Duty
Media - Game Of Thrones Character - jojen Reed Couple - Jojen X Reader Reader - Y/n Stark (Red hair fitting book descriptions) Rating - Sad / Dramatic + Smut Word Count - 3185
I remember feeling as though I had been frozen solid, every inch of me shivering uncontrollably. I was wearing the most exquisite gown, made of a luxurious grey fabric that was woven with delicate threads of silver. The gown's cloak was a masterpiece, embroidered with bright red leaves that represented the heart tree and the old gods of Winterfell, in honour of my father and the Starks. The branches of blue, symbolizing the rivers and streams of Riverrun, were a tribute to my mother and the Tullys. The cloak gracefully fell into the midst of the northern snowstorm.
The intricate braids and knots weaved throughout my red hair were adorned with tiny iron beads. Additionally, a stunning crown of blue winter roses sat delicately atop my head. As the snowflakes began to fall and float around me as if the world had stopped just for me.
I stood there, my hands began to tremble. It was a moment that I knew I would never forget. My father took my hand in his my skin felt the chill of his leather glove and the fur of his cloak, I didn't turn to look at him afraid if I did my face would simply give me away.
I didn't want this, not in the slightest. But I understood my duty to my family. So I did as my parents asked even if it broke me. My father began to lead me through the snowy godswood for a moment my feet refused to move, my father sighed a moment before his hand graced my cheek forcing me to see his war-torn face, my Y/e/C eyes stared up at him and suddenly I felt like a little girl asking to go up on his shoulders one last time. His eyes were weary and tired and suddenly I felt so spoilt, so childish. I tipped my head to bow to my lord father and a smile cracked across one side of his mouth, he pressed one final kiss to my forehead.
He then squeezed my hand and led me through the godswood.
My eyes were transfixed on the horizon as the sun began to set. The sky was a canvas of colors, with hues of orange and purple that blended seamlessly together, creating a breathtaking sight. The clouds appeared as if they were lit on fire by dragons, with the colours of the sky reflecting upon them and casting a warm glow. The snow clouds seemed to be dancing in the wind as if they were alive and celebrating. The ground was covered in weeks' worth of snow the ground below was frozen as hard as stone. The godswood filled with those I had known all my life in Winterfell, the path I walked with my father lined by staff and lords I had almost known like family all of them in their dark clothes and furs to keep out the cold each of them held a torch to fight away the night. I walked without a word, without a thought knowing if I started thinking about anything I would begin to cry.
My eyes caught the visiting royals the king and his family, they all seemed to look uninterested in the proceedings the younger children bored and shivering in the cold. The king however looked at me with a distance to his eyes but a smile on his lips, I had always thought of him as an uncle so I dipped my knees as I passed them and he nodded his head to me.
As we walked on I was met by my family and I tried not to cry, to do my best to save face for them, My eyes first met my bastard brother Jon who gave me a faint smile, trying to cheer me up. Then my older brother Rob who looked angry almost avoiding my eyes, was against all of this though I was still a child and far too young for all of this. My sister Sansa looked at me with sisterly joy but also a side eye, jealous of my dress and of my wedding in the godswoods as she would be married in the sept in Kings landing in a few years. My sister Arya looked up at me almost confused, seemingly angry but I knew why she didn't want this fate for me or herself even if I'm sure one day she may learn to accept the duty of a lady as I did. My brother Bran looked at me with a tremble to him he was old enough to understand these things to an extent and he knew there was nothing either of us could do to prevent it. And little Rickon stood crying into my mother's skirt, he was not old enough to understand all he knew was that I would be leaving and there was a good chance… he might never see me again, or if he did it would be years between visits.
As I passed him I tussled his hair trying to cheer him up even if I felt like crying myself.
Before I could take my hand away my mother took it in hers, and our eyes met. And for a moment there were a thousand words between us, we had so rarely seen eye to eye on anything in this life but for a moment it was as if we had always agreed. She squeezed my hand and pressed a small kiss to it, she curtsied to me slightly before she let me go. I did so back and continued the walk the tree now all of my view with its snow-white branches, blood-red leaves, and the face with eyes that seemed to watch my every move.
Beside the tree stood my betrothal, the boy I had known I was to marry since the moment I was born, neither of us had a choice, an opinion or an option in this matter. It had been decided far above our heads, but it is our duty whether we like it or not.
My father squeezed my hand and handed it over to this boy, I froze up feeling the warmth of his skin, and for the first time, I looked at him.
He was taller than me, with a short mess of blonde and brown hair, he had a youthful face and brown eyes, he wore clothes of marshy green and black a cloak of fabric leaves and moss as if a creature of the mud that had crawled out moments before our wedding.
