[Musebox] - An Arranged Marriage

[thekittenqueen]

Set after this.

[Somehow Robb had defied her expectations and kept his word about the marriage. Despite what his council had said and his mother had feared, he had pressed on with the alliance. Strangely, it was the people that seemed to rejoice publicly once the news had leaked (though the source was never found.) She'd always been loved and admired by the populace, but it was the first time that it had been displayed before the Starks.

It was comforting, showing that she had value...beyond financially.

The Tyrells were naturally pleased at the match, offering more than a generous dowry. Harvests, money and men were given to the Starks, a small price compared to their sudden rise in favor.

Margaery had accepted it all in silence, coming whenever summoned by Robb and offered him a gentle ear and pleasant conversation. Despite the time they passed together, they had not yet breached the walls raised between them. They were unfamiliar to each other, strangers, yet soon they would wed. Sooner than they had imagined.

When the day actually arrived, Margaery felt out of sorts, lost in a daze. Once more she was placing her head on the block. She was going to be a queen again, facing discord and suspicion once again. As she approached the godswood, she found herself wondering about the man that Robb Stark truly was. She had seen the King and the shadow of his father, but who was the man? Who was he going to be when they were alone in his rooms?

She looked calm and collected, but inside, she was apprehensive and uncertain. Everything was out of her control...him and their marriage. She never had lost control before, but somehow, it was wrestled away from her.]

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[thekittenqueen]

[She could recognize the signs that he was near to coming. The way that his body tensed inside of her, the frantic thrusts that were losing a basic rhythm and were becoming desperate. She was careful to mask any moans of frustration, not wishing to put him off or embarrass him. It was to be expected for his first time and she knew too well how easily an ego could be bruised over such a thing.

She had certainly felt like a fool her first time as well.

As he gasped, his body rigid as his orgasm raced through him, she held tightly to him, embracing him lovingly. She kissed his shoulders, caressing him tenderly. She could manage without achieving her own ends, wishing instead to make this moment as special and pleasant as it could be for him.

In either case, the marriage was no consummated.]