"Asher Stark! Is that really you?! By all the gods you look much older than when I last saw you, what have you done ate an entire farm-house! No, nevermind to skinny for such a feat, but so tall! Growing into that Stark blood you are."

Asher Stark recently married 20 year old turned around and quickly spied his great-uncle and a smile spread across his face. "Hello Uncle, thank you! I hope you are enjoying the party."

"Of course I am! You know me my boy, and I know you to, I see that jewel you gained from this marriage Har! Very pretty lass."

Asher blushed and turned sighing when he saw two Kingsguard Knight's standing beside him. He nodded to them and bid his Uncle a farewell to look for his new wife.

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"Don't you just love weddings Lord Syler? Splendid little things they are." Syler, from his position at the far right looked and smiled curtly at the man.

"Of course! They are simply dazzling with the many colors and scents, and entertainment. I can't possibly think of -anything- i'd rather do with my time." A sarcastic note was in his voice and it caused quite a few party-goers to turn and frown at him. He was in fact a dull affair to any party, but as Master of Whispers he was of course invited. He looked over at a serving boy which nodded at him and pointed to the King. Syler scrunched his face and watched the young looking King walk across the floor, the missing bride was one of the first thing he noticed.

She was never one for parties, she guessed. Lumara sighed, smoothing out her dress and watching the party from the shadows. Many people were there, dancing and drinking. She wouldn't have minded if she were out of this dress... she sighed again, scratching at her head and watching as her husband walked across the room. Oh no.

Lumara ducked away, hoping her bright Lannister hair didn't catch his attention. She skirted around a table and slipped into a crowd of people picking apart some food.

Asher wandered for a bit before giving up, someone would find her for the consummation at some point. Shuddering Asher was nervous, he was supposed to bed her with everyone watching. It had always been a rather weird thing to think about when of age to marry, but luckily or actually unluckily to wars has stopped him from experiencing it until now. And now... He was King. He sighed, and put a hand to his brow, the crown almost falling off from the movement. From behind him a chuckle can be heard and Asher turns around to see a medium build man standing with sword on hip, golden cloak on his shoulders. "Oh, greetings Bastian, is something funny?"

The Kingsguard just shook his head and pointed to a blur of motion, gold flashing then disappearing into a crowd. "It seems your new wife is afraid of you"

Asher frowned and shrugged. "I'm a bit scared of her to... I don't think I can do this." He gulped and looked over at his friend and companion who narrowed his eyes.

"Of course you can do this, I mean I would spring for a chance at this! She's gorgeous!"

Asher sighed again, "I mean the whole King thing, I mean everyone is expecting me to be so good! What if i'm not?"

Lumara peered under a table. The action was thought as endearing by other people, as they laughed and shook their heads. Others simply sighed and looked away. Okay, okay. You have to keep calm. He's your king. You're supposed to be in bed with him to give him heirs to the throne, but... how are you going to do that if you can't even talk to him? even her vows were tense and stiff. It wasn't as if she didn't want to do this- no, she had to, and she wanted to. She had to bring honor to her House. She was a lion! Her House motto was "Hear Me Roar", and here she was, mewling and sniffling. No. She had to talk to that Stark fellow. What was his name? Archer?

She stepped out from the crowd and trembled as she walked to the Kingsguard. Here she was, a fulling grown woman who had bloomed what, six years past, and she was still shaking at the thought of being in bed with a man she hadn't spent much time with. "Hello, m'lord." she greeted Asher curtly.

Bastian snapped to attention and gave a polite nod to someone behind him. Asher turned and on his was instantly was a smile. The girl before him was as Bastian had said was beautiful beyond compare, or at least in Asher's eyes. He gave a nervous dip of his head. "Are you having fun?" After thinking about it, this probably wasn't really how you addressed a queen or wife but at that moment Asher just didn't have any vocabulary. Bastian stifled a laugh turning it into a cough and a passing Lord smirked knowingly.

"I erm. Well, how are you?"

"Fun..?" Lumara was flabbergasted at his choice of words. The guard laughed and she blushed more, narrowing her eyes. Are all Starks this brutish? she supposed that it was endearing, and their blood was practically frozen from living in Winterfell. But Asher had lived here in King's Landing for a while now. Truly he had to know other ways of conversation than asking if she was having fun. She blushed and looked away, shuffling her feet slightly. "I'm doing well. It's chilly today. This winter has been the longest I remember." she told him.

Asher could tell he had made her a bit confused and he kicked himself mentally, making a note to make sure he didn't look and seem like an idiot from here on out. He looekd to Bastian and then to the high chair of the dining table and almost instantly 3 other Knight's surrounded them and prepared to escort them to the table. "It has been a long winter, but i've heard the stories of much longer!" He smiled and offered her his hand. The Knight's would then head to the dining table, the two high seats being reserved for them. "I'm famished, the dancing and constant talking of politics has me ready to eat an entire boar!" He chuckled to let her know he wasn't serious. A few page boys placed the first course on the plate and darted away, one making a longer look then usual.

Lumara looked down at his hand and frowned. The blond woman was not used to such affection. Her parents had gone and practically forbid her to talk to any man except for Asher. But she knew that she had to act like a lady. She had to stand tall with her husband, tall and strong. She took his hand, albeit a bit loosely, and watched as a boar was set on the table. "This winter took the span of almost ten years. Can it really be that much longer?"