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anonwriter27 · 7 years

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Chapter 18 :)

“Is my tie crooked?” Bran asked Jojen, adjusting his tie for the fifth time. “Here.” Jojen said correcting it for him.

“I can’t believe it’s happening, it seems like just yesterday I met Myrcella, now she’s going to be my sister.” Bran said wistfully.

He thought back to the day, remembering the beautiful blonde in her unicorn wellies. The way she grabbed his hand and assured him his brother was fine. Although he barely knew her, he believed her, and he knew his brother would be safe with her. He chuckled remembering Robb’s look of jealousy.

“Less that 6 hours to go.” Jojen smiled.

Jojen remembered how welcoming Myrcella had been. He had never had a boyfriend before Bran, let alone meet the family. Her smile calmed him immediately, she was an outsider like him, and they would stick together.

The pair were grateful to have Myrcella, she could comfort someone and take away all their pain.

“We better finish the decorating.”

………….

“She’s so cute.” Arya said, holding her beautiful niece. “She’ll be a heartbreaker.” Gendry said coming into the room.

He was in his tuxedo and Arya nearly swooned (Arya was not the kind of girl that swooned).

“You look beautiful.” He told her, and he was right. Arya wore a simple dress, the bridesmaids didn’t have time to find matching floor length gowns but Myrcella had insisted they wear something they liked.

She was in a yellow dress with a black collar, the skirt flaring out. She blushed at his compliment.

“I’m glad Robb found her.” Arya said after a few moments of silence.

She thought back to when she first met Myrcella. She remembered thinking ‘dear God’ when she walked into the bar with her bumble bee jumper; but as soon as she smiled, Arya knew what all the fuss was about. They were polar opposites, yet they never ran out of things to talk about. Myrcella made her feel important, when Arya herself felt below average.

Gendry agreed.

He loved his little sister. Everyone had turned him away, the ‘bastard bull’ they would sneer, not Myrcella. She was the first family he had ever had, and he knew she would always be there, this ray of sunshine casting light on every dark corner.

“She’s one in a million.” Gendry said fondly.

………..

“I still don’t see why you get to be best man.” Rickon said crossing his arms over his chest like a child.

“I’m more mature than you.” Jon said smugly. “You mean your old.” Rickon joked. “Do you want me to fix your tie or not?” “Yes, sorry.”

Jon had been correcting Rickon’s appearance for the best part of the morning. Rickon kept trying to readjust his outfit, he would roll up his sleeves or hike up his collar. Jon wouldn’t allow it though.

“Is Myrcella gonna be my sister now?” “Yes she is, problem?” Jon chuckled.

Rickon thought back to the night Robb came back to him. His brother had smiled at him for the first time in years. He owed it all to Myrcella; her quirky style and kind eyes had pushed away the dark cloud that hung over his big brother.

“No, it’s definitely not a problem.” Rickon smiled. “Good, she’ll be a good sister.”

Jon had seen it all from the start; every awkward conversation or look of adoration, he witnessed it. He remembered when Robb had invited her to celebrate with them; his cousin looked so proud of himself. Myrcella was the cause of that, the reason Robb had smiled, the reason he pushed himself, it was all her. He would always be grateful for that.

“Let’s go help Bran and Jojen.” Jon said. “Yeah, we can’t let down my new sister.” Rickon smiled.

……….

“Are you ready dad?” Tommen poked his head through the door. “I can’t get this bloody tie to sit right.” Robert said frustratedly. “Here.”

Robert had come with Tommen, Myrcella deciding she wanted him to give her away, the sign of a fresh start.

“You look good lad.” Robert said. “Thanks dad.” Tommen chuckled, finally fixing his dad’s tie.

He went to leave but Robert stopped him.

“Would you sit with me a moment.” “Of course.”

They sat on the end of the bed, both unsure and a little nervous. Tommen had never really spoken at great length to his father, he had a feeling that was about to change.

