Author's Note: Wow. Just wow, all the positive feedback and lovely reviews were so overwhelming to receive. They made me smile to know so many people love this story and how you guys enjoyed the wedding night scene. Obviously with so many people loving the sexy scene I wrote there will be more to come in the future. I would like to personally thank those who reviewed; waterlilly91, LadyRedStar, Bella-swan11, belladonna007, denpa-chu, FluentInBullshit, and ako. You guests are super and I dedicate this next chapter to you!

Now I am sure you guys are wondering, what happens now? Where did we go now that they are married? Well have no fear this chapter we will start to get into the thick of drama. Questions will be answered, sort of. So read on and kindly please leave me more wonderful reviews! They feed my writing fingers.

Morning came early to Winterfell, a fine mist was lingering in the air. Normally much of the serving staff of the keep would be up and seeing to their daily duties – however the wedding feast had gone nearly until dawn, even after the married couple had been seen off to bed. But as the morning hours stretched on the occupants of the Northern stronghold woke and started their days. Distantly howls of the Stark direwolves broke the quiet of the morning Jaime had always been an early riser so he was surprised to see grey light filtering through the cracks in the shades that covered the window of the bedroom, they had not been firmly latched the night before. He removed his arm which had lay over his face, hiding his eyes from the light. For a moment he did struggle to recall the night before, he had not consumed a lot of alcohol… but the night had been long.

Turning his head he saw a head of dark brunette hair tucked against his side, a few tendrils of wavy hair falling over his chest. For a moment he stared down at the top of Alysanne's head. The memories of the previous night slowly trickled back to him and she remembered the ceremonies of the day prior and the feast but the memories most poignant in his mind were those memories filled with needy touches, heated breathes, pleasure-filled moans and skin slick with sweat.

A smile crossed his lips as he remembered his wedding night but also as he savored the novelty of waking up to a woman lying next to him. Never had he had this experience with his twin when they were lovers – their times together were always quick, secretive and ended quickly with them parting ways before anyone could suspect. But with Alysanne, with his wife…. he would never wake alone. Jaime of course was aware that in King's Landing or when he did return to Casterly Rock he could keep separate apartments from Alysanne if he so wished… but for the remaining time in Winterfell and when they journeyed on the King's Road back south they would be sharing quarters quite closely.

It hardly mattered though, as newlyweds it would be expected on them to spend every night together – at least until Alysanne became with a child. Only then would it be acceptable for them to separate their sleeping arrangement. But as it was Jaime had enjoyed the previous night, craved to experience it again so he had no plans to keep his wife separate from himself.

He savored the feeling of her heat pressed against the side of this body. Lifting one hand he brushed his palm against his petite wife's head, running lightly along her silken strands. Alysanne stirred slightly at his side, her head turning up – unconsciously seeking his touch. A small feminine and breathy sound left her as finally she seemed to rise and her head tilted up and she watched her grey eyes drowsily blinked open.

For a moment they stared at each other, as if seeing each other for the first time and perhaps in a way they were. In the light of day the wedding night was over and everything that had changed in the past day set in. Alysanne blinked once again and her cheeks flooded with a light red blush.

"Morning." She murmured softly, her breath fanned against his skin, almost tickling.

Jaime felt a warm smile cross his lips and he inclined his head slight before responding; "Morning little wife." His endearment coaxed more blush to fill her ivory cheeks. She turned her head into his chest, hiding her face. So now she was being coy, after the second time he had taken her in bed the night before he had thought there was not coyness left in her.

"Are you sore?" he then asked her gently, despite how much she had seemed to enjoy their wedding night he knew it would be natural for her to have some lingering discomfort from the loss of her virginity. At his question the brunette lifted herself leaning up and surveying down her bare form, checking herself for anything that was amiss.

"A little bit." Alysanne admitted quietly and he noticed how she clenched her legs together. Jaime slowly sat up and saw the dark stains of a few smears of blood between her thighs – the evidence that she had once been a maiden and the proof that she and Jaime were truly man and wife. He felt her tense at the sight of the blood and his hand went to gently brushed across her back.

"It is normal, after tonight there won't be blood again from our joining." He assured her as he sat up and turned to look down at his bride. It was still hard to believe, even after they had shared in each other's bodies multiple times… that they were truly married. Alysanne was now his wife, she was now Lady Alysanne of House Lannister, the future Lady of the Rock. However as passionate as the brunette had been the night before she proved to still retain some of her bashfulness as she drew the cotton sheets and furs up to cover her nakedness. He did not comment on it for the room was chilled, the fire in the hearth from the night before had dwindled down to small flames and smoldering embers. He had bolted the door shut the night before and no servants had been able to come in and tend to it during the night.

