Hello! (:

Okay... So after this I wont be posting quite as regularly, because this is all I have written so far.

WARNING: This chapter has a SEX SCENE!

So, if you don't want to read it then skip this, nothing much happens; just the wedding and bedding so you can skip ahead if you want.

Btw, this story is rated M so you knew that there was probs gonna be smut...

Yeah, so read this, or don't...

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Chapter Nine

Each day passed by much alike the other.

Leora walked with Robb, talked with Robb and slowly grew to know, and perhaps even love him.

She would sew- much to her dislike, with Sansa and Myrcella every morning, then in the afternoons Leora would run with Arya and Nymeria.

She played all the games that she had played years ago with Ana, yet Leora had never enjoyed them half as much.

When Arya played, soon she was joined by stable boys and serving girls- the daughters and sons, nieces and nephews of every craftsman in Winterfell would run to the godswood whenever they heard Arya's delighted screams.

She was quite the little conservationist, they called her Arya Underfoot and it was quite true.

Arya Stark seemed to be everywhere at once, and she was friends with every poor man in the Keep, every butcher's boy and squire, every milk maid and smith knew her well and would smile and wave when she passed.

Leora loved Arya with all her heart, and she loved being able to run and play like a child without a thousand judging eyes.

For throughout all the back-stabbing and the lies and the threats, the betrothals and the bravery, what everyone had forgotten was that Leora Lannister was a child.

A child forced to grow up too fast.

But that day there was definitely no running and leaping, no shrieking and screaming either.

"And there you go!" Jeyne exclaimed, stepping back and clasping her hands together in delight.

Leora looked up at the glass and gasped.

Her hair was curled in perfect ringlets, towered up above her head with silken tendrils cascading down her back.

Woven through Leora's golden strands were tiny flowers, white as snow with a lily-pad green center.

And the gown itself was pure white, apart from the bodice- the lace of her bodice was a pale lily-pad green and the skirts gradually transitioned to the same shade where the fabric pooled around her feet.

Each sleeve was just a puff of silk, flowing to her elbow.

The gown was dotted with the beautiful little green and white flowers.

Leora looked stunning, and the softest satin slippers in that same lily-pad green perfected the look.

People often cry at weddings, but when her handmaidens gazed at her in wonder, Leora feared they might cry before the wedding.

The ceremony was not going to be half as grand as one in Kings Landing would, for it wasn't held in Baelor's Sept and there would be no jousting or fifty-course feast.

Leora stood slowly, the gown reached her ankles only luckily, for otherwise she was sure to trip.

Leora was terribly afraid of tripping as they walked up the aisle, but hopefully she wouldn't.

"Don't forget your cloak Milady!" her new handmaiden Alysa cried, grabbing the cloak off its peg and running back to Leora.

She sighed slightly as Alysa lifted the garment onto her shoulders.

It was a heavy thing, made from scarlet velvet with a cloth-of-gold lion, roaring across her back.

It was very beautiful, but Leora couldn't wait for Robb to lift it off, for her to finally stop being a lioness, and don a new cloak – a new home, a new family, a new name.

She walked across the room and out into the hallway, as her father wasn't present, Jaime was to escort her to the Sept.

Leora didn't greet him, or even look him in the eyes. Jaime stiffly took her arm and Leora kept her eyes forward, ignoring his attempts at conversation.

Soon they reached the doors of the Sept.

It was tiny in comparison to the one in Kings Landing, or even in Casterly Rock.

Not everyone could be seated inside and so only the Kings, Queens, princes, princesses, lords, ladies and knights were attending the ceremony.

Leora's heart was thumping like a drum and she felt as though there were a thousand little birds fluttering about in her tummy.

The doors were pulled open by a waiting boy and she peered through anxiously at the small crowd gathered within.

As Leora stepped through and saw Robb waiting at the end of the path, the Septon behind him, and all those faces turning her way, it was all she could do not to run in the opposite direction.

The only sound was Jaime's boots on the marble floor, and the hushed breath of the four dozen or so people watching her from the benches.

Leora kept looking forwards, her eyes on Robb.

She felt like she was swimming through an ocean, with a shark right behind her, Robb was an island and once she reached him she would be safe.

Leora could feel all those eyes, looking at her, looking through her, and not all of them had friendly gazes.

At last she reached the end, and her shark stood to the side.

Leora was free to step up onto the raised platform, above the eyes, safe on her island.

"You may now cloak the bride, and bring her under your protection." He proclaimed and Robb stepped around to Leora's back.