“I apologised to Cella, I didn’t show you the same courtesy though.” “Dad it’s fine really…” “No no, I should have. I let you down, in the worst possible way. No number of apologies will make up for that, I know, but I intend to spend the rest of my life doing what’s best for my children. I won’t let you down again son, I promise.”

Tommen was taken back, no one had ever apologised to him.

“I know you will dad, thank you.” He said, holding his dad’s hand. “Cella will be proud of us.” Robert chuckled.

He was right. Robert had always been amazed by how forgiving his daughter was. He had dismissed her, left her to the lions, and she still invited him to her big day. He would constantly tell himself, I don’t deserve her, he believed it, but that was no excuse. Those big green eyes of hers will always be imprinted in his mind, they would forever reassure him that he was worthy.

“Yeah she will be. I’m proud of her too though.”

Tommen had watched his sister stand up again after every beating she took for him. It would have been easy for her to give up, to hand him over to Joffrey, to scream and shout and beg. She didn’t though. She was the perfect amount of both their father and mother, headstrong and poised; she kept fighting when they gave her nothing to fight for. Then she met Robb, someone who would protect her, and take her away from the madness.

“Tommen?” Sansa called out, “Oh! Sorry, I’ll come back later.” “It’s fine love we’re done here.” Robert said.

“Tommen, I was wondering if you could help me with the flowers?” “Of course!” He said eagerly.

Sansa left and he made to follow.

“A word of advice.” Robert said and Tommen whipped his head around to turn to his father.

“Don’t take too long before you ask her out, you’ll never forgive yourself if you miss your chance.”

Tommen smiled, “Thanks dad.”

……….

“I didn’t think there would be this many!” Sansa said.

They were helping decorate the Gods Wood, wrapping wild flowers around the chairs.

“They’ll look beautiful though.” Tommen said encouragingly. “It’s all happening so quickly, I just want to savour it all.” She spoke softly.

Sansa loved her big brother, when he left for war she was heartbroken. She had been so excited when they told her he was coming back, but the reality wasn’t what she expected. She wanted her brother back, not the imposter that never smiled, and turned away from her. It had hurt her, more than she’d ever tell. Then he walked into their home, and it was Robb, her big brother; he smiled at her like he did when she was a little girl. The girl he held on to was the cause of it, this angel sent down to them. Myrcella gave Sansa her brother back, and now Robb was giving her another sister. Sansa felt very lucky indeed.

“Hey Sansa? I was wondering if perhaps you’d umm…. Like to perhaps…umm, go out some time….maybe….”

Like brother, like sister, Sansa thought.

“I’d love to go out with you some time Tommen.” She smiled, and Tommen swore his heart had skipped a beat.

………..

“You look handsome.” Catelyn said. “Thank you.” Robb blushed. “Nervous?” She asked. “A little. Not in a cold feet way, I just want to get this right.”

Catelyn smiled at her eldest child, she went over to him to correct his tie.

“I was so nervous before I married your father. I didn’t eat of sleep for days before the ceremony.”

“Really, why?” Robb asked, falling for Catelyn’s plan to distract him from his nerves.

“I was marrying one of the great Stark’s of Winterfell, our wedding was the talk of the North and Riverlands; it felt like all eyes were on us.”

Robb nodded in understanding.

“None of that mattered though, the minute I saw your father. All the worries I had, the scenarios I’d made up of me falling flat on my face, they all disappeared when I saw him. I looked into his eyes and I was home, the safest place in the world.”

Robb smiled at his mother’s memory.

“Just look at her, and everything else will disappear.” She assured him. “Thank you mother.” “Oh it’s nothing…” “I mean for everything. It can’t have been easy for you, having me for a son, me being in the state that I was. I’m sorry I put you through that, thank you for not leaving.”

Catelyn swallowed the lump in her throat, “Your my son, I’ll always be here.”

They hugged each other, and Catelyn remembered the day she held him in her arms for the first time. He was perfect, this beautiful little boy with his bright blue eyes; she loved him instantly, and she loved the man that he had become, a man like his father.