Jaime brushed his hand over her head, fingers skimming through her brunette tresses before he shifted to the edge of the bed. He scooped up his clothing, discarded from the night before and slipped them onto his bottom half. Standing he crossed the room to the hearth and stoke the fire, dragging a few pieces of wood from a pile in the corner to feed it. Soon enough the fire was alive and the flames grew once again. Standing he turned to see that Alysanne had gotten her chemise back on and found a dressing cloak and had it pulled tight around her. Moving to the door he unlatched the lock and opened it. It only took a look out into the hallway before he was able to flag down a servant woman and ask that they someone to bring warm water for he and his wife to clean and prepare themselves for the day.

Entering back into the room Jaime looked at the tray of wine and food that had been left and went to pluck a few grapes – grown in the glass houses of Winterfell and ate them. His emerald eyes watched with some interest as Alysanne went to the wardrobe and started to familiarize herself with where her things had been put. All of the possessions she would need for the remainder of their time in Winterfell were brought to his room, anything else had been packed. Jaime smirked as she selected a dark blue dress, seemed darker colors were typical of the North. He knew he would have to have her see a seamstress when they arrived in King's Landing, her clothing would be too hot and heavy for the weather of the south. But also as now as a lady of House Lannister she would need clothes that would reflect her status – as future Lady of the Rock and member of the wealthiest house in Westeros.

A moment later there was a knock at the door and a few serving women came in, they both curtsied to Jaime and Alysanne. One was carrying a large bucket of steaming water and some other some fresh linen cloths. The bucket was placed into a stool near the hearth and the clothes just over the lip and Jaime went to clean himself while the two women went to attend to his wife.

The hot water felt good as he washed his hand and arms, he then scrubbed at his face with a wet cloth. As he dressed he turned his head to watch as Alysanne was laced into her dress, there was something very personal about watching a woman dress. It was an intimate moment to witness.

Alysanne must have felt his gaze on her for she turned her head and looked to him over her shoulder and she bashfully smiled and blushed. Life had changed for both on them in such a short amount of time. For Jaime to dress in his ivory clothes felt hallow, he had nothing else to where other than his Kingsguard attire but he would no longer be performing the duties he once had. Soon enough the women were done with Alysanne, they had even quickly brushed her hair now it was flowing freely in long, loose waves.

"To breakfast then?" he asked her before offering her his arm, much like the noble knight he had wanted to be as a boy. He may have done many things in his life to corrupt that purpose but with Alysanne he had a fresh start and he desperately wanted to prove to himself he could be a better man.

She gave a nod of her head and slipped her slender hand around his elbow before he led her from their room. The keep was slowly coming to life as they passed men and women who worked as part of the Stark household passed them and would curtsied or bow their heads respectfully. Entering into the Main Hall most of the Starks and Baratheon's were already inside, seated at a long table eating breakfast.

"I don't know who have more reason to be nervous, me with my good-family or you with yours." Jaime whispered to her and that garnered a laugh from his bride. Her laughter got the attention of their combined families to look up from their meals. It didn't escape Jaime's notice how Cersei had narrowed her eyes when her head raised from looking at her youngest boy and noticed them. She quickly masked it with a calm façade but he knew she was still put off by the fact that Jaime had gone through with the marriage.

Of course it was Robert Baratheon who spoke first and loudly, "Ah the Kingslayer and his wife! Finally found their way from their bed and see fit to join us today!" he called out and raised his bug of Northern ale in their direction. "I'm surprised with a wife as pretty as that you would even leave the room before two nights passed." He then continued and the Stark boys shifted awkwardly, they were not able to speak out against the crude way that Robert spoke of their kin but could not stand to think of what his word implied. Benjen and Ned Stark also shifted awkwardly in their seats and their grey eyes looked to Robert critically.

Even Jaime felt agitated to have Robert speak so to both him and about Alysanne. However much to his surprise it was his wife who spoke up; "I felt it only fair that I should show my husband mercy and him come and eat his breakfast." She said her voice calm even as her words were sharp and witty.

From his seat Tyrion chuckled lowly before drinking from his glass. Even a couple of the older Stark children and the Greyjoy boy laughed lowly to themselves. However it was Robert who laughed the loudest, his fist pounding on the table.

