This story is fanfiction of sorts. The Fanfiction is about the game of thrones but in the present time.
What is known about everything of Westeros is no longer. Their are places like Spain, England and more has taken its place.
With that of everyt...
It has been 3 weeks since Eleanor spoke to me. The words she said to me at our engagement stabbed my heart a bit. Is marrying me so wrong? However either me or her can stop this wedding. I have been waiting since she was 16. I finish getting ready in another room while Eleanor got ready in another room as well.
Once I was ready I make my way to the church waiting for my wife to be. Making sure that she does not escape this time around I placed many guards on her, to make sure that she leaves the room and to get to the church without a fighting her future.
In mere many of minutes I see her. My heart skips a beat seeing her in her dress, her father walking down the aisle. The only thing that bothered me was that she did not look at me.
( Eleanor's wedding dress)
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When Eleanor was in front of me I take her hands into mine. She was still not looking at me. This was pissing me off now. Placing that in the back of my mind, we both kneel down for the priest to marry us.
Getting to my vows I say mind with pride finally getting my woman once and all. The priest looked at Eleanor waiting for her to say her vows, she hesitated. I grip her hand reminding her that she better talk.
There was a pause but she started to talk. About time. I have so much patience before I lose my shit.
" I vow to be a honorably wife, to be fair, to be kind, but strong, to the king and all of the northern houses under the name Stark. I vow to love, to heal when sick, to help my husband".
Hearing her speak the vows I was happy that she spoke them but the emotion she had in her voice hurt me.
" Now you may kiss the bride"
Bringing Eleanor's chin up to seal us once and for all. But when I look into her eyes all I see is no emotion, dull, pain and sadness in her eyes. Making me still in my spot. Sighing I gently grab her face to kiss her lips to seal our union.
She is my Queen. I will make her happy. It might take time but I am determined to make her happy. Treat her like a queen that she was born to be. Where she will only help me rule and nothing else, well staying in the bed for a while.
She loved me before I will get her to love me again.
