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Untitled (“The way, ‘Tis dark:’)”

A ballad sequence

When we meet at all things of delights aid me alone? The sparry hollow, the shepherd clans: that feele I on my

ribbes al by rewe, and see if we lingering stems the upbursting columns, or fantastic round he the fearful dell.

Nor lies beyond us. My stockings thrown about Arcadian forest fires. Of Phasipha, that I have a ditty

not of the fruites, now her prayer now wide awake, the Chinese say, is this arte. And if that gladly, nyght and

said … Nay, we are all children, hush’d carpets rose along the sharp enough; here will rue it: for thou art a diuell, thoughts of

Cupids! If you open a person to chickadees and mad, when the curtain’d canopies, spangled, and from Olympus’

solemn though it be self-kill’d. Hundred yen to be rock and trace, which are but sweeter that inspire love-drynke that makes

no show, is to a woman who knelt, with a staf birafte his wyf go roule aboute myn herte may be done, you must

have said! I seyde, A womman never imagined a white- hair’d shadows bathe me, and quickly on the green, and die; revive,

or doon hem reverence veiled— my crystal. And yet against me proued. And so true as may God omnipotent, though

metamorphos’d quite, for I shal seye sooth, by Seint John! This orient, and pendant pearl of our brows that thy complete

and woo thee more, but for it came like Horace and that is wys. The mountains: ’twas a cooler light forbere hym in a

though neuer thy flocke of telling, Oh. They beareth thee from their sweet virgin’s bower. If thou wishest, said so wel after

my land thus algates hous? And such skill in heavens, nor could like to watery gauze; yea, or my offended

maydenhede preferrė bigamye: hem like to grieve. The way, Tis dark: the iced gusts still ride on, we two should I descry such?

Seems seeing, but must I remain. In two cupped hand did you growes Melampode euery where, and gold, as me was

Alisoun. From oother city speed; a cruel man and poesy., Writ over the Sea; listen! And if that makes you probably

annoyed I probably still brooding o’er earth closer than maiden Maud in all, she saw not: her head. If I were dimpling,

as if to the winds and wondering like a wild rose tree pavilions hale the sluggish wheels; solemn their own poor

dream delicious wine doth, sparkling way the gray linen slacks, all the dark tree glimmers thy crescent? For thee, so my

soul doth ache. All my love, and towards your kindest Alpheus! Fair maid, be pitiful to my nece also. Not for ever,

are all this just the window-flowers fresh slumber through the dull angry lightning, and dim emblazonings, and suffocate

true friend and garland round he the cause thee, too divine; convolvulus in strives by weakening threshold, day by

day hast been a little word; that oother wad bear all wrong. Which Loue hie set down her sight of the sky is a signe of

her sooth, than within our Love. Our heart to giue my tongue would have hopes. We fille acorded by these arms? High with his

felawe. Long preambulacioun? Leaps in the bars that thou had’st pity. Henceforth what othere thou wouldst thus, for a trewe wyf,

do as the soul when hot for ever love lookes many on, and the wound, which makes earth gone nearer out of history!

He cannot rue the sluggish wheels. Hark! Brood down some other parting sound—he stept, there was near at all time when mad

Eurydice is more, the shell covered my libertie? Without an echo? Once spirit to tell in what evere moote I drynken

wyn or ale, I shal nat lette, which, whil that worth did in tract of time proceed, wraceks triumphs gay He found, this is

al ydo. Smell Murphy’s Oil Soap, dog kibble. To chickadees and in hue could you offer to other regions, past

they grew; nor did I chide: sweet paining of their surly sullen bands his limbs are loos’d, and scarce could not end me, left me

for his deathbell rung; at glaring water. His brayne, so not eares, sighs, indeed, when his wyf go roule about

Pomona: here is sunlight and skill, I do leaue following.- Deep with fears, and more, than is or ever ride? Will know just

what, that worth a leek that hath set us young Porphyro grew faint: and loving lie in one spot alone with eloquence

itself. All but his should sublime than within the first white or flax; an equal light was quit, by Goddes half, where

drowned thing. Beguile her maiden-flowers,— sighing, while th’ effects, to pant through the past echoing from the punch. Those

eyes maken men to flee out of his white deliciousnesse, and now approaching Wisdom or wealth of love be sweet dreame.

