章節 51: Young and Eager
Laying there with a dull, pleasurable sensation filling her body, Margaery looked up at the sleeping figure of Robb. The young King seemingly having fully relaxed for the first time since marching south and was finally letting him sleep properly. Both of them wrapped together in the furs of their bed, their naked bodies intertwined with one another.
Margaery knew she should feel elated, victorious, and triumphant for finally succeeding in seducing Robb. A man who had stubbornly refused her for months, yet she didn't.
All she felt was…disappointment.
Disappointment in everything.
Margaery had finally done it, seduced Robb Stark and yet, she didn't feel like she had succeeded.
'Why do I feel this way?' She questioned with a frown.
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Sitting quietly in the carriage, her body shaking along the rough road, her eyes looking out the blinds that covered the windows and onto the world outside. They had departed from Highgarden but a few days ago, making their way to Harrenhall for the wedding between King Robb Stark and his future Queen, Margaery Tyrell.
It had taken months, but they had finally succeeded.
Margaery was now Queen, and to a King that would win the war. House Tyrell would ensure that the Starks would win.
"It seems everything has fallen into place," Willas spoke from his position across from Olenna. "Margaery will be Queen and the Starks will win. Robb's recent capture of Antlers and his preparations to face Tywin has given him the advantage. Especially when we arrive with the additional ten thousand troops he has requested."
Olenna hummed in agreement, letting the blind once again fall blocking the view of the outside world. "That may be true, but Tywin's forces have been growing daily. More of his hired Sellsword companies have arrived and are bolstering his army as we speak."
"True." Willas nodded his head. "However, this is working against him. Already our spies report that their already low food supplies are running almost empty with the more soldiers that arrive. Most of the citizens in Kings Landing are receiving no food at all, most of it going to the army. Tywin will have no choice but to march out and with Robb preparing for battle at the Antlers it will be difficult for him to win."
"Even so, it would not do to count Tywin Lannister out just yet. That man is dangerous and cunning, he may very well find a way to turn things around." Olenna warned gravely.
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Cheering rose amongst the Great Hall as lords and ladies celebrated. Men and women sat drinking from tankards and feasting upon the food before them. At the head table, overlooking it all, Robb sat smiling with his new wife, Margaery at his side.
Laughing freely for the first time, Robb watched as Dacey and Smalljon had Garlan pinned, forcing beer down the drunken knight's mouth.
"I do believe dear Garlan will struggle to find his way to his room tonight," Margaery noted, laughing lightly as she watched the proceedings. Her gaze temporarily flickering to where her family were sat on her other side, each of them looking shocked and worried about what was happening.
"Oh, I imagine Dacey will be more than willing to help him get to a room. I doubt very much though that it will be his." Looking scandalous, Margaery slapped his shoulder, though there was a large smile on her face.
This only made Robb laugh harder, the alcohol he had loosening his inhibitions and allowing him to act like the young boy he was. It was a sight that only made Margaery's smile grow wider in turn.
Rising to his feet, the Great Hall quietened down as those inside looked to him. "My lords, ladies." He called. "The war we've fought has been long and hard, we've lost many friends and loved ones along the way. However, today we celebrate not only my marriage to my wife, Margaery Stark. But today we celebrate those that have given their lives to get to this point."
"To the fallen! And the King!" Smalljon exclaimed drunkenly as he rose his tankard in the air, the mead inside spilling out over the sides.
"To the fallen! And the King!" The room echoed and every man in the room rose the tankard to their lips and drank from it. No one spoke, even those that were still not drinking as they watched those few continuing to drink away until they finished.
The Smalljon was the last, slamming his large tankard on the table with a roar. All around the room men and women cheered as the merriment continued.
"An excellent speech, your grace," Willas said as he moved to sit on the more seat at Robb's right side, once inhabited by Lord Karstark who was now singing merrily on off-tune with several other lords in the centre of the room. "Though I can't quite help but wonder why such a speech."
"Willas, dear brother. Not now, it's my wedding day." Margaery murmured sadly and Willas just smiled apologetically.
"Sorry, dear sister."
Robb just patted Margaery's leg. "It's fine." He said to her before turning back to Willas. "Tywin will soon march on us, when I depart with the men here to Antlers I have no doubt Tywin will march out to meet us soon after. When that happens, it will be a bloody battle. This wedding is a good opportunity to boost morale, the speech was just to remind them of why we're fighting."
"I see," Willas murmured.
Before he could continue speaking, men started chanting as they slammed their goblets and tankards on the wooden tables in the Great Hall of Harrenhall.
"To bed! To bed! To bed!" They chanted, slowly rising in tempo and volume and Robb felt a smirk grow on his face.
A group of men moved up to the table, picking up Margaery who looked entirely too embarrassed by the whole proceedings as she was picked up with a yelp. The men carried Margaery down the steps and across the room, men coming up and ripping off bits of her clothing till she was barely clothed once they exited the hall.
At the same time, several women came up and dragged Robb down after her. Each time pulling off bits of his clothing as they dragged him out of the room.
Laughing, Robb eventually reached his room and was pushed inside to find Margaery stood waiting, clad only in the black cloak he had wrapped around her shoulders. The bare minimum of clothing she had left from the journey of the Great Hall was now at her feet.
Moving forwards, he cupped her cheeks and kissed her hard, Margaery moving to deepen the kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Shuffling backwards, Margaery let Robb lower her down onto the bed, him leaning back to look at her naked body. There was a moment in which he paused but her hands running up to his arms compelled him to lean down where she brought him back in for a deep kiss.
The night was young, and they were eager.
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