The day she was dreading finally came—the day she was officially wed to a maiden.

Brienne and you were arranged to be wed, of course It had to be completed with a wedding night. The ceremonial bedding where the two of you make a special connection using your bodies. She disliked the idea of it, being arranged solely for formalities and nothing more while also being seen manly enough to be paired with another woman. It was simply just.. humiliating.

She has never been intimate nor had been planning to. What if her lips were too rough? her hands too calloused? her body too heavy and large? her face too unflattering? She was not prepared to be so exposed and vulnerable to a person she has only known for less than a week. She hoped not to be judged.

It felt odd. Her skin against the silk sheets with nothing to cover her few scars. You were the same, not knowing when it'll end and it felt like time ran slower the more nervous both of you got.