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The Kingdom holds its breath as the day of greatest union ever seen in the history of Westeros arrives.
Princess Targaryen, second daughter of King Viserys, marries the Lord of Winterfell, unifying the two greatest Houses of the North and the South.
It is said that many came to see this wedding, dragons roared in the night, wolves howled marking a great alliance.
It is said that the ceremony was intimate, with love flowing from both bride and groom
But the most interesting is undoubtedly the night you go to bed.
Princess Nymeria was aged ten and six, Lord Cregan twenty.
Many might say that the bride and groom would have waited until the Princess was ten and seven years old, but Maesters and Mushroom agree that the Princess was a worthy descendant of Princess Alyssa, her grandmother.
It is said that Winterfell Castle was shaken by bedroom noises until early in the morning.
-It's the day ! Talyssa and Rhaenyra shout
All around me, everyone is busy, the servants are opening the luggage, the castle is being prepared for the reception, I am being grabbed everywhere and I don't see Cregan all day. It weighs on my heart a little but I have too many problems to think about it for long.
With my aunt and my sister I organize my outfits, listening to my aunt's advice carefully. My sister and Talyssa weave the pearls and rubies that will style my hair, I watch my aunt explain the duties of marriage to me, I have never been so embarrassed.
-Listen to me Nymeria, she said inspecting my dress, a good husband does not hurt his wife in the marital bed, and I turn purple, he is gentle and loves his wife.
Rhaenyra tenses when she hears our aunt's sideways glance at her. It is true that her marriage with Leanor is not yet bearing fruit, but we cannot ignore my cousin's inclinations either.
-From this union, the Kingdom expects a lot, continues my aunt inviting me to extend my hands, but you must not live only for duty, she smiles at me caressing my hands, enjoy your marriage and your husband my dear cousin .
My heart melts in my chest and without even waiting or thinking I throw myself into his arms, holding him against my heart touched by his words. The words they say now are the words my mother should have said.
-Thank you very much Aunt Rhaenys. I whisper against her
Tense against my embrace, she ended up giving me two pats on the back, then caressing my hair in a motherly way.
-You're welcome, my little cousin, you can count on me.
I haven't eaten since I broke my morning fast, the stress spinning like a ball in my stomach. The guests were arriving, the castle in the North was silent, the old town was becoming noisy and nervousness was playing with my mind.
My dress hangs in front of me, its pure color only increasing my apprehension. I will be married tonight, my cousin Ser Leanor will take me to my husband, and the Gods know I wish it was Daemon.
I turn around watching my future husband's sister Sara come into my room, she didn't knock and her appearance took me by surprise, only I like her comforting smile on her face.
-How do you know I'm thinking? I ask inviting her to sit with me
She sits in front of me placing a large bag in front of us, I observe her for a while seeing a certain fur overtakes it.
-Every bride thinks about her wedding day, I can't imagine what's going on in your head given the stakes.
It is true that my marriage is not just a simple union between two beings who love each other, but it represents the union of the North and the South. This is the only marriage between a Stark and a Targaryen. The children who will emerge from this union will be almost like Gods to the people of the South.
-Don't worry too much, Princess, Sara smiled, my brother has loved you since the day he laid eyes on you. And I can assure you that he is in the same state as you.
My curiosity is immediately stirred and I ask him with my hand on my mouth as if it were a dirty secret:
Surprised by my question Sara remains a little open-mouthed before laughing exactly like Cregan but with a thinner voice. I find myself smiling when I see her laugh, she will be a good friend, everything about her exudes confidence like her brother.
-My Princess, she smiled, trying to stop her laughter, I have never seen him in such a state, he is so confident, yet now he is only nervous.
It reassures me that Cregan is in the same state as me, I don't like being alone with the nervousness. Sara frowns when she sees that I haven't broken my lunch, she advises me to eat, but I explain to her that I can't swallow anything because I'm too nervous.