"Good woman, you've got a wild one there Lannister." Robert said before turning his attention back to his meal. Jaime gave a nod but then nodded his head and guided Alysanne up the couple steps and too the two remaining seats. He let her sit first before he took his seat, they were close to his family then to hers and he noticed her looking down the table to her family and smiling to her father.

"I hope you find being married quite enjoyable." Cersei suddenly said which made both Jaime and Alysanne look up to her. His twin's arms were folded over her lap elegantly and a furred shawl wrapped around her. "I never got the chance to speak with you yesterday but you were lovely. I'm sure my brother considers himself very lucky to marry such a fine woman." She continued and Jaime clenched his jaw, he knew Cersei was playing nice. She was performing as the welcoming good-sister that everyone would expect her to be, Jaime knew all too well how Cersei felt about her twin's new wife and knew her words of kindness and welcome were fake.

However Alysanne did not know this so she grinned pleasantly to the Queen before replying; "Thank you Your Grace." She said. Cersei smiled and anyone would have thought it a genuine benevolent grin, but Jaime was critical of his twin's actions.

"And your dress, for the Northern ceremony, I heard it was your mother's wedding dress?" Cersei continued to speak in a gentle tone.

"Yes it was, she had worn it and I felt honored to have a part of her with me yesterday." The brunette said as a servant came up behind them both and placed some sausage and bacon onto their plates. Alysanne was at ease and reached for her fork but Jaime was not, he was too tense to even look at his food just yet.

"It indeed is a beautiful thing that your father kept it for you." The golden Queen said. "Every girl feels the loss of her mother on her wedding day, I was able to wear my mother's jewels and it was of great comfort to me." She continued and a silence fell over the Lannister side of the table. The discussion of Joanna Lannister was always a sore spot, Tyrion hung his head a little. For the youngest of Tywin's children… the one who never met his mother it was especially hard for he never got to experience her goodness or love but most of all Cersei and their father placed the blame for her death all on him.

"It is the morning after a wedding, must we talk so grimly?" Robert asked briskly and Cersei shot her husband as harsh look. Even Jaime felt anger for Robert to so rudely dismiss the memory of Joanna like it was a blight. But yet again Alysanne spoke up first to reply.

"The morning of a wedding I think is the perfect time to remember loved ones. It reminds us to life and the deep connections we forge with others. I am grateful to hear about the woman who brought my husband into this world." Alysanne spoke up her head held high as she reached to a bread basket and took a warm roll from it. Her elegant words dismissed Robert's harshness with proper courtesy and even the King was silenced by her words. Jaime turned his eyes to his wife and smiled proudly to her, thankful she had spoken up for his mother's memory. Even Cersei had a flicker of respect in her eyes but it was quickly gone before her jaw stiffened as she realized that Alysanne was not the simpleton she hoped the girl would be.

"My Princes and Princess', how are you enjoying Winterfell?" Alysanne said, changing subjects by turning to look at Joffrey, Tommen and Myrcella. The crown prince had been boredly playing with what remained on his plate, probably looking for an escape but Tommen and Myrcella looked up and smiled to her.

"It is quite different. When we came you could see Winterfell from miles away!" Tommen said excitedly.

"Is it true you have a direwolf Lady Alysanne?" the blonde princess then asked , her green eyes wide with wonder at the possible answer.

"Myrcella, Lady Alysanne is your aunt now – she is family." Tyrion piped up from his spot. The princess looked between her uncle and the brunette woman.

"Sorry Aunt Alysanne." The little girl then said and Alysanne smiled to her.

"There is no need, this is new for you. You may call me Aunt Alys or just Alys if you wish." She then said and earned a smile once again from Myrcella. "As for your question, I do indeed have a direwolf. Her name is Frost – would you like to meet her?" the brunette asked and already both Myrcella and Tommen were nodding with excitement.

"Is that truly safe? A direwolf is a wild beast isn't it?" Joffrey chimed in.

"In the wold they are quite fearsome indeed, but I have raised Frost from when she was a pup, she is big but gentle and very loyal. No harm would come to anyone if I was there." Alysanne said and then both the littlest prince and princess looked to their parents for approval.

"Fine go meet the beast, just watch yer fingers." Robert said as he continued to eat. Cersei again shifted and her jaw clenched, clearly not thrilled with the idea but already her husband had permitted their children to go.

