to. Besides; she would have a new family now, one that cared for her. She soon arrived; the Maester nodded to her and went in; it was time for her to make her entrance.

She entered the Godswood and approached the Heart Tree; she almost froze, the sight before her was breath taking. Rickon stood at the foot of the Heart Tree; his eyes lit up when he saw her; she was amazed. At fourteen he was even taller than she was at twenty-one. Still she smiled as she noted the faces of her new family gathered. Sansa standing smiling with approval; Arya and Gendry standing side by side, holding the hands of their children who were being well-behaved and quiet for once. Bran in his wheeled chair with Meera standing at his side; Flint sitting on his father's lap. Shireen fought the urge to run, her desire to be close to Rickon again almost overwhelming her. Finally she made it and they began making their vows before the Heart Tree. Compared to the lengthy ceremonies she had seen in the South, the Northern way was short; simple yet felt like it carried more weight. She liked it; it felt closer, more personal this way. It wasn't long before Rickon was taking her hand and leading the way back to the castle. Once in the great hall they were seated, along with their family members and several guests and the feast began.

Shireen felt more elated than ever during the feast. She kept catching Rickon's hand under the table; he did the same. Knowing smiles would spread across their faces; occasionally they would turn and talk to each other, as well as the family members directly next to them. Shireen could see a few faces in the crowd that looked at her with anger, even suspicion. She knew why, her Greyscale, she could see the jealousy written in their eyes, even from up at the high table. They thought her unworthy; that they would be better matches, but she didn't care. Rickon had chosen her, accepted her father's offer; that was all that mattered. However there was still one thing that scared her; the bedding ceremony. She knew it would be soon; the thought of it sent shivers down her spine. Indeed when it was time and the bedding ceremony was called for she went stiff. Rickon seemed to sense her tension however as he stood up, a fierce glare on his face.

"Nobody touches Shireen, nobody!" He called out.

His expression and voice were so fierce none of those gathered dared argue. So, carefully escorted by Bran and Sansa she was led to what were now her and Rickon's chambers.

Once they left she breathed a sigh of relief and got to work, removing her dress. She continued to disrobe until she was down to her smallclothes and then sat on the bed. She absently ran her fingers through the furs; contemplating what was about to occur. She was about to relinquish her maidenhead to her new husband. The prospect was both terrifying and exciting at the same time. The door opened Rickon came in; he had already had most of his clothes ripped off; his smallclothes survived. He quickly shut the door behind him, stifling a laugh. He turned and saw her, grinning wildly he walked over pulled her to her feet, kissing her passionately. She returned the kiss with equal intensity before they finally parted for air.

"You should've seen the look on Arya's face when she saw those women practically attacking me." He remarked; shaking his head. "She looked like she could've killed all of them right there."

Shireen smiled at that. "I'm not surprised."

Rickon's expression became serious as he kissed her again, his hands roaming down slowly, exploring her body. He caressed her breasts, his thumbs touching her nipples; he continued to kiss her, her lips, her cheek, along her jaw, down her neck. He even repeated the process on the other side, on her left cheek, the one scarred by Greyscale. Shireen moaned as the warm feeling in her stomach spread throughout her body; she could feel he was hard; his manhood poked her thigh through his smallclothes. As she returned the kiss she reached down and expertly removed their smallclothes; Rickon then gently pushed her down on the bed, climbing on top of her.

Lying back with Rickon above her; Shireen bit her lip, she could see his manhood now, it was bigger than she expected. Yet he did not act yet; his hands slid tentatively over her whole body again. Then suddenly he moved down, his hands on her thighs as he guided her legs apart; but not forcefully. She did not resist; curious as to his actions.

"Rickon, what are…?" She began but then suddenly gasped. "Oh, Rickon!"

He had brought his head down and now his tongue was in her cunt; slowly licking up from bottom to top. Finally his tongue reached that special place and the pleasure exploded through her body; leaving her moaning and gasping. She gripped his long, wild hair; trying to keep him in his current position for as long as possible. Rickon continued to tease her with his tongue until she reached her climax and shuddered as her wetness exploded into Rickon's mouth. She let go and he climbed back up, kissing her again; she could taste herself in his mouth; it sent more warm feelings through her body. Rickon then positioned herself and she knew what was coming.

"Are you ready?" He asked; his concern clear.

She nodded. "Yes."

He thrust in, breaking her thin barrier; there was a slight stab of pain but the wave of pleasure that followed quickly overwhelmed it. They continued their love making, Rickon continued to thrust into her, she started moving her hips in sync with his, rising to meet him, increasing the euphoria for both of them. Finally Shireen climaxed again, at the same time Rickon moaned.

"Oh Gods Shireen!"

With that he also reached his climax and released inside her.

They lay together breathless; Rickon held her in a tight embrace; he kissed her forehead.

"That was…"

Shireen nodded. "Yes, I know."

She could feel his seed inside her and prayed for it to quicken.

'Let me give him a son…an heir.' She thought to herself. 'Let those who doubt me see how wrong they are.'

Smiling she rested her head on Rickon's chest and allowed his heartbeat to lull her to sleep. Rickon smiled at his wife as she closed her eyes and slept. He couldn't believe how lucky he was; how well everything had turned out. Now, he had an even brighter future to look forward to; all thanks to his family and his wife.

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