-You should really eat Princess, Sara points out, but I'm bringing you this, a gift that my brother can't take you.
My heart reacted a quarter of the time hearing that Cregan sent me a gift. I thanked him, opening the bag and my jaw dropped to the floor when I saw it. Beautiful soft white fur, my hand dips into it and I compare it to the clouds in the sky. It is not long dragging on the ground, it is worn on the shoulders.
-She’s beautiful… I whisper
-She is the piece that was missing from your dress. Adds Sara while smiling
-She is.
We stay talking for a long time, and I get to know my future sister, she manages to make me eat which surprises my eldest when she comes into my room. Then Sara leaves, excusing herself to go see Cregan, leaving the women of my House to give me a bath and take care of my hair.
It is at this moment that I understand that evening is falling and that the ceremony will not take long.
The bath as hot as the dragon with scents of roses and spices from Pentos perfumes my skin making it soft to the touch. But I'm not concerned about the softness of my skin, or the noises behind my door, no. I am transfixed in front of my portrait which is reflected in the large glass. My silver hair is tied in a large braid wrapped around my elegantly tied hair, on top the pearls and rubies braided by my sister and Talyssa make it sparkle.
My snow-white wedding dress is decorated with a scaled pattern representing the dragon, its long sleeves have the pattern of dragons and wolves and dragons in silver satin, two brooches close the front of the dress, one Targaryen the other Stark, and the dress flares out from my tight waist. And to top it all off, the beautiful white fur that surrounds my neck and shoulders going down to my forearms and a little down my back.
-Gevis. Someone whispers and I jump
My heart races, my mouth drops open when I see my uncle Daemon leaning against the door with a satisfying smile on his lips. Even before my brain commands it, I jump into his arms, probably surprising him.
-Oh my little adventurer who are you going to fight in this outfit? He mocks, caressing my back
-What are you doing here ? I ask walking away from him
-Aren't you happy to see me? Daemon asks, raising an eyebrow.
-Yes I'm happy, I really am, but you told me that…
-The scholar of Pentos allowed Leana to travel on the back of a dragon with me, my uncle explained to me, I didn't want to take the risk but your father sent me a raven urging me to go to the wedding and take you to your husband, so I spoke to the Lord of the North who swore to keep this a secret until I arrived here.
My jaw quickly finds the floor, so Cregan knew about Daemon?
-You came because Viserys told you to come? I ask playing with my fingers
-No, little adventurer, I came because I had to and I wanted to, it’s me who’s supposed to take you in front of your husband and not Leanor. You are like my daughter Nymeria, without even Viserys' letter I could not have left you alone.
Tears appear in my eyes and a small drop runs down my cheek, Daemon wipes it away with the back of his thumb, a tender smile on his face. Then Daemon will be the one to give me to Cregan, I am overjoyed.
-So cousin Leana is with you?
-Yes, smiled Daemon, she is with her parents going to the Heart Tree.
My throat tightens as I think of the guests heading to the place of the gods for the ceremony. My uncle notices this and comes over to take my hands in his.
-Everything will go well, your future husband is as nervous as you, proof that he undoubtedly loves you.
-Thank you for being here. I sigh looking at him
Daemon smiles fully something rare before leaving me to head towards the package he gave me.
-You didn't open it. Does he notice
-I was waiting for the wedding, I answer, I would like to open it now.
I approach and Daemon hands it to me so that I can open it, I discover the package with wide eyes at its contents. It's not often that Daemon gives me jewelry, he usually saves it for Rhaenyra, but for this day, he gave me a beautiful pair of dragon wing earrings, the gold and the glass shines and sparkles when I hold them.
-It's diamond and gold, I had it forged for you, you will be here with the Starks but I don't want you to forget that you are a Targaryen and that you are the dragon. You are the fire in the winter, you will also be additional security for the North, your children will speak Valyrian and will know their stories, and they will undoubtedly have Dragon and Giant Wolf. But you are still Targaryens, you are a Princess Nymeria, and I am proud of you. You do me honor.