“Myrcella is going to look beautiful.” He said almost dreamily and she chuckled.

She thought back to the day that sweet blonde girl stumbled into her office. She was a hell of a risk, but seeing how her son smiled, she knew it had payed off.

Jon knocked on the door, “It’s time.” He said.

The three of them headed to the Gods Wood.

………..

“There you go, perfect.” Ygritte said, having finished her hair. “Thank you, it’s beautiful!” Myrcella said.

She was in her dress now, it was flowy and long sleeved, lace trim adorned it and velvet buttons tied it at the back. She was a vision poets wrote sonnets about. Ygritte had placed small white flowers in Myrcella’s hair and it made her look ethereal.

“Will I do?” She turned to Ygritte and asked. “Robb needs to watch out, I might steal you away.” Ygritte joked, and they both giggled.

Ygritte had never had a best friend, she didn’t get on with girls very well and she assumed most guys were only after one thing; but Myrcella, this beautiful and sweet girl had chosen her to be her best friend. She remembered the day Myrcella (quite literally) danced into her life, the way she blushed at every compliment she was paid, or how she never missed a chance to make you feel special. I’m lucky to have her as my best friend, Ygritte thought to herself.

She remembered the day she curled Myrcella’s hair for her birthday meal, and now she was readying her for her wedding day.

They stood in Myrcella’s room, bride and maid of honour, waiting for a knock on the door.

“We’ve come a long way Baratheon.” “Indeed we have, any advice?” “Don’t fuck it up!” Ygritte chuckled, quoting their favourite queen.

Knock knock.

Robert walked in and gasped when he saw her. “You look beautiful sweet heart.” He said, tears in his eyes.

“Thanks dad.” She said, trying not to smudge her make up. “You ready?” He asked. “Don’t let me fall?” “Never.”

The three of them headed to the Gods Wood, Ygritte bringing Bran’s paper fan, just incase.

………..

Jojen switched the music on and Sam Tarly (the officiator) motioned for everyone to stand; all heads turned to the the back of the aisle.

First was Arya, she walked down with Rosie, who was smiling like a Cheshire Cat. The two looked so sweet together.

Second was Sansa. She walked elegantly with her head held high, her purple dress swaying as she walked. She sent Tommen a cheeky wink.

Third was Ygritte, she wore a dark green dress, a striking contrast to her red hair. She not so subtly winked at Jon who blew her a kiss in return.

Finally it was time for the bride. Robb was eager to see her, no one had told him anything about what she was wearing or how she would look. He wanted to see his bride.

Her and Robert turned the corner and everyone gasped when they saw her. Robb watched her walk towards him. This beautiful creature is going to be my wife, he thought. He had never seen a sight so perfect.

“Wow.” Sam said, and bowed his head when he saw Robb and Jon look at him.

She kissed her father on the cheek, and he sat in his seat wiping away his tears; Catelyn wrapped a comforting arm around him.

“Hi.” Robb said. “Hi.” She giggled.

“Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony…” Sam began the ceremony.

Myrcella and Robb weren’t aware of the words being spoken or how long they had been stood there; they were too busy watching each other, counting each freckle, watching each other’s lips, and staring into each other’s eyes.

Sam wrapped a ribbon over their joint hands (they decided to do things the old way).

“Will you please recite the words.” Sam said.

“Father, smith, warrior, mother, maiden, crone, stranger, I am hers and she is mine from this day until the end of my days.”

“Father, smith, warrior, mother, maiden, crone, stranger, I am his and he is mine from this day until the end of my days.”

“I am delighted to pronounce you both, husband and wife. You may kiss the…”

Robb didn’t need to be told, he pulled her in for a kiss so passionate, he had to hold her steady incase she fell over from dizziness.

Everyone cheered and applauded.

“I love you.” He told her. “You have no idea.” She said.

……….

“Shut up and dance with me!” Jojen sang at the top of his lungs.

The reception, although small was hilarious. Everyone danced and sang, and demanded go make a speech after far too many drinks.