He lifted off her red and gold cloak, dropping it aside, the cloak slipped down the marble steps, and pooled at Cersei's feet.

Leora glanced at her sister then quickly looked ahead again.

Robb lifted his own cloak off his shoulders, and gently draped it over Leora's gown.

The soft grey fur trimming tickled her neck, and Robb stepped back around, Leora and he facing the Septon once more.

The Septon took her hand, and pressed it on top of Robb's.

They stood both with arms outstretched as the holy man took his ribbon and slowly wrapped it around their hands, binding them together.

"In the sight of the seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one, for all eternity."

The Septon stepped back and Leora turned to face Robb, "Look upon each other and say the words."

Leora took a breath and looked nervously at Robb, he was only an inch or so taller than her, so she could easily look into his crystal blue eyes, and he into her emerald ones.

They began, speaking in unison, "Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone… Stranger,"

Then Leora continued, "I am his, and he is mine; from this day, until the end of my days."

The Septon smiled at the pair, "By the old gods and the new, I pronounce you husband and wife, lord and lady. Now join your souls and Houses, with a kiss."

Leora nervously stepped closer, as did Robb.

He bent slightly and she rose to the balls of her feet.

Leora had never kissed a boy before, not really, their lips only touched for a few seconds but she didn't feel an magical tingle like Elyza had said.

It was nice though, and Robb's lips tasted like honey bread.

Then the Sept erupted into clapping, and the Septon carefully unwound the ribbon.

Leora took Robb's hand firmly in hers and they turned to face the crowd.

Everyone was smiling, and Leora felt happy and relieved, she started smiling too.

Robb's hand was warm and the new cloak on her back felt softer, lighter and far more comfortable.

Leora blocked out her golden twin siblings, standing together at the side of the room with solemn faces.

Instead she looked out at her new family, at her future there in Winterfell, and Leora Lannister – no Leora Stark, smiled.

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Leora and Robb led the dancing, she laughed and spun and he was always at her side.

Leora's perfect hair slowly unwound and as the evening wore on it was soon tumbling loose down her back.

Their cloaks were hung on the backs of chairs and Leora and Robb just danced and laughed.

The food was delicious, and though there was but one singer and three minstrels, no fools and no enormous cake, the wedding was a wonderful affair.

Leora was the perfect lady- really she surprised herself.

She danced with every lord and knight, though she always returned to Robb, she was polite and she made jests, she laughed non-stop and charmed all those present.

Finally though, the evening wore on, and behind her smiles and japes, Leora began to feel anxious.

At last there came the cry, "Let us bed the couple!"

It came from a very drunk Ser Mavik, one of the knights in King Robert's party.

To Leora's surprise, it was Cersei who spoke first, "Yes," the Queen agreed, "Also it is past time that the younger ones were asleep. But in the North it is not custom to have a bedding ceremony."

At that there were grumbles and protests from the southerners, but Cersei continued, "Lord Robb and Lord Eddard have both requested that we do not insist upon the… tradition."

Joffrey was looking over at Leora sulkily, no doubt remembering the empty threats he had made to her on the journey.

For a moment Leora thought that he was going to say something, but the prince held his tongue, much to her relief.

"Very well," the King said, standing and looking around the room.

He had wine stains down his doublet, and some disheveled serving girl wrapped around him, yet this time Leora felt no pity for her sister.

"Let the newlyweds go off!" he roared, then laughed and slumped back into his seat, pulling the giggling wench onto his lap.

The chatter and laughing began again, and Cersei stood, leading Myrcella and Tommen away without a second glance at Leora.

Myrcella looked back at Leora with frightened eyes and she gave her niece a reassuring smile.

Leora pushed her hair out of her face and looked at Robb; he took her hand gently and led her across the floor and through the benches.

People grinned and made bawdy jests as Leora passed, but she ignored them and soon reached the doors, Robb let go to pull them open and they stepped outside, the cold air blasting them in the face.

The pair walked in silence, Leora clasped her hands together and looked ahead, her heart aflutter.

Robb had surely… been with a woman before; he was young and very handsome.

Leora felt utterly terrified, she didn't know what to do, what to say, whether she should say anything.

Leora didn't know much even about the actual bedding, only the vague explanations her Septa had given her.

The confident smiling girl from a few minutes before was gone and Leora felt alone and scared; a frightened child, not a woman flowered and wed.

At last Robb reached the door to his chamber, as he pulled it open he glanced back nervously, as if unsure whether Leora was still following.

She was only a few feet behind though and timidly stepped inside.

