Time passed in the blink of an eye and the two betrothed stood in the sept. Jon was wearing a green and black suit and Desmera was wearing a blue dress, a maidens cloak over her shoulder. Her father walked up to the couple and gingerly removed the maiden cloak, silk running through his fingers. With a smile on his face, Jon placed the cloak of his house, green and black, on Desmera's shoulders.
"I pledge to keep you safe and happy, to always protect you and our future children. To give you the world should you ask for it and see you as my wife till the end of your life", Jon pledged.
When they were done, the septon in charge bound their hands in a white and gold cloth, "in the name of the seven and the old gods, I name you wife and husband. The father above charges you with protection your bride, the mother with loving each other and the maiden sees to it that your children will be healthy. May the stranger not visit you before your days are counted"
"With this Kiss, I pledge my love and…"
"Take you as my Lord and husband"
"Take you as my lady and wife"
The people in attendance cheered as they sealed the marriage with a kiss. The newly wed couple and all their guests walked towards the great hall, where a feast was ready. Venison, duck, seal, potatoes, rice, sake and good wine were served. For the first time, Desmera and Jon Jotun sat together at the head of the main table as husband and wife. The atmosphere was cheerful. People ate, they drank, they chatted and laughed. Arya even wore a dress. The feast lasted well into the night. After hours upon hours, Jon had to take a breath outside. His wife followed him. Strange… his wife? He hadn't been married before, not as Loki, not as the man from earth. This was a completely new thing. He couldn't rely on his knowledge here, he was on his own… anyways, he walked towards the archways and looked up at the starry sky, "you know, I have always loved the stars. Out of reach, yet always there… I wonder how many of them there are? Some nights, you see more than others, did you ever notice? And the moon, changing phase as if on schedule…"
"Yes, they are enchanting", Desmera didn't look at them, her eyes drawn to her husband, "but your eyes are way more interesting. Such a pretty shade of red. You must've inherited it from your mother… I wonder if our children will have the same eyes? Crimson as a rose…"
"Only time will tell but we don't have to rush into kids quite yet, we are still young, not even fully grown. Let us at least wait until we are both six and ten, maybe later. Having kids too young is risky"
Desmera let out a relieved sigh, "good… I'm not ready to be a mother and I heard the same from our Maester… let us wait for a few more years, it is safer that way"
He looked away from the sky, towards his wife. She looked absolutely beautiful, her freckles were cutely dotted around her nose and cheeks. Her dark eyes locked with his' and they stared into each other, losing all sense of time.
Later, they retired to their bedchambers, whilst the lords and ladies still feasted. Desmera lowered her dress, letting it fall to the ground as she closed the door. Her perky breasts were bare, enticing. She pushed him onto the bed, slowly removing his manhood from his trousers. What followed was pure passion, way better than any love making he had done in Dorne. Desmera was a beast in bed. She took control most of the time. He would've thought she had done this a thousand times, with how proficient she was but the blood running out of her when she rode him telled a different story. She was just a natural.
After a long night, they both fell into bed, exhausted. Jon gave her a quick peck on her cheek before they fell asleep, snuggling.