"After breakfast then." Alysanne said before she turned to her breakfast. With polite chatter out of the way both Jaime and his wife finally got to eat their morning meals in relative peace.

Less than a couple hours later Jaime was accompanying Alysanne, Myrcella and Tommen into the Godswoods to see his wife's direwolf. The Starks had kept them in the Godswoods since the arrival of the royal party as not to frighten their guests. The two children were skipping along with a mix of delight and excitement. It seemed like the night before had been so long ago, when he had come to this place to marry Alysanne beneath the Heart tree.

"There are seven of them?" Jaime asked as they walked.

"Yes, my uncle and cousins found their mother dead and saved them from starving to death. We each took one for our own. They are very dear to us, I cannot explain how integral the wolves have become to our lives – the past few days have felt like a lifetime without Frost constantly at my side." Alysanne explained and she looked sideways to him. "I intend to bring Frost with me, as do my cousins… you do not find that to be a problem do you?" she asked her voice a little unsure.

"If you are as close to your wolf as you say, I am sure I could hardly stop it from coming with us." Jaime said. Two gasps came from before them and both turned their heads to see a tall silvery wolf stalking towards them. Jaime had heard the wolves were only a few months old but they were already as big a full grown dogs were.

"It is okay." Alysanne said to the children and then stepped forward. Frost looped forward with a slow grace towards her mistress. Jaime watched as his wife greeted the direwolf as if it were any other canine companion – with tender rubs along it's head and spine. The tail of the direwolf wagged enthusiastically, showing she had missed Alysanne just as much. Once their reunion was complete she turned and looked to the prince and princess and beckoned them over.

"Come, it is safe. Move slow, like you are approaching a horse." Alysanne told them and slowly the two royal children stepped forward. The direwolf turned her head to look at the two as they came close, Alysanne had her hand rested on the direwolf's shoulder and she let the children reach out slowly a pet the thick fur of the animal.

"She is soft." Myrcella said and Frost turned her head and sniffed along the princess' clothing.

"That she is, quite warm to sleep with by your side." Alysanne remarked gently.

"Do I have competition for space in your bed wife?" Jaime then asked with amusement causing her to look up to him with an equally amused grin.

"Perhaps, I shall see how well you prove yourself to me, but you'll still have to negotiate with Frost." She replied before she turned and looked to her direwolf.

"Frost, this is Jaime he is now very important to both of us. I wouldn't mind if you didn't try and bite him." She spoke to her companion. Jaime thought it funny that she would speak to the beast but the direwolf then turned its head and regarded Jaime with an undeniable intelligence. It then padded over to Jaime and circled around his legs, sniffing his legs and seeming to give him a critical look over. Jaime never would have thought he would be hoping to have the approval of a wolf but after a few moments the direwolf gave a huff and then went back to Alysanne's side, seeming to give Jaime an initial pass.

Another wolf appeared a moment later and Alysanne introduced it as Robb Stark's wolf called Grey Wind and both Tommen and Mrycella greeted that wolf the same, the two were enjoying their time meeting the wolves. Admittedly he found himself fascinated by the creatures, his wife's direwolf had seemed critical of him but as the time passed the she-wolf grew more accepting of him as he stood next to Alysanne.

They were about to head back out of the Godswood, Frost in tow as Jaime encouraged his wife to have her animal with her if that was her wish – when a Stark man came running up to them a concern look on his face.

"My lord, my lady…. I have bad news. An accident occurred in another part of the keep." He said and immediately both were tense. An accident? Was it someone from their families? He knew that Robert Baratheon with Joffrey was going out to hunt with Ned, Benjen and the two oldest of the Lord of Winterfell's children, was there an accident there?

"What kind of accident?" Jaime asked firmly. The man turned and looked to Alysanne with regret in his eyes.

"I'm sorry Lady Alysanne…" he said lowly.

"Tell me what it is." The brunette said her words started out firm but her voice wavered slightly at the end.

"It is Bran, my lady." The man then said, the heaviness in the air was thick as his wife gasped her face growing pale. , "He was climbing the abandoned North tower…. He fell."

There you go, the answer to what many people have asked in the reviews. Does Bran fall? - why yes he does as you guys now know. But now the question is... who pushed him? - and why? Well I suppose you will have to find out won't you?

Send me your best guesses if you feel up to the challenge, I offer no hints and promise the answer is tricky. Please review, how I love reading them so!

Until next time dearies!