My heart overflows with tears of joy and my hands tremble when I hear it. He brings me support and courage but above all love at this moment when I need it more than anything. I'm ready to take the step, I'm ready to go to my wedding.
The Heart tree in front of me is different from the one in the Red Keep. It is larger, wider, more majestic and its red is flamboyant. But my gaze is not fixed on this God of the Forest, my gaze is fixed on the man below. In his furs, shaved and coiffed, his gaze riveted on me, Cregan stands waiting for me for the wedding.
There were very few guests for the vow ceremony, present from my House, my Uncle and my Aunt Rhaenys and Corlys, my sister and heiress Rhaenyra and my cousin Leanor with them my pregnant cousin Leana and my Uncle who is holding my elbow with honor and emotion. Talyssa is there too, tears streaming down her cheeks causing my body to churn with love. Queen Alicent looks down at me from my sister's side, jealousy and contempt play on her face, but she smiles when our eyes meet.
On Cregan's side, his sister Sara is standing in the front row, with her members of House Bolton and other guests.
With my heart beating I approach Cregan and the big bearded man in front of the tree I jump making Daemon laugh when the ceremony begins:
-Who comes before the ancient Gods this night? Exclaims a big bear man
-Princess Nymeria Targaryen. Presents Daemon with his deep voice barely betrayed by his emotion, She comes here to get married, a true and noble adult woman. She comes to implore the blessing of the Gods, who is there to claim it?!
A quick glint of challenge appears in his eyes and I smile when I see it.
-I, Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, come here this night, before the Gods, to claim this Lady. Who is taking her to me?
-Me, Daemon serves my elbow stronger, Prince Daemon Targaryen who is the uncle and the father. My heart is helped by hearing it.
He lets me go slowly, placing me in front of my future husband, tears wet the corners of my eyes, and my body trembles slightly. I've never felt my heart beat so fast, and when his gaze looks into mine, that purple of ancient Valyria, I know he considers himself my father.
Cregan faces me, our eyes do not leave each other and our hearts undoubtedly beat in unison, he smiles at me and I faint, swallowing back my tears of joy. We turn to the officer of the ceremony who hides a smile under his beard.
- Princess Nymeria of House Targaryen, do you take this man? asks the man
-Yes, a warm smile stretches my lips, I take him for my man.
Cregan holds my hand with his, a happy, joyful smile, he holds it so hard that it warms at his touch.
-So Cregan Stark, take your wife Lady Nymeria now, of House Stark. Said the proud man looking at Cregan
My heart stopped at the contact of his hand on my cheek, the blush didn't even color my face, my gaze fixed on his, and his thumb slowly caressing the corner of my lips.
And this softness that I feel and which envelops me, his lips on mine, the desire to abandon my body in his tickles my stomach as I press again on his lips when he tries to escape.
I force myself to separate myself from him, a playful smile hangs on his face and I roll my eyes, gradually turning red at the few mocking laughs from those assembled, but what makes me laugh heartily is my uncle's grunt behind me who had advanced:
-A little more and I would have ripped it off of you.
Cregan stifles a laugh at Daemon's threatening tone which makes me giggle.
-I present to you, Lord Cregan Stark, and Lady Nymeria Stark!
The party takes place before my eyes, men and women dance, children play and eat and I enjoy seeing my sister and my cousins dancing with Talyssa.
Cregan's hand caresses my thigh hidden by my dress and I tense when his fingers dig into the fabric.
-Your intentions are not subtle my Lord husband. I scoff softly trying to shoo his hand away
Cregan laughed as he drank some of the wine specially sent by my uncle Corlys.
-Did I only want to be subtle, my dear wife. My intentions are clear.
-And shared, I whisper and he almost jumps, I want it as much as you my Lord.
