Jojen Reed One Shots

The Wedding In White Habour

I held my breath looking though the diamond framed glass of the windows out to the vast blue of the bite. I looked down at my dress of black and red fabrics and embroidery, the colors often associated with my house. The maids just finishing with my hair. I felt so empty so hollow and honestly somewhat abandoned. But I knew my place my father had never made it a secret. As a woman of westeros I knew my place and my duty. I was a pawn for my family to be shipped off to whomever the politics of the realm declared my father had made that no secret. I was to be shipped away to some lord boy to give his family name children, that was my purpose and as much as I hated it I accepted it. There were whispers when I was young that I'd be sold off to the starks given our allegiance to them and their rise as the head house of the north but I always knew I wouldn't be. Even though we were one of the great houses of the north I knew a match with a stark was out of the question. Everyone looked down on us and feared us even if that was somewhat to our advantage. But when I was old enough my match was arranged, it was for a great house, and like I assumed for the politics of the realm and the business of securing favor in the north for my father. I was to be sold off to the reeds Of grey water the southernmost house of the north still sworn to the starks. I didn't like it but I had no choice. I was to marry the son of the house Jojen Reed I'd never met him but I can assume he likely thought much the same about this match as I did. There were rumours once of him perhaps marrying a stark too but clearly that was rumour, I knew like me he'd lost his mother and he too had a older sibling but he a full sister I a half brother. I suppose that would give us some shred of a connection. I hope.

The door opened and my father entered looking me up and down for a moment seeming proud as he saw me he came resting his hands on my upper arms giving my forehead a kiss "you look beautiful" he says

"Thank you father" I nodded

"come on we best not be late" I took his arm and let him lead me though the corridors it didn't help my fears and nerves that I didn't know where I was going given this was not my home but I wouldn't be here for long. It had been agreed when our match was that the travel was too much given I'd be moving to grey water after our wedding so it was agreed we'd come down from the dreadfort and they'd come up from grey water our two houses meeting in white harbor. We're me and Jojen would be married, my family would then return to the dreadfort and the reeds would take me with them back to grey water. I did feel saddened I wouldn't be married in my home but I suppose that's just another thing I have to accept. We stopped outside a large wooden door for a moment while things were prepared my father fixed my hair a moment and for a moment his sternness softened "you know you way home?"

"I always will"

"Good. Never forget your way home" he says "what are our words?"

"Are blades are sharp" I smiled

"Be sharper" he smirked as the doors opened revealing the cold air and the vast open space that lead to a courtyard overlooking the water where all the guests had gathered all of them people of northern family's all here to see the deal between our families my father walked me down at a speedy pace giving me no time to think or to fear leaving me at the edge of the courtyard beside this boy, Infront of the werewood tree, I looked to him taking in everything about him he wore muddy boots, impressive green clothes clearly not made for him as they had been pinned and fixed by handmaidens to fit him the clothes even had a smell of old fabric likely a family item handed down to him rather then making him impressive clothes of his own, he was pale almost as much as I was, a messy mop of blonde hair graced his head.

"Who comes before the Old Gods this night?" The officiant asked

"Y/n of house Bolton comes here to be wed. A woman grown and flowered, trueborn and noble. She comes to beg the blessing of the Gods. Who comes to claim her?" My father asked

"Jojen of house reed heir to grey water. Who gives her?" He asked He didn't even glance at me or offer his hand he just stood their emotionlessly

"Roose of house Bolton. Her father." My father said

"Do you take this man? My lady?" Lord reed asked me from the side

"I take this man" I nodded offering my hand to him he had to be told to do so by the officiant but he offered his hand so I took it gently. We kelt before the tree together as the officiant wrapped a green cloth with black stitching around our joined hands once that was removed we went back to our feet I was nervous as jojne slipped off the section of my dress the black with red workings and of course my house sigil, he then slipped off his own giving it a slight shake as dust fluttered from it a large dark green with his own house sigil slipping or on over me. And that was it. As ceremonious as the changing of a cloak, I was a reed. And of course the feast began so we headed inside. I tried a few times to spark conversation with my new husband but he never spoke to me, barely looked at me just say having wine and occasionally eating. I tried not to worry eating and drinking too in hope to calm my nerves. The feast seemed to last for hours and hours them passing so slowly in the silence.

"I think it's best the newly weds head up to bed" jojens father, halon reed smiled as he came up to us smiling "it's a long was back to grey water so make sure to get your rest my lady"

"I will do my best" I smiled

"Come on" Jojen sighed heading out so I followed him up to a small room the moment we were inside he took his clothes off making me blush a little he was very pale and thin honestly I sort of liked it

"Let me help -" I began trying to touch his clothes but he moved away

"Don't." He snapped as he unlaced his pants

"Sorry I just -"

"Can you just. Silence. Please"

I didn't speak again turning away to start taking off my dress as I slipped it off I turned and saw him already in bed with the covers pulled up. So I slipped off my dress and sent over to the bed "uhhh Jojen?"

"Ummm?"

"We uhh we still have to-" I blushed nervously he turned and looked at me seeming rather unimpressed

"Not tonight."

"Oh?"

"Look y/n I don't like traveling, we've come all the way from grey water. I've got the start of a cold. I'm just not in the mood."

"But it's our wedding night"

"I know. Tell you the truth I didn't want to go though with it. My father made me." He says "nothing against you personally y/n. I mean never even met you. I'm just not in the mood okay"

"Okay. I guess" I said slipping on a nightie and getting into bed "maybe tomorrow night?"

"Maybe"

"Is there anything I could do to help?"

"Just let me sleep y/n" he says turning away

"Alright. Goodnight Jojen"

"Night y/n"