You became an orphan, niece to the King, you soon find yourself living in the Red Keep, and surrounded with more vipers than dragons. So he betrothed you to a recently widowed Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.
And you found...
Warnings: Cursing, medieval and asoif customs, AGE GAP, Cregan is 12 years OLDER than reader), a liiiitle angst, a liiiiitle fluff, might miss some warnings
Notes: HAHAAAA they are just two babies trying to do right by the other. This is a pretty tamed chapter.
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As you were sleeping peacefully, you were awakened by the door opening, you jumped and sat on the bed, covering your almost transparent night shift with a wolf fur. And there he was, Cregan, this time, he was only wearing a long sleeve black shirt and leather pants, and he looked so handsome
"I was an idiot!", he claimed
"You are not an idiot my lord, why would you think that?", you asked
"How could I ever leave you alone on our wedding night? My beautiful bride!", he said over excitedly, walking towards the bed, he leaned in and encased your face with his big hands, and then he leaned in and kissed you tenderly, and also passionately, you couldn't identify what passion might feel like, until you felt butterflies in your belly.
"I'm going to make you mine", he whispered against your lips, "I'm going to give you my children, would you? Would you have my children my sweet princess?", he asked and you nodded enthusiastically
"Yes!" You said excitedly, "I'll give you babies!", he chuckled against you lips, he separated from your and took his shirt off and then, he ripped the furs off the bed to uncover you, and jumped all over you, taking your lips in his with hunger, his hands traveled south in your body, arms down towards your hips and waist, you felt his hands everywhere his lips ledge your mouth and traveled down your cheek to your jaw, drawing lazy kisses, and then his wet lips arrived in your neck, to a certain point that made you see stars as you closed your eyes.
And then....
AND THEN
You woke up with a gasp, so hot you were sweating, the fire still lit up and furs covering you. You were gasping, trying to regain your breath, and you felt so uncomfortable between your legs... you couldn't quite pinpoint it
But you got cold pretty quickly...
Cregan had rejected you, he didn't bed you, he didn't take you. He didn't plant his seed, he didn't give you his children...
And you felt that sixteen year old all over again, but now, it was your husband who didn't want you.
You drew a shaky breath, thinking about how you were going to explain it to the people, did you have to anyways? Where was Cregan now? Should you go down to the hall to break your fast? How could you face him now?
You didn't now what to do.
Based on the position of the sun and the noises coming from the courtyard you guessed that it was an adequate hour to rise from the bed.