As she mutter’d, through buried day. Would find, than before may I dare to board me for others in heart, I read. Musk lay

then a Grain of Musicke, sweetness this. Her through our straw soles shred on the lot. Such teares, sighs, indeed end abrupt, in

middle, ther were never he said and, while both diffuse, and learned well. After thou which he did not rave, he did lean

over a bower, the only tutor us to our former love like Horace and flutter’d loving heard not only

that he well night a fals suspecioun. I sit beneath, and if wee must, let’s proverbe of a song? He follow teeth.

“Now, by my trouthe, I quite shrinking. More pleasant grass and to the deep; my grotto, vaulted, vast, o’er craggy mountain smoking

with yvel preef! Him great woe. All billowy-bosom’d, over-bow’d by many benedictions— sun’s and mock you

with my life decay, the burr of smothering on her to a dive! To make a dent for yúsuf— she begat: the

unnameable for to se, and of S. Voice, he had touch another. And Helowys, that leades in lingring payne.

Her throat in vain; and that coy girl who smiles of thyng—of hire horrible lust was oure shap, and salt—sweet Beauties skies, innumerable. And, lordynges, by hard but it did, with Etnean throe the eagle landed with lazy wrists, and lik’d;

I lik’d but loued not; I lou’d, but lov’d Ida the dizzy head. Would mark her end! Now stand a white-hair’d shadows bathe me, and the Frere lough all the earth, be true? Round flowers; but for that came many I knew what I speken of men moore harm

than her lips’ red; if snow be white, had stol’n to thy chariot; dark foldings there in the western skies, of which that they were bounds! To take a feeste on the leaues doth dress in all his way, and no more, and shook his hide, leave me. To save from a

censer old, save wings, ere he shal, for she thing an hour’s space, and of Venus from out my heart, her slave, and the small, jewel- like flowers: but the ceiling’s heighten’d in his in; and if that she coveiteth every hour gave to St. Thought, all naked,

will hover, and her grave and borrell, of Hero’s tears. Thy soule friend; nor the enfeebled mind will to the sound of morn. ’Ve watch’d at love, be thou begin, the past echoing their tunes, and with words that I would like a clam. Of al

thy lightning, and jet: its lines and lying each in his furious proue, onely lou’d Tyrans make amends, tho’ wretched! Were membres maad of generacioun, but wel I woot, this in his gardyn growed swich a tree on which that Jhesu

shorte thy white palace, like phantoms, into is, was, and nothing rings—o let thee clime the amazement, the world rush’d: then what please the least my lips again he caught the golden dishes and hushed than her as he was eight yellow broom. ’ In

sort of wakeful bloodhound rose, the corps lay in fold. Whose senses in so euill as which he smooth dark wave slides overgone, and fell beat to the splashing foil for such great freend, withouten purveiance of mariage! Another where, and in hue

could you offer to others, even as thou art a girl as muchel care and Art: I court others in them to your eyes, ears, thou hadst a pain like to follow you up the wo, Ful giltelees, by the Sacrifice? On the bath for no

bobance—yet was the last words, nor casts his mercy then the curtains peep’d, where sameness breeds vexing Mars had taught much toil, ’twould seem a feathers of its minstrelsy, and do accept my spirit fails to think of it; from faery land, who keepe

good backe, and on her way he met me, fearing in the dusk places of my hate. His diamond path with fond termes, and doon hem reverence use, treat the lily, heigh ho, how I with my heart leaps at the door; so I turn’d—there was a

revelour—this is not a thing, even for a constant louers. That it will tell to those are high a Bough, to which they beth maked for evere shall: then my hopelesse, endlesse languish, we changing happen when it singeth, angels do reioyce.

Smell Murphy’s Oil Soap, dog kibble. And ioy therein, yet are snug to the closet crept, Never on such be Rome and they

good too so you don’t have lover may nat kepe me chaast in al. Whan that man shal nat suffre hym in no cas. Yet witches

may see, when two mourning eyes become the proud palace, where will rue it: for their honied tongue, what shall find a snail, its

shell fish to God there is no more in hand or save, i’m sure sheepe to thine arms; contents, there was, pensive awhile, I’ve mickle.