Cregan's intense gaze falls on me and I heat up, if Daemon wasn't arguing with Corlys I think he would have pulled me back. I look out of the corner of my eye at Alicent who is playing with a ring on her finger, Ser Criston Cole is standing behind her making me feel nauseous. His gaze is fixed on Rhaenyra.
-I hope you won't cause a deadly fight tonight, Ser? I address provocatively to Criston Cole
The knight tenses, turning his tongue seven times before answering me, a sideways glance at me.
-What ? I push a little more, You will cause death this evening to be pardoned…
-Nymeria. Cregan whispers to calm me down
-Princess. Alicent hisses
Ser Criston Cole swallows again under my attack but does not respond, giving me a murderous look which undoubtedly attracts Daemon's attention.
I confront him without fear, remembering what he is and what I am. Ser Erryck should be here, but he is with the Queen's children. And a murderer replaces him.
-I will retire to my rooms, Alicent informs, my congratulations again, my Lord, my Lady.
Cregan gets up, but I sit there glaring at Alicent, she waits for me to get up then sighs, turning away from me when she realizes I won't move. She finally leaves the room.
-Was it necessary? Cregan asks, taking my hand.
-She deserves all my contempt, I respond, rolling my eyes, I despise this good woman.
Cregan chuckles as he plays with my ringed fingers, I didn't bring a lot of jewelry with me, but I'll always have my rings.
-I don't think I'll ever get used to it, I raise an eyebrow, your Dragon character. He explains
The fire crackles in the fireplace, the room is a little warm, my gaze is drawn to the eyes, the purple in my eyes must shine. I hold the dressing gown around me, sewn by Sara in the colors of House Stark. My feet tap the ground frantically, my excitement mixing with my fear.
The door opens and closes, its noise doesn't distract me, but the hand that lifts my chin makes my heart race.
-You are beautiful Nymeria, he caresses my grayed white hair, I don't deserve you.
-Oh husband. I whisper in response
I find a way to lay him on the bed, my hand on his chest as I climb on top of him, my legs surrounding his hips, one of his hands on my hip, the other on my cheek.
-I am yours Cregan, entirely yours.
My face leans toward his, our noses touch, and my hair forms a curtain around us. He smiles back, his chest rising and falling against mine. “Ride him, like a Dragon” Daemon had told me earlier, I blushed
But I don't blush with shyness when our lips meet, I sigh with excitement rolling my hips against him as his hand squeezes my neck.
Our sighs and heavy breathing fill the room, my little clothes become bulky, embarrassing, wet. My lips are kissed by his while my hips press quickly against his member which hardens at his contact.
-Nymeria, princess… Moans Cregan as I stand up
The nightgown falls on my shoulders, my breasts poking out into view, my body straightened I ride him like I ride my dragon, his hands on my hips to help me. I feel this heat rising and playing in my body, it burns and transcends, it makes me drunk on him.
-Cregan… I moan, closing my eyes
-No, darling, look at me.
My hips lift as he joins me and my legs tremble at the feeling of fire in my veins. I am trapped in a burning sensation demanding to be released. Little cries escape me as I claw at Cregan's chest, our noises hitting the walls of the room, our breaths in symbiosis.
The knot in my stomach that holds the dam of heat tenses again and again and I cry out when it breaks, my body shaking completely as Cregan holds me in his arms caressing the back of my neck.
My husband curses and grunts, slowly slowing his hips before stopping and catching his breath.
-Everything is fine. He whispers against my ear
-Hm, I'm taking a little breath, yes.
As soon as I respond positively, Cregan turns us so that my back ends up on the mattress, him above me, his hand caressing my cheek, looking amazed.
-I must say that I did not expect that woman, I am pleasantly surprised.
I blush at his playful and completely indecent tone, which makes him laugh loudly. Cregan stands up, his gaze fixed on mine as he takes off the simple clothes he had on him, I don't have time to look between his legs because he is already helping me get rid of my little clothes and the nightgown, I grimace when I feel the wet fabric.
-Is this normal? I ask perplexed watching him put the clothes down.
