The Wedding Feast at Godsgrace

[barker520]

The room spinning, Mors managed to focus enough to noticed the beautiful western woman he had seen earlier. She was dancing with some knight, perhaps a valeman or riverlander. They were still dancing and the music was still playing, but having long ago past the point of thinking, Mors suddenly appeared beside them. "Milady... Payne, is it? Let me show you how a western man can move." He smiled apologetically at the knight and motioned for him to step aside.

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"So gallantly coming to my rescue," Lysette said softly, as Robb swept her out onto the dance floor. "Good thing. I would have stabbed him."

[mark]

Robb stifled his amusement as he looked at his fierce bride with affection. He had met her kind before; once he gained her complete trust, she would show a sweet side, but not until then. It already begun to show through during the feast, but that Ser Mors had put an end to that. "I believe you, milady," Robb said. 'Twas a good thing, indeed."

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"My lord father would have been embarrassed," Lysette said. "Can't have some knight bleeding all over the dance floor at my wedding, after all. Did you see Lady Uller over there?"

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Robb turned to look and saw the woman gyrating furiously with that nice Ser Brandon Stone he had met. "She's quite... the dancer, is she not?" Robb said, shaking his head with a grin.

[Lord Howland Royce]

"I believe it's time for the bedding!" Brandon said outloud, though it was unclear whether he meant the newly married couple or himself and Lady Uller.

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Others took up the call. "The bedding!" they chanted, along with Brandon. Lord Vaith did indeed look embarrassed. Lysette only smiled at Robb.

[barker520]

"The bedding!" Mors roared. He shoved a servant boy out of the way and then tripped and fell, nearly passing out from drink. He lay on the floor groaning, then bellowed, "The bedding!"

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Various knights and lordlings cheered and came over, particularly as they would be carrying the young bride up to her marriage bed. Several highborn ladies - including the excited Lady Uller - grabbed Robb Tarly, giggling and laughing, and began to pull him up the stairs.

[mark]

Robb gave the Lady a smile and then turned to involve himself in the banter, joking with his friends and feigning horror at the ladies who were approaching him for the bedding preparation.

[barker520]

Mors finally arose and found himself right in the path of the knights escorting Lady Lysette, and Mors carried her leg and began the stripping as they headed up the stairs. "The bedding!" he roared, incoherently.

[Lord Howland Royce]

In the confusion no one could see Brandon or Lady Uller as they slipped away from the feast.

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The Dornish knights were protective of her from the northerners, especially the Bloody Badger, but the women fell like wolves over young Tarly, some of the younger ones sighing and sneaking kisses as they unlaced him and undressed him as they went up the stairs. Finally, the couple was bundled into the marriage bed, and the wedding guests retreated behind the doors, laughing and calling out suggestions.

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After one particularly crude suggestion, Robb called back through the closed doors, "That? You want me to do that? The man on my shield is a huntsman, not a circus acrobat!"

[House Dustin]

Daven Hersey participates lustfully in the bedding. Roland does also but in a more reserved manner.