Robb pulled the door shut with an ominous bang, and Leora felt even more frightened as she found herself trapped between the closed door and the waiting bed.

Leora walked over and sat cautiously on the bed, Robb walked over and sat next to her.

"Have you… Have you ever… been with someone before…?" Leora asked him awkwardly, her voice barely audible.

He turned red and looked at his hands, "Aye, only once." Leora wasn't sure whether that should upset her, or make her feel glad.

Ana, who was apparently an expert in these matters, said once that it was better to have an 'experienced' man.

But Leora couldn't help feeling a tinge of jealousy towards this other girl, whom Robb had clearly laid with, despite their betrothal.

Yet there was nothing for her to do about the matter, Robb was her husband now- but not officially until their marriage had been consummated.

Robb looked across at her, he seemed a little afraid as well, that certainly made Leora feel better.

"Do you know… what happens?" He asked her, and she flushed, nodding, "Yes, I- I think so," though really she wasn't sure at all.

Leora looked up at Robb in fear, she felt relieved beyond words that the Northerners didn't uphold the traditional bedding ceremony.

But it was still necessary to consummate the marriage.

He smiled at her kindly and she tried to smile back.

Gently Robb leaned in, and their lips touched again.

She didn't pull away, and began to relax a little as he moved his mouth around hers.

She was confused when, as her mouth opened slightly, he slid his tongue past her lips.

Leora fought the urge to draw back in disgust, and slowly started to even enjoy the strange sensation.

He gently pressed her back onto the bed, him on top, his tongue dancing in her mouth.

Robb broke off for a moment to pull off his shirt, she ran her hands over his stomach, and he smiled, leaning in to kiss her again.

Leora let herself relax as he gently pulled her gown off her shoulders and down to her waist, not breaking off the kissing.

She pulled her arms out of the sleeves and ran her hands through his thick auburn hair.

He pulled away and quickly unlaced her corset, and then he pulled it aside and slid it out from beneath her.

Leora felt terribly embarrassed as her rather small breasts were bared to him, and she pulled him back down in another kiss so that he couldn't look.

She began to feel a little more daring, and Leora pushed Robb over- she probably wouldn't have been able to if he hadn't turned himself -and sat astride him, her long golden hair flowing down like a curtain to hide their passionate kisses.

She slid the gown off over her ankles and kicked it to the floor, never breaking their touch.

Robb pulled himself up so he was kneeling on the bedcovers, and Leora sat, kissing him as her fingers unlaced his breeches.

Robb smiled and traced his hands along her back, sending tingles up Leora's spine.

She pulled his breeches almost all the way off and then he slid them down himself.

Robb pushed her back down again and ran his hands up and down her body, all the while their lips were pressed deeply together.

Leora felt terribly nervous as his fingers hooked on her smallclothes and slowly pulled them down her legs.

She sat up again and pulled them down herself.

Both were fully bare and they kissed with a fiery love like never before.

His hands began to gently massage her breasts and softly pull on her stiff nipples.

Leora sighed as he moved his mouth away from her lips, down her neck and clamped softly onto her teat.

She was wildly stroking his hair and running her feet up his legs as Robb sucked on her breast.

He pressed her back down onto the bed again, and pulled his mouth away, looking down at her.

He sat above her and Leora looked up at him with fear and uncertainty in her eyes.

"Tell me when to stop." Robb said softly, she nodded.

He gently pulled her legs apart and ran one finger along her sweet wetness.

Then he slowly lowered himself over her and gently brought himself down.

Leora could feel him at her lower lips and as he slowly pressed in she moaned.

Robb reached a barrier, but he kept slowly lowering himself down until it broke.

Leora cried out in pain and tears welled in her eyes.

He stopped and gently stroked her hair, "Are you alright?" He asked, she took a breath and nodded.

Ever so slowly Robb pressed all the way in, their hips meeting.

Then he drew back out again, and back in and out.

She moaned as he pumped slowly back and forth.

Leora scraped her fingernails along his back and he groaned, pushing in and out while squeezing her breast.

Robb started to move faster, and Leora arched her back to take him deeper and harder.

Leora buried her face in his neck to muffle her scream and dug her nails into Robb's back.

As she felt a sensation so unlike any she had encountered before Robb shuddered and groaned, his fingers tugged at her nipples so hard that it hurt her, but Leora though that it was a good pain.

She slumped back onto the bed and Robb slowly pulled himself away and rolled onto his back beside her.

She caught her breath and turned over, meeting his eyes and smiling softly.