Myrcella was dancing with Jon when cover girl came on. He went to excuse himself but Myrcella wouldn’t let him escape that easy! She knew he knew the words, Ygritte had played Rupaul enough times for him to pick it up.

As he twirled her he finally let loose, “Cover girl! Put the base in your walk, head to toe let your whole body talk!” He sang and Myrcella couldn’t help but join in.

The night was full of laughter, even Robert, who had remained sober the whole night, was enjoying himself.

“Mrs. Stark.” Robb greeted her, as he pulled her in for a slow dance. “Why if it isn’t my husband.”

They started swaying to the music, everyone pairing off to do the same.

“Was today all you hoped for?” He asked. “It was everything and more.” She said wistfully and rested her head on his chest.

Myrcella thought back to the day she met Robb Stark, she could have sworn he hated her, every time he grimaced at her outfits she was certain he would fire her. Then he warmed to her, he let her into his world, he told her his story, and he let her love him. Now they were dancing together in their wedding day, blissful in their little bubble.

Arya walked over to them, “I’m gonna put Rosie to bed, she’s looking a little tired.” Myrcella kissed her daughter goodnight and Robb thanked Arya for taking care of her.

Robb watched his wife watch their daughter go. He remembered the day she walked into his room, wearing an outfit she deemed sensible. He remembered the countless hot chocolates she offered, and the way she almost cried when he asked for coffee. He remembered the first time she hugged him and the day he finally kissed her. She never left his side no matter how rude or insufferable he became. She was his everything, the reason he got up in the morning, and she was his.

“How did I get you?” He asked. “I ask myself the exact same thing everyday. I like to think we’re being rewarded for something.”

He smiled at that.

……….

“Again?” “Again.”

Their wedding night had lasted the entire night, neither one ready to go to sleep.

She straddled him, taking him inside her again. She would never get enough of this, the feeling of him inside her, or the way he looked at her.

He thrust in and out of her, enjoying watching her fall apart on top of him. I’m definitely being rewarded, he thought.

He came with a shudder, calling out her name and she fell back on the bed beside him, both out of breath and smiling.

“It’s a good thing Rosie had a babysitter tonight.” Robb laughed. “I know, I don’t want to get out of this bed!” She exclaimed and rolled into his side, he wrapped his arm around her.

“I never imagined this Cella.” “What’s that?” “A happy ending.” “This isn’t an ending Robb, we have far too much to look forward to for this to be an ending.”

He kissed the top of her head. She was right, she was always right.

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youremyonlyhope · 7 years

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Garden of Bones

The semester has started so I haven’t watched GoT in like 2 weeks. But even though it’s 10pm and I have to be up at 6:45, I’m gonna watch an episode.

Harrenhal! That’s new! And creepy. Quarth... was that there before? Or do I just not pay attention? And no Dothraki? Guess Quarth is where Dany is. The Mountain... I’ve heard of him before... Direwolf! Are there more from beyond the wall? Never mind, it’s Robb’s. I mean, Talisa has a point, Robb has not planned far enough in the future yet. “The boy was lucky you were here.” “He was unlucky that you were.” OOOh... I like her. Joffrey, you have literally held Sansa hostage for months, so obviously she knows nothing about whatever Robb’s doing. Stop taking out your anger on her. Your overcompensating. This Joffrey kid is so stupid that he doesn’t realize that the main reason Robb’s letting Jaime live is because Joffrey has Sansa. Killing Sansa would guarantee Jaime’s death. This kid’s beyond idiotic. Tyrion the voice of reason has arrived to call his nephew a half-wit. Thank you. Did the Hound just rip part of his cloak to cover Sansa?... I’m really starting to love him. “Lady Stark, you may survive us yet.” Yeah she will. I mean, I know from spoilers that she will, but still. Oh hey it’s my girl Ros! “Could you hit her?” OH god this kid why.

This... kid... is... an... actual... demon. He’s genuinely demented. He’s genuinely evil. Oh my god. OH. MY GOD.

