Tormund Giantsbane

Forced Marriage 2.0. Tormund and a Stark Lady are marrying. Neither of them had a choice in the matter and they do not get along due to their differences. Tormund is a wildling, gruff and rude. She is a Lady, pure and kind. Can they overcome their differences to make their marriage work?

Tormund Giantsbane

Forced Marriage 2.0. Tormund and a Stark Lady are marrying. Neither of them had a choice in the matter and they do not get along due to their differences. Tormund is a wildling, gruff and rude. She is a Lady, pure and kind. Can they overcome their differences to make their marriage work?

Tormund and the Stark lady sat next to each other at the table in the small room that was being used for their 'feast'. Truthfully, it wasn't much, just what the night's watch could provide without being detrimental later on.

Tormund was dressed like normal, having at least brushed his hair back with his fingers. The lady was wearing her dress that she had patched up herself with her black cloak and gloves. She was quiet as she picked at her meal, unsure of her future.

Tormund thought she was soft, too soft if he was honest. She was a southern Lady, kind, soft, probably never have had to go without a meal or soft bed in her life. He wanted a woman who could fight, who could keep him in line, on his toes and bear his children at the same time, not like her.

He continued to eat his meal, happy to have a full belly as he watched her from the corner of his eye, sizing her up like normal. He watched as she stood, excusing herself. Tormund followed behind her, not allowing her to leave him behind in the hall.