Cregan Stark x fem!reader ₊ read part one
tags. [nsfw] no smut but mentions of breeding, arranged marriage, fluffy, mutual pining, happy ending. (requested)
Despite the feelings of unworthiness, she had to admit that it was a beautiful life. It exuded purpose. The Princess had made a habit out of accompanying her husband to duty. Cregan, understanding and indulgent as he was, usually let her do whatever she wanted.
He initially was a little hesitant, specially before they visited The Wall together for the first time.
And so, the training began. As soon as Cregan mentioned his intentions, his wife’s head perked up and her eyes sparkled. The Princess had always wanted to try the sword, although she later admitted to him that this desire was based solely on the fact that she wasn’t allowed to, but her brothers were.
Cregan was a great swordsman, but even he couldn’t fix her inability to yield any type of knife with any sort of efficiency. Instead, he taught her how to use the bow and arrow. If she wished to accompany him, he said, she ought to learn how to defend herself.
The Princess felt rather deflated after her futile attempts at the sword, but as soon as her new training began, all the shame was forgotten.
Stark carefully positioned himself behind his eager wife, trying to stop thinking about the way her ass was pressed against his crotch, failing to stop his pants from tightening around his cock. He guided her hands with tender precision.
His voice, unusually soft and unsteady as he adjusted the Princess’s stance, his fingers lingering over her body longer than necessary. “Relax your grip,” he murmured.
The Princess could feel the skin of her neck come alive against her husband’s warm breath, and a shiver ran through her spine. Somehow, his touch both was both grounding and profoundly exciting.
Time and time again, his wife would land the arrow shy away from the target, and then she would turn around to face him, with a wide grin adorning her face. And time and time again, he would speak words of encouragement, urging her to continue practicing. In all earnestness, his wife was rather talented with the bow, but he couldn’t get enough of their archery lessons. The air between them felt like an unspoken promise, and her touch and excitement was nothing if not addicting.
Regardless of her knowledge on the myths, nothing could have prepared her for its greatness.
It was a colossal fortification that stretched along the Northern border, separating the realm from the domain of the wildlings who live beyond. The majestic Wall was made of solid ice. It was supposedly constructed using both magic and mundane means eight millennia ago
After talking to his advisors and the Lord Commander, he found his wife trying to hit different targets down at the patio, all while hearing the stories of the men’s lives. Laughter and chatter could be heard all throughout the Shadow Tower. He smiled. After all, he couldn’t blame them. The Princess was a beautiful, charming woman. And, he probably looked just as boyish and excited when he was around her.
After noticing how smoothly things had gone the first time, she had begged her husband to take her there more often. She enjoyed drinking with the men and hearing their stories. After all, no matter how tragic, or violent, they all found solace in the camaraderie of the night watch.
Cregan, of course, indulged her. His excuse for it was that she was good for morale.
But it wasn’t only the unexpected softness of it all that had changed her. Her recent devotion to her new life also came from less honorable sources.
Since the royal couple had yet to be able to produce an heir, they had the most pertinent excuse to go to bed together as frequently as they could. At first, she was exasperated at her husband gentle manners. He refrained himself from fucking his wife daily. He argued that he wanted to protect her body from soreness and a lack of libido. So they only became intimate a few times a week. The Princess begged him until she had her way. She talked about the necessity of producing an heir, about the urgency this trying times presented to them.
The Lord of Winterfell never called her by anything other than title, even in bed. Despite this, she could almost feel his desire for intimacy hidden between every encounter. It went far beyond the efforts of procreation; They were long shifts, filled with laughter, moans, and sweat.
She could not yet explain the intoxicating feeling of the sweet, warm cum of his husband slightly dripping out of her pussy, falling down to her ass. It was pure bliss to her.
The best part of those nights, however, were that it absolve them of the expected stoicism; they could just lay together, hugging one another, feeling the warmth of their skin melting away with the night.
The next few weeks were spent between stolen glances and held breaths. The Princess prayed at night for her husband to remember the occasion, and Cregan was struggling to foresee his wife’s reaction towards the unexpected, gentle gift.
When the day finally came, Lord Stark approached his wife with a boyish, timid grin adorning his face. He was holding something behind his back, and she thought he looked extremely endearing, almost innocent. He carefully showed the gift to his wife, without saying a word, his eyes transfixed in the stone floor.
A smile appeared immediately on her face as she opened the small wooden box with all the care in the world. She was astounded to find a beautifully lavish ring staring back at her. It had clearly been handcrafted, polished with care, and the stone was of her favorite shade of red.
Her eyes sparked with excitement, before being quickly being put under control as a peculiar sight danced before her. That of the wife of the Wolf of Winterfell, sitting alongside austere lords, banner men and counselors late into the night. What would they whisper behind her back?
“Oh, you,” the woman took a quick glance at the beautiful stone before averting her gaze from the temptation, “, shouldn’t have. I do not know if it’d be appropriate to wear around court”
He said her name with a tenderness she had not known until then, “You are my wife. Part of this House. You ought not to punish yourself by avoiding innocent pleasures”
Carefully cupping her face with his hands, for just a moment, all he could think about was the soft feeling of her tender skin against his hardened palms. Lord Stark couldn't help but noticed a sense of disappointed, situated deep in the pit of his stomach. She had, after all, rejected his gift, even if he understood the sinless frustrations from which the dismissal came from.
Cregan rested his forehead against hers as he murmured, “I do not wish for you to lower your standards just because I am not quite fit to meet them”
She laughed, ignoring the pinch of sadness she felt. Did her husband really think she was that superfluous?. The Princess caressed his hand as she laughed and raised her gaze to meet his own, “You don't understand, husband. I am raising them.”
Mildly, he raised his eyebrows and for a moment said nothing. Until that very moment, he had not yet noticed how tender they were being with each other. His chest expanded with a warm, fuzzy feeling that, for a second, made him feel eternal.
He smiled, and his breath shakes while whispering her name as he put the ring on her finger.
“I love when you call me by my name” she said, stumbling into his chest, “You say it like you think you are doing something wrong.”
Cregan was taken over by a whimpered, a sense of need that he could no longer ignore. Before he knew it, his hands were already tangling in his wife’s hair. Desperately pulling her in for a kiss. Despite their inexperience, the kiss was filled with certainty, and a need of taste. They sloppily crushed against each other, finally being able to release all the tension of guarded secrets. Between sealing kisses, bites and desperate tasting each other's neck, they told one another how they really felt.
Notes. The writer's block is finally melting away!. And my friend's idiot father finally got her out-of-town, so the kidnapping threats are futile, and she's finally safe!!.
I'm sorry for disappearing for so long, anon. It has been ages, but I'm so glad you requested a second part, it was so fun to write.
Anyway, as usual, take care of one another,
cregan taglist. @damneddamsy