-Yes, my wife, that shows how much you desire me. He explain to me
-Then I want you very much. I said laughing a little embarrassed
A charming smile appears on her face, my eyes leave the smile to look between her legs and I immediately close my eyes. How can this even fit into me? This defies the science of my works.
I open my eyes with difficulty, losing my footing when Cregan lies on top of me and I feel his penis stretched against my thigh, it's soft and hard, I want to touch it and discuss it, but my breath takes flight when his fingers come to caress a sensitive part between my labia.
-You're so wet, he moaned, pinching my pearl, what do you want, Nymeria?
I can barely breathe, little moans and mewls leaving my lips trying to form a sentence, my hips rolling against his hand the more he strokes me.
-Woman, he stops his movements and looks into my eyes, I need you.
I swallow, I need him too, need him inside me. Need to belong to him. So I grab the back of his neck bringing his lips to mine, the kiss is less urgent, it is more tender, slower and languorous. It represents warm and sincere love.
-I need you, I moan against his lips, I need you husband.
With a low growl, Cregan raises himself up, his lips still connected to mine, his hand slips between our two bodies, and I feel something soft caressing my penis, it was undoubtedly his.
-I have to warn you, princess, it will probably hurt. Whine my husband while positioning himself
-I'm not afraid, I answer, still doubting a little, just keep kissing me.
His lips took me elsewhere, as he fussed between us. They play, peck and suck as I feel the first pressure between my legs, my breath catches. Cregan tenses above me with an almost hurtful growl.
He pushes his forehead against mine a little more, the sire pearling on his face, tense features biting his lip. He is perfect. I run a hand through his hair, breathing through my nose as the pain intensifies.
-Maybe, I'm holding back a little sob, should we go straight away?
-I don't want to hurt you…
I caress his neck, his hair, encouraging him to go, after a deep breath and a tender look Cregan asks:
A soundless cry leaves my mouth, lips open and wide-eyed I hold Cregan against me, pain radiating throughout my body. It was sudden and fast, I feel him all inside me, stretching me, and he doesn't move.
We stay there for an indefinite time without moving, he kisses my tear-wet cheeks, my forehead, my lips, caressing my back and my arms. And then over time, the pain fades, leaving me with discomfort.
-Move, please. I moan while kissing him
Cregan doesn't protest, I feel his hips move in a circle, the discomfort diminishes a little in the face of the movement the strange sensation of burning and heat rises in my stomach.
-Your gaze in mine. Moaned Cregan
And my gaze doesn't leave his, he holds my hip not completely coming out of me before returning, I jump at the sensation, the knot in my stomach tensing, I share his moans and sighs, my embarrassment is present but in the background, I'm obsessed with him.
His pace accelerates and his chest trembles against my hand, my hips find their balance and accompany his hip rolls making us moan out loud. I feel it, this fire that burns my veins is ready to knock me down again, I cling to Cregan with pleasure in his voice.
-Oh woman, he moaned, your eyes, your purple, by the Gods!
I claw at her back as I feel my point of no return, one of Cregan's hands passes between us and I see the stars as she plays with my pearl. Cregan's unmeasured breathing is a melody to my ears, and I feel myself cumming again.
-Cregan! I scream, Husband…
My stomach knots, contractions wrack my body and my head sinks into the pillow as I let myself be ravaged by the sensation of climax, Cregan moans at this, unrestrained, it becomes fast and uncontrolled.
-Woman, he whines, can I? Can I put a… child inside you.
Cregan almost cried out, his cock reaching a depth that made my legs buckle, a warm sensation filling me and I moaned softly at the feeling of his seed. He is against me, full-length, his heart beating as fast as mine, his muscles trembling, a film of heat covering us.
-Thank you husband, I love you. I whisper with tears in my eyes
He stands up weakly, caressing my cheek, his gaze completely dilated. My heart pumps with love.
-It’s me who thanks you, I love you Nymeria.
