「 ⚔ ▓▐▐〝 astormsend. 」
At the sound of his name being spoken it had confirmed that the wedding had been real & not just some hazy dream. He felt more at ease now that he was decent, and he turned slowly to meet her gaze.
“Brienne” The only response he could think of was to mimic her words and speak her name. His voice was heavy with sleep, and the sudden actions he took to stand had sent his head spinning. The room had been illuminated with the morning’s light. It felt more than strange to be in here with someone other than Loras. Someone other than Loras in his bed.
Bedding. ??
Not ready to tackle that train of thought just yet, he cleared his throat and managed to find the normal tone of his voice again. “How did you sleep?” Eager to do something then just STAND and stare at her, he decided to walk across the room to where some servants had left a tray of breakfast for the newlyweds in their slumber. Reaching aimlessly for a cup of something, he was more than glad to find it was water. Gulping half of it down, he also grabbed a piece of bread and took a bite.
Nobody would expect him to be up so early, so he could likely get away with spending half the day in his room, a thought that once excited him when it was Loras he shared the bed with, but now that that WASN’T an option for the time being, he didn’t know what to do with himself. What did men do on the morning after their wedding?
where renly didn’t know what to do on the morning after a wedding, Brienne knew even less of the sort. There were whispered voices of Renly Baratheon && the intimate proclivities which he had found for himself. She was no stranger to rumors, knew what he preferred. Knew that her love would never break that barrier.
perhaps that was why she dropped her eyes from him. A slow streak of heat crept up her neck, up to her ears; she could feel it burning her skin, && cursed herself for being so easily flushed. It’s only Renly, she told herself, but that was the entire reason for it. “ I slept fine. ” More than fine, in fact, now that she thought of it. There was a gap in her consciousness where the night should have been –––– the first true gap she’d had in a long, long while. “ I don’t believe I… woke at all. ”
the cool air of the room still lingered on Brienne’s skin. It took everything for her not to shudder, though she did pull the furs higher, until they were wrapped around her neck, draped over both her shoulders. It’s only Renly, she thought again. But she wasn’t ready; she wasn’t ready. She remembered how the wine made her head spin ( it was sweet, but it stung ), remembered the crowd pulling her from her seat, the cheers, the sharp tug at her clothing, the laughter.
but that was all; the rest of the night was lost to her. Grimacing, Brienne shifted her legs. She could feel no pain between them. Was there supposed to be pain after the night of a bedding? Others said there was –––– all of the wives she had spoken to before her wedding had said she would hurt. But she didn’t. “ … I hope you slept well. ”