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Post by Amelia Royce on Dec 10, 2012 20:43:44 GMT -5
"A certain quest I might have for him," Benjen told her. "If all goes to plan, which of course it won't, the Northern armies could become more powerful than any others."
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Post by Arania Stark on Dec 10, 2012 20:55:46 GMT -5
She frowned a little. "Well that could be useful for the future, I guess. What is the plan; will you tell me? I can keep a secret if I need to."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Dec 10, 2012 20:56:53 GMT -5
"You will have to wait and see," Benjen said, taking a step back. "Likely for not long; I don't know how talkative Kal is in the bedroom."
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Post by Arania Stark on Dec 10, 2012 21:17:13 GMT -5
Arania smirked. "I'll be sure to ask him, then. Thank you for the dance, Benjen." She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Dec 10, 2012 21:29:51 GMT -5
The final part of the ceremony starts as the call for the bedding begins. Kalvin is trundled thought the crowd to the chamber door. A bunch of half drunk grinning partygoers go to do the same for the Lady Stark.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Dec 10, 2012 21:40:59 GMT -5
Karyl Crowl is right there with the rest of the men as he throws Lady Stark over his shoulder and helps the rest of the men undress her as he carries her upstairs to the bedroom.
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Post by Arania Stark on Dec 10, 2012 23:14:23 GMT -5
Arania laughed and blushed by turns as she was carted off to the bedchamber by the men of the party. The big Skagosi who had lifted her up like a ragdoll earned a girlish scream of a pitch Arania hadn't known she was capable of voicing.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Dec 10, 2012 23:16:21 GMT -5
By the time she gets to the bedchamber, she's down to a thin covering over her bottom. Cheers and merriment is had. Kalvin isn't clothed any more, and he picks her up and carries her inside himself. He's had a few drinks himself. "Well, hello there!" He kisses her.
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Post by Arania Stark on Dec 11, 2012 0:06:29 GMT -5
"They were certainly thorough!" she said, looking at him. She grinned at him, biting her lip. "Man and wife at last."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Dec 11, 2012 0:49:21 GMT -5
"I hope you don't get boring now that I can't escape you," he grins. He lets her on the bed and raises the thin shift. "I hope the wedding was how you wanted it."
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Post by Arania Stark on Dec 11, 2012 2:14:55 GMT -5
"It was everything I'd hoped for." In truth she hadn't known what to expect, but the north had entirely exceeded her expectations. She sat up and grabbed his hands, tugging him toward her eagerly. "Me, boring? Never."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Dec 11, 2012 2:58:28 GMT -5
"I hope not." He enters her swiftly and firmly, and the room seems to raise several degrees in temperature. "I love you."
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Post by Arania Stark on Dec 11, 2012 13:04:55 GMT -5
The familiar movements of his body on hers brought a deep and gasping sigh to her lips. "I love you, too," she murmured into his shoulder. Her fingers dug into his skin and she could feel the too-smooth flesh of his scar beneath her hands. Despite the heat, she shivered as they made love on the marriage bed.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Dec 11, 2012 21:07:27 GMT -5
When at last it's finally over, they are both sweating and breathless. A chill wind rushes around the small crevices in the windows, but they can barely feel it. "What shall we do after this, then? Tomorrow and beyond, I mean, not right now."
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Post by Arania Stark on Dec 12, 2012 0:32:08 GMT -5
"I don't know," said Arania, picking idly at a loose thread in the sheet. "I'd like to travel some more...perhaps see more of the North? Reyna suggested White Harbor. I hear its as much like the south as one can get, above the Neck."
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