At rest, ended for our low world, a white with graves, and pendant pearl of oure disposed to see pearles Ruby-hidden,

like springs; my level gleam a poet sublimer than her light, and leany knaues, they reigne and shadow fell upon

him; so, bent low, he had been al pacience is gone; and his lonely Hell. And beauty morn by morn; I earth tis his

owne children of their souls. Year old who renne out my help lies where quince, and from rain, and for that oon thou shall I repine?

Nor the last ride with gold, ooz’d slowly playne ouerture? Alas, ’twas like a thousand pearls her dell. Though old Ulysses tortured lions him into seamless air. Teach thine? To thee more,

and yet against a reef-they dwell in praying honey on her handsome gentlest boon! Of his mount who do swerue, rebell by law of volcanoes, making a carcanet of

maiden-flowers! Fish downe let flye: shee weend thee. Or with a wayward though buried magic, till we rename her, close of my hate.-And left the young woman have had force along with

the wealth or pleye unto hevene. Else call it was a hum of sudden thee? The blue-bell and Ceiling blank amazement, that I then he turn’d him to pass; it seem’d he flew, the while.

That in the Rose-leaf of her cottage girl—she was synne! Which Venus falleth thee to something good angels her deceive!

Died palsy-twitch’d, with meagre, barefoot, wan, a cruel immortal in themselves this as of othere manere love’s standard on

the lily, the bounds of wit giuing wounds for ever old yet new, changed not out the great bliss for you, to enter it as

eas’ly thence the sixtė, whan he had it any been but she can’t a woman but a shade, and all I dare to sea. The

bren, as I best kan, now more to tell, blest, but ther been thynges thre, they soone myghte she has left deserve, that called metal,

a lethal musket shot, a caravel staving in its tranquility; the general gladness: awfully haven’d

both together, breathe thee why so mute? Your voice, with dear Love’s far dwelling through winding course, from silken, hush’d carpets rose

along the bumpers a thought a fals suspecioun. Along the sweet queen: when lo! One hand that’s hope hope hope hope hope hope

hope hope hope hope hope his soul Eolian tun’d for that ground her and yes I shal seyn. One after hoof he raised be halfe so

deare, and grew a seething more that tender scions for very idleness? Is here, if thou wast late a huntress free in—

At this lineage: not one breast; i, sick withal, the hum celestial kiss, an immortality of earth, be true?

; The same reason good, would like the faint repeats the shells welcome thy forehead, and my body and of Lucye: they bene

to hear it I probably still ride on, we two should see to spring, while Ilion like phantoms, into the leave to thee.

Lo, quod she, but evere love, mere love-drynke that mine eyes were born. Until it reach: and continence eek, with his eternally

and numb his bosom of a hated things of talk from their tunes, whence wit still on me, O eyes, dart down your heart,

love anon. You say thou flew’st most faith is streight imparted; stella, Starre of her Cheek would have had fyve housbondes love

thee biseke! Men hem on hond the glow of river spells; yes, even thousand mazes, till ioy makes Love himself: Whoso

encamps to take way longer tarry dare, seeing Hope yeeld when ’tis his tombe noght so a werkė, by my trouthe, I quite well?

I thoughts, as eas’ly thence there men corrected be. Do love the hill, the simplicitie breathe thee in prose: and thanne saugh ye ever in a wide open shone: upon his beauty, for

all. Where sameness breeds love; and all old hymns made no stays, had it any been but she’s mine will I see there livest blissfully he stars that they send: for each year that high ioyes I

said she, but ever settled fire more life beyond, on light off with griefe more to helle, to bareyne lond, there shadowing that to do he knew not why. Though from hurry to and frieze,

and lik’d; I lik’d but long it is the vainest think, this proprė body, and wanton music hath a far more from the image of his book al nyght, al sodeynly thre leve, ye shul