ROS AND DAISY DON’T DESERVE THIS. Renly’s hand shook the tiniest bit as he grabbed that apple... I love Margaery. Is that a statue of a horse? But what’s on its back? Oh wow I just realized that Baelish hasn’t seen his beloved Catelyn since Ned’s death. EXCUSE YOU, BAELISH. HER HUSBAND JUST DIED, ON YOUR WATCH, AND YOU’RE LIKE “OH HEY BUT LOOK FATE WANTS US TOGETHER NOW” LIKE NO. I WOULD HAVE JUST STABBED HIM RIGHT THEN AND THERE INSTEAD OF JUST HOLDING THAT DAGGER IN HIS FACE. NOW IS NOT THE TIME. I’m glad he brought back Ned’s body. Ok but, Ned’s head was on a stake... so did they take it down? Or is it the body without the head? I know it’s been a few months so it’s just bones, but still, I’d figure Joffrey would want to keep the head of the first man he cowardly had executed as a souvenir. The Mountain? Ok wait, I was thinking of someone else as the Mountain... or is the Mountain the character that’s played by like 3 different people over the course of the show? OOooooh. So this girl’s reciting her kill list. I like it. I was wondering why Arya kept reciting their names; it makes sense now. I mean I don’t deny Stannis’ right to the throne, he’s the real heir, but yeah I agree I’d rather Renly be king over him. Just from stepping forward I feel like I’m gonna like Xaro. Correction: I LOVE Xaro. Please don’t let him have some ulterior motive. I swear, this show has made me distrustful of everyone who isn’t Dany, Jon, or Arya. Ok Qarth is magical. I was wondering why there was so much blood in the puddles... the heads on stakes above them are why. NO NOT MY BABY GENDRY. NO. SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE MY BABY. Ok sorry, who is this random old dude who just came in on a white horse and has good timing???? OH WOW IT’S TYWIN I DIDN’T RECOGNIZE TYWIN. I’M STUPID. IGNORE ME. IT’S BEEN 2 WEEKS AND HE’S ONLY BEEN IN LIKE 2 EPISODES SO FAR. AND THERE ARE SO MANY CHARACTERS TO KEEP TRACK OF AND LIKE 75% OF THEM ARE OLD WHITE MEN. See, you KNOW you’re stupid when Tywin Lannister becomes the voice of reason in a situation. “This one’s a girl, you idiot.” OH my god Tywin how did you know and why did you have to say it out loud and please please please tell me you don’t recognize her as Arya. You’ve never met Arya but please don’t recognize her. Please let Tywin treat Arya well and not figure out who she is. At least Tyrion knows his family’s incestuous ways are wrong. “Have you ever thought what King Joffrey would have to say when he finds out you’ve been bedding his mother?” Yeah. It will confirm to him that he’s Jaime’s son since if his mother’s willing to sleep with a cousin she’s probably very willing to sleep with her brother like people have said she has and then hopefully he will do something stupid that ends up getting himself killed. OOoooooh Tyrion is so smart, blackmailing his incestuous cousin. Yes. Can’t say he didn’t hurt a hair on his head. I see what you did there. UMM... THE RED WOMAN’S PREGNANT? UMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM IT’S ONLY BEEN A FEW WEEKS.

UMMMMMMM. UMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. THAT’S A DEMON. THAT’S AN ACTUAL SHADOW DEMON THINGY. SHE’S GIVING BIRTH TO A DEMON. THERE IS A DEMON. COMING OUT OF HER. CRAWLING OUT OF HER. AND NOW IT’S FULLY GROWN. UM WHAT.

Well. That’s a cliffhanger. Debating it’s it worth it to watch another episode and go to bed after midnight and get less than 6 hours of sleep... hmm...

But seriously. We have had very little supernatural/fantastical stuff happening in this show beyond the dragons and the witchdoctor and whatever anti-Christ-thing Dany supposedly gave birth to. And this is a whole new level. What the hell was that thing!?!?!?

#hope watches game of thrones #ignore me if you want

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