The Wedding [3/3]
Pairing: Rhaella x Rickard
Summary: It was finally the wedding.
Notes: Finally, the wedding.
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Rhaella stood and she immediately passed her hand over the skirt of her dress, doing her best to do away with whatever wrinkles that she might have gotten as she was sitting with her grandfather. She turned to see her grandfather smiling indulgently at her, she blushed.
“Are you ready to be married, little dragon?”
Her grandfather spoke as he offered his arm. Rhaella took took it, nodding happily. “I am.”
“Then, let us not make your wolf wait.”
They walked out of her chamber, she let her grandfather cross the door first, she followed and Ser Duncan walked last, closing the door behind him. Rhaella took her grandfather’s arm once more, and they began to make their way through Winterfell, their destination was the Godswood. They spoke of this and than, she realized that her grandfather was doing the best to keep her from getting nervous, and she was thankful for that. Truth be told, she was just a little nervous. Sure, she was ready to finally be wedded, but that didn’t mean that her nerves would magically disappear.
Rhaella walked through the halls that had become her home, heart thundering inside of her chest. These past years, she had found a home, a family and love. It was not something that she had been expecting, she had always known that she would likely not marry for love, her parents would not allow it, even if they had done so themselves, but with her grandfather’s intervention, she had been sent away to a strange place filled with strange people. And those people welcomed her, they treated her well and cared for her and they had grown to love her. She had grown to love them too.
Rickard was someone she had not expected, he had been stiff and formal. But he was a man of honor, and fortunately for her, he was open to getting to know her. He had never once complained about their betrothal, at least it never had reached her ears. The love that had blossomed between them had been one that had grown in years, they had not rushed; it was something that was natural.
Rhaella knew that she was very lucky, not many women married people they could at least be friend with. Her goodsister being one of those, her brother was vain and self centered, and she only hoped that Lianna would have friends around her to support her, specially now with the baby. But she? She was lucky, the man she was getting married, was one who liked her, who was a good friend and one who loved her. She could tell, whenever they could sneak some kissing, there was a passion that simmered beneath that facade of indifference he often wore. It was a passion that matched her, she could feel the heat coming to her face at the thought that, from a few moments on, she would be able to unleash within the bonds of wedded bliss.
Her grandfather squeezed her arm, “It’s time, little dragon,” he spoke softly bringing Rhaella out of her mind.
It was true, they were at the edge of the Godswood and Rhaella stood taller now, she lifted her chin and took a deep breath and began making her way to the Heart Tree where her husband-to-be waited. There was people all over the woods, fortunately, the Godswood was big enough to fit those who had come to witness their wedding, she smiled to people as they passed them. People would bow their head to her and her grandfather.
And then, Heart Tree came to her line of vision, and there, beneath it, stood the officiant and Rickard. Rhaella felt her heart skip a beat when she saw her soon-to-be husband. He was finely dressed in several shades of gray and white, everything was clearly new and he had even trimmed his beard, it was done in the way she had always told him looked best. His cloak was thick and with fur. The cloak that she would soon be donning.
When Rickard saw her, she watched as his eyes brightened. Rhaella knew then, and there, that this was the man she would grow old and die with.
They walked until they were standing side by side with Rickard. Rhaella smiled at her betrothed, and he smiled back at her, and they looked into each other’s eyes. Around them, people whispered, but she found that she didn’t care what they said, she was too happy to care. Let them know this was a marriage out of love.
The man in charge of the ceremony started, but Rhaella and Rickard only had eyes for one another. She would swear that the voice was coming from far away, she felt like she was in a dream and only had eyes for Rickard.
Her grandfather coughed to get her attention, and Rhaella blushed, and moved to allow him to remove her own cloak. She was getting married, but she would always be a Targaryen. She smiled at her grandfather and he smiled back at her, then she turned to look at Rickard. They said their vows looking into each other’s eyes.
Rhaella had never been gladder that Rickard was taller than her, than in the moment when he had to put the Stark cloak over her shoulders. The fur in it tickled her face and she giggled. Rickard smiled at her as he pinned it carefully.
Once it was done, the officiant declared them wedded and said they could kiss, they both leaned forward. Rickard’s lips met Rhaella’s, soft at first and then they allowed themselves a moment of passion and only parted when the wolf whistles and cheers grew too loud.
Rickard offered his arm and she took it. Rhaella knew she was beaming as they walked back to Winterfell’s grand hall. “We are married,” she spoke out loud.
“We are. Finally.”
Rhaella turned and looked at her husband, her Rickard. “Our story is just beginning, this is the making of a new song.”
“Ever the romantic.”
“Yes, and you can’t blame me, I got my noble husband and we are just starting our life together. And I am very happy, so happy!”
“I am happy too,” Rickard said as they took their seats on the high table. “Come wife, it’s time to eat and then dance and then…”
“We’ll make our escape.”
“That too,” Rickard laughed.
The dinner was too long in Rhaella’s opinion. She was not one for being twitchy and jumpy, but she had waited for so long to be married and now, like a greedy woman, she wanted to be alone with her husband at long last. She kept reminding herself that she was a born princess, now a lady of another house and it would not do to be twitchy. So, she smiled and talk and eat, she laughed at the joked and blushed and thanked all the toast and cheers made in their honor.
When the musician started their songs, they danced in each other’s arms. And then with their families and finally with those who asked for a dance.
It was after a while, when people were distracted, they looked towards the high table and Marna smiled and nodded. Her grandfather also winked at them, and they danced and dancing they made their way to the entrance of the hall and from there, they rushed before anyone could stop them.
They reached their bedchamber, and Rhaella laughed when Rickard swooped her in his arms and somehow, he still managed to open the door without problems. “Welcome to our bedchamber, my Rhaella.”
“Our bedchamber,” Rhaella said in a small voice. “Finally.”
Rickard placed her down gently. “Finally.” He agreed. But he still stopped from removing his clothes or hers, “But we have time, if you’re not ready.”
“I am ready,” Rhaella’s voice was firm. “I want to be a wife and I want my husband in my bed, because I am a greedy dragon.”
Rickard laughed, “Very well, greedy dragon, shall we?”
Rhaella grinned and with a swift movement, she removed the cloak and her jewels. The cloak fell on the floor, her jewels she placed next to the bed. And she walked towards Rickard, who opened his arms and closed them around her, she stood on her tip toes and kissed his lips gently. “Come now husband, take me to bed.”
“As my wife wishes.”