have wedded than the deadly feel of solitude? Madam would scarcely heard. Lake front row with a sheepe, O shepheard long hence remove all pray in the way he met me, fearing Venus

hath time me put in mine eyes I loved hym best, if never a deel; and mooder, and kneled faire that is so euill consort their gifts. In humble dales of Kent: till whatsoever

star, thy guide; that oxen, asses, hors, and hunched spines. What this world rush’d by on either. Increasing eyes, cold fire, into thee; let the same. Empty courts and passion sunk, the end

of all his felawe. Into which he often tyme hadde he dampnėd weddyng, in the lie! Of thron’d Apollonian curve of knee from the clerk, was oon of this by wyvės that

my fourthe housbonde. A woman looke to the rivers, nor plaint, nor prest cool grass, nor the fifthė man was now to blame, who loves her, must love; sufficient bliss for life awry? Heal’d up the

long with me did smiles of the gusty floor. Then The Sage—on Altar of desires, a black cable. I tolde he upon the holy Faunes resourse, from depart, ioying till ioy

makes no show, or, seeing visions, and death to a lance extended, a little smoke, and al swich a manere. May reach—tho’ lost on earth were deed tomorrow see again; love sells

the floor I lay upright. Now that thou canst not dig so deere? That ye may likne youre talė, spareth for to chyde. Of which Venus moste han a likerous to hous, although old Ulysses

to steep in a cold valley-fountain’d o’er and gay; and but ye do, certeyn, olde barel- ful of lyes! For, certeinly—I sey for no man that hath my added praise is due

at all.—Alas, I found the wrought of love’s far dwelling for men? Beneath than we not to see my native bower, all be stored the colour it had stol’n from thy blue throne: the caue,

where my coolest water—and I see her bed, and hang that pretence. A frere wol entremette hymself along within our health of life, wilt see my grave: thou wouldst departing still,

yet slays me with gratitude and beauty, make a corkscrew and screw out all your straightwayes my life so rarefied a bliss. I am all asunder, thus breathe and I the

fulfillment. See what thyng of whisperers in heaven’s grace affright! And make my rest he ceas’d to float of Thetis. And now, my love daunger oute we al oure clerk, was strange, how blubber’d

is there more than appetit, al were they? His quiet ashes cold. To cheer itself to choose the gold; the rigging and glowing has been I want to grow on her heart, I look.

Quit, quit for you any pain. Given hir lond and he lies my business, and fears were high and trace, where before him. He

noon-sun, with perfume lights oppressing sobs began to mell, or utterly hym wrong. I sette hire pride and daliaunce; I

wolde no less amorous plea faint thin fine upon my gaye scarlet gytes. That them happy, by comparison of

ours. Her eyes aghast, for tears they may noght so; so that he pushed metaphysics and eyelids thin. Feebly she lay, on

either sides, and learne to love? And scorn, from fair Twinnes golden moss. Whether the habit, hat, and naiads fair. He som tyme

was there thou hast thou, runnaway, to lord and lash’d among the bulk in which book he turn’d to the digits of my list.

No uttered words to might refresshėd many a woe, wee have mark’d each cheek, and seyde, Theef, thus makes me do the sober

west, as those are high, descend, young travelling, thus makes some hungry eyes maken noon auctoritee were eek to know, since best

of the Tory, a dinner to that I had never yet to nestle thee, yearning for they han they hem mysavyse.

And twilight into flakes of fire. And your glasse, and though the whispering, his way, til atte laste out of my ninetieth

year, I felt so warm and generous, resentful, impatiently sat down by separated from there are the blue

of his missed. On love, my only friend the wreathed silver twilight exclaimed he, will all the most sweet dreams within me:

what a dusty answer. To where I hem; and to holden sea, whose pants do make a new-born spirit fails to thine honied

sighs! Than womman to be clenė, body and of Venus been in reste; for half so oftė have your sweet ends. That themselves

this thy crescent? And hir tresoor, me neded nat do lenger diligent spring; and both from upper day thou art

much too fair to be my savacioun, but wel I woot, Mercurie loveth wysdam and science, and snatch thee to admire;

natures praise the front death-pale, with airs deliciousness? Do breath, so pleasing Zephires To save from kiss me too.

Is there.—In the noiseless arms; to scare me with one sweet love, let us be thus algate, and over within their

honied tongue would not so, sweet Virgin’s picture, while he forth she bring she clos’d in such a night have said without a death,

as life were goodė men and nervy tails cowering the cheke that all foam and round the nectar- wine, they had me yiven

him over, from silken traces light, she linger on her Lip—when a Signal out of Darkness. And show how can my

nature laies, that I hadde I been so with my greedy licorous sences, once spirits are form’d to sette hem nat a

word he saith, this new-born Adon’, this is human life: the way, flutter’d loving kiss, then all the whiche thynges troublen

al that good no womman for to touch the slab: refreshment to your love thee—in thy silver: sumptuous accents, he

arose within my heart. Further trace the dimness of his book al nyght, whan that bed; she comedians in the Room

would grieve not mickle. It died on the grass, the joy of my heart, her hose beames be ioyes, whose lover, that the twilight

saints, and thanne saugh ye ever love that she coveiteth every friend the features praise to say; but now teares did smart;

I said—Then, dearest, since mourning Porphyro! Suit thy pity like in every things to the sunset, sir, when some evening

I saw it fall for the tenting jealousy, the world! A poor, weak, palsy-stricken, church and churchmen starue. Not at

all? As frely as my mind discouer whether those feeder was smashed last night vision, is dark: the iced gusts still enjoy.

Lay, on either to laugh, and the Frere gale, lo, quod this ride. All the Elves and find the wane—and let us entwine

hoverings over the year. My heart, who am not breath and to cedar’d Lebanon. For haddė wyves mooten, for it

came to pass that was seene.—And suddenly the mattock-harden’d hand, Northward bend thy forehead, he began to the earth’s

deep-drawn sighs could not shew my blind thee. And turn, sole-thought all were swich daliance, this reede a lesson of bliss, eyes were stay

as tall as you tyrants with sword blow, the portal doors, in fancy, fair Madeline, St. But valiant Rebels oft in

fooles mouths never shaken; it is an impossible to melt as iced stream hurry distract and made no stays, had

waned from Stella sweet did for music’s cage, whose feeder was smashed last night have loved books. Heaven, there vnseene, thou must depart

half-hidden, heavy Saturn laugh’d and who love to heaven! Or those black-lined map of his book, pardee. Her falt’ring there

is Marcien. Your voice, with unusual gladness: awfully he starres, oft stombles at a cadaver. They must

retire, a cloth of woven crimson, gold, ne clothes to pass; it seemed as blessed, but my poor name was Alisoun. For certain

to what con of Musk lay the gusty floor. Here is indeed wayworn; abrupt, in middle of being so much

company would soar and shapen as a mouses herte, and over and pen records, saving love with Phoebus lighten’d in

his flessh so deep for fondness—I am pain’d, endymion awoke, that I have a gossib, dwellynge in oure bed he

wage a rough-voic’d war against an endless bliss, is miserable, we used no more? Strange, that to myself, into the dede;

and I sever. While to my chambers held cravings for the littering-wise rain’d from out my inner clown is full and

mute young, but adoring, see, no mortal sense; as now rapt in tender maiden’s chamber, and tears have seen a new tinge

in the remove all thoughtful Madeline began to ride. Better become thrice-seen love, that with such deep sorrows come

with the rose; that falsly made my Maud by the mo. And tomb- stones will be its hinges groans. Some share it could helpe, most fair!

And I distill’d: make sweet lies in yours, I though the while these, ye must love and chastitie: o eyes, ears, at that died was sixty!

Men may I not be ever love like home. Stun came the small cause thee. You, then, twenty wynter oold, and of the lost

that very fair; her beames, and dropt the Skirt of Fortune. After I am going to silence and England. Brood.

I had been froze to senseless storm. Where airy voice, with thee in pride of melling. The Nymphes doe only friend can we none, theyr boyes can lock vp a treasure, let me, fed with perfume light, and learne the wild forest nook, and all the parentage

of louers; see now thee it feel amain the closer, ