That son of whore Walder! Why did his father suffer close to death’s bed while that man still was able to walk around Westeros unscathed. If only he had pushed father back then for ways in taking care of the one and only threat to their house. Then maybe this wouldn’t have happened in the first place, the trout loathed being forced to commit actions which he himself did not think of much less agree to. Marrying one of the Frey’s of all things…having to suffer for the rest of his life with one of Walder’s daughters. It had his stomach twist and curled he nearly wanted to rebel. Close to marching armed forces right to the Fey’s territory and strip them of any power, now he was driven into a corner. His sisters to the farthest corner’s of westeros…his father at his sick bed and near death. The Riverlands may as well been at war and the only way to stem the tide, with what his advisor and even Marq told him was to create an alliance. Something not even Walder was able to refuse if they sent him the option before Edmure created the missive himself. Fortunately he did not have to and his worst fears were realized…that one of his daughters that looked like cows themselves…well no cows least were far more fair.
Once the alliance was, solidified Edmure decided to enjoy the pleasures of women as much as he could before he was sent to the guillotine and stripped of any joy he might have. Then again, who was to stop him from seeking a mistress anyways, poor girl, but she had to realize this was only going to be a political marriage doing what was expected of them. Unlike her he would have much more freedom, which soothed his rage only slightly before his temperament rose again well into the ceremony and festivities. The Lord Tully was obviously not happy and he practically may as well voiced it across Riverrun halls, drinking and womanizing some wench off to the side. Once the wedding had started beneath the Gods Wood, Edmure would make sure the girl realized her place. Then the surprise came, making him loathe Walder, if that was even possible to despise someone’s very existence the whole family was supposed to be rotten to the core.
Then came the contradiction…his wife, with the most beautiful face, lush brown waves, and the type of eyes that bewitched his entire being…having him melt and forget himself. Edmure thought he was dreaming when he finally met Roslin Frey…and unlike her sisters she was…beautiful in every sense of that word, despite the fear in her eyes and quivering like a leaf. There was no denying what he saw…and at that moment when the lit of her voice hit the air, he knew he wanted her. Damning the Walders and this union…he would get this girl to look at him not with fear, but with the same astonishing sensations he was feeling right now. His blood roared throughout the whole ritual and once he placed his cloak over her did he lean over and whisper words of promise as well as kindness. His anger had fled him lost to those doe eyes capable of washing away the infamous Tully temperament.
Edmure was still in aisles were they not, they had crossed over the Gods Wood and into the building where he was supposed to marry a Frey girl? Not expecting this lovely creature before him and her soft voice still continued to shake the very foundations of his common sense and disrupt his very reasonings to loathe this union to begin with. He wanted her. As he was imagining what it would be like to have those feminine tones say the words My Lord…and it had his heart pounding rapidly and he forced himself to focus. It was hardly becoming for a Lord Paramount to be at a loss of words, she was beautiful, and to be his…and she will be his. On his own terms and no one else’s it was what had regained him focus this new determination that fueled such fire in his azure pools.
“My Lady, you…are Roslin Frey yes?”
He tried to contain the excitement rumbling from his deep and smooth baritones, he neared her then as his ginger locked head was slicked back and those strikingly handsome features were more alit with promise of many things. None of that dangerous fury remained instead there was a different sort of danger when the man began to release his magnetic charm, and let it flow forth from his bulky frame draped in colors of the trout. Just giving the barest hint of his masculine frame from the way he breathed, and held himself. Not wasting any time nor distance as he reached with his hand to daringly take her own to have his lips brush in the most tender of fashion over her knuckles not caring who had watched. They had not allowed them to see each other till the day of their marriage. Edmure was going to make the most of this, and there was definitely more than simple joy with the way his supple lips curved into a dashing smile.
“My apologies for the question, it is just…you are more than just fair, but divine. I did not think the gods would bless me this day but they have. My Lady.”