Without another word our wedding began, I felt like crying but I had no choice, our hands were bound and the words were spoken.
"I- I take this woman," he nodded his voice sounded sweet,
"I take this man," I forced the words from my lips,
We knelt in the cold snow and I bowed my head low trying to hide my shivering tears, moments later we rise we met eyes again and he seemed somewhat remorseful, he pulled my cloak from me and left me for a few moments to shiver before it was replaced with another, the marriage cloak woven with the signs of both our families a true fabric of our union. A link in the tree branches between the Starks and Reeds.
Applause erupted from the godswood. But I Had never felt so alone. I felt as if everything I knew had been taken from me, all the history of my family now seemed like memories, knowing I was not a Stark. Not anymore. I was Wife to a Reed, I would be Lady of Greywater and the marshes, my children Reed's blood of moss and mud.
But I pushed such thoughts away and just did my duty, he looked at me nervously and fearfully as unsure about the future as I was, but I think his concerns were of a closer future as his hands trembled and shivered, his lips opened and his voice made a sound of confusion and concern before he finally moved his hands first went to my waist and he tried to lift me over his shoulder however that wasn't going to happened he was not strong enough to even get me off the floor, the second try he attempted to grab me from under my thighs wrapping both his arms there and trying to lift me up which did work but he soon dropped me again before we even took a step his hands, unfortunately, snapping away given as I fell his hands went from under my thighs to my ass
"sorry." He quickly said,
I could hear people snickering and holding back their laughter,
"Just lift her boy!" The king yelled, causing many to break their laughs,
I sighed and took his hands helping him putting one hand on my waist and the other under my knees, he nodded and quickly lifted me into his arms, he let out a breath as he held me his arms already trembling as everyone began to applaud and celebrate.
Jojen quickly walked through the snow, rushing as he was struggling to hold me in his arms. And the moment we got inside he dropped me down again.
The feast went off nicely people often came to give us sweet words and gifts I did most of the thanking and such and Jojen merely sat without much of a word. Often I watched our fathers, both our fathers and the king sat at a table sharing ale and wine talking of their days as boys together like brothers and how they thought side by side in the rebellion. It occurred to me that, the rebellion sparked many things in this world, how much of the course of events was forever changed by it. Without it, Robert wouldn't be king, without it families and alliances would be different, and without it, Jojen may never have married. Our union was placed on the table after their war, the idea to join the families together so they may be as true brothers. At first, it was planned for the king to marry my aunt but such things were not to be.
The deal now stood that Howland Reed's son Jojen and I a daughter of Ned Stark would be married, in a few years once both were of age My sister Sansa would marry King Roberts's son Joffery. And the plan was that our children would in some way be joined depending on how the genetics fall and the world at the time.
As the night grew later my concerns only grew more intense. I knew what tonight would bring and I was getting scared.
"It is time, for the newlyweds to head their way to bed." The king laughed very drunk as he raised his glass, the hall erupted with cheers as all knew what was to come next. "Now for the final question, shall the newlyweds walk to their bed or shall they be carried?!" he laughed and more cheers erupted, I looked to my father and I pleaded with him but he knew there was little he could do if the king demanded it, I looked to my mother to plead but she was busy with my younger siblings who all wanted to get to bed, so in my desperation, I looked to Jojen. To my new husband. And I pleaded with him.
"Jojen, please."
He met my eyes and he nodded, he stood up and adjusted his clothes, "I- I thank you my king for your aim to savour in tradition… However I- I would like to… engage in such joys myself."
"Good boy!" Howland cheered,
Many were disappointed but I was thrilled, jojen offered his hand so I took it and we said goodnight before we sheepishly left the hall.
I sat on my bed trembling nervously, I wore my nightie as I sat on the bed waiting knowing what was to happen, Jojen changed and came over in only a pair of dark green leather pants laced up tightly.
"Ughhhh hi…" he spoke up,
"Hello," I tried to smile,
"So… we need to uhhh…"
"Yes, it is our wedding night. I will do my duty to you Jojen."
He nodded, "Our duty," he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "Let's just get this over with."
I nodded and did my best not to cry, he leaned over me his hands on the bed as I laid down on my back, he loomed over me for a moment our eyes unable to move from one another. We both trembled and shivered. His hands move to the hem of my nightie sliding his hands across my skin as he pushes it up until it reaches my mid-thigh and he stops and gets off the bed pacing around the chamber.
"what is it?"
"I- Forgive me my lady but I-"
"Jojen," I began taking his hand and softly pulling him to sit beside me on the bed, "I am your bride, please… what is wrong?"
"I- I feel like I can't do this."
"Why not?"
"I know, I must do my duty to you. To be your husband and be an honour to our families I- I simply feel as if I am incapable of doing so."
"I see." I nodded, "Is it… me?"
"No! No no no!" He said squeezing my hand, "It is not you, Y/n, it's me it's anxiously me. You are very sweet, and you've been very kind, and you are very, beautiful it is not that I feel incapable of doing my duty to you… because of you."
"Then, is it… your preference?"
"my preference?"
"Well… when at a feast, there are those who most enjoy roast duck, and there are others who most enjoy roast pig. I enjoy roast pig, but most men greatly enjoy roast duck… but do you perhaps prefer roast pig? as I do?" I asked delicately,
"I… I do not have a preference" he said, "I think it's simply that I… have not tried anything at the feast."
"Ohh I see," I nodded, "I must be honest, neither have I. I have not tried anything at the feast however I know my preference is for roast pig even without trying the duck."
he nodded, "I uhh I do admit the duck seems most preferred to me too even without trying it,"
"Is it then… that you, simply are not hungry? to have never sampled anything of the feast?"
"No. No, I uhhh I am… very much… Hungry." He nodded,
"As am I." I nodded, "Then what is it?"
"It is simply never having… tried anything." he explained, "My father insisted given my betrothal to you that… such things could not be tried. So… this is my…"
"I understand," I nodded, "You do… know how the act is done?"
"I… I know. just… a bit nervous to us do so."
"I admit, I am nervous too Jojen."
"I uhhh… I don't want to hurt you."
"You must do your duty," I nodded, "as I must do mine."
He nodded and helped me to lay back down, he leaned over me and I could see how scared he was, but I imagined I didn't look much better.
"Please Forgive me, Y/n…" he whispered,
I nodded and he very quickly pushed my nightie up to my waist, his hands trembled as he unlaced his trousers, I didn't look I just stared at the stone ceiling and opened my legs, he took himself in his hand and tried for a good minute or two to make himself hard but it wasn't really working, causing him to grunt a little in frustration.
"Here. I'll help." I sat up a little and replaced his hand, immediately I panicked… ohh no. That's uhh bigger than I expected. But I did my best to smile and stroke him gently with my hand which seemed to get him hard enough,
"Thank you, Y/n,"
"You're welcome," I blushed laying back down,
he moved closer before he began to guide himself in, I did my best not to say anything given how much it hurt, he had to stop halfway to pull out and spit on himself for some kind of lubrication which when he went back in made it hurt much less, he began to move without a word and I did my best not to think about it much at first, it was strange and painful and awkward I knew I was bleeding as he took my maidenhead, in my mind I merely kept thinking that this was my duty. It's all it was just duty as his bride. That this will be my life until I push out an heir.
Slowly I became content with this as the pain slowly faded as I got more used to it,
"I- I'm not sure how much longer Y/n -"
"It's okay," I nodded,
"Are you sure? You don't seem… happy… or comfortable… I'll stop if you-"
"No, no we… must do our duty,"
"We must…" He nodded, "But… I do not want to be cruel Y/n."
He gently helped me to wrap my legs around his waist letting us move at a slightly new angle and I admit it felt a little better, he moved a hand down to rub on my clit softly with made my eyes wide and I gasped,
"Oh…"
"That okay?"
"Yes…" I nodded, "How uhh how do you-"
"I uhhh… I listen to a lot of the lords in the neck talk about stuff like this."
"Good you listened then," I chuckled,
He did too and got a little faster the bed creaking under us I struggled not to make any noise as it became somewhat enjoyable and pleasurable until he suddenly bit my neck and his hips stopped I felt the strange sensation of his seed filling me for a few seconds before he pulled back from my neck gasping hard, "Uhhh I uhh sorry I-"
"It's okay," I nodded,
He nodded and pulled out laying down beside me, for a moment we lay in silence until he spoke. "our duty is done for tonight,"
"It is." I nodded, "For tonight, I shall continue to do my duty until I can provide you an heir."
"…thank you, Y/n, I know this… isn't what either of us really wanted but, I swear I will do my best to be a good husband to you,"
"Thank you Jojen, I will do the same in turn."
"I admit… I am excited to have a child with you,"
I blushed a little, "I admit, I think it will be sweet,"
"Do you think… you could ever learn to love me?"
"I am sure I could," I nodded stroking his cheek and connecting our lips, his eyes went wide a moment before he melted into the kiss and began to kiss me back, we kissed sweetly and softly for a good while until he wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed himself closer, his hand slipped down to tap on my hip, I nodded and he moved back to being ontop of me he squeezed my thighs as he wrapped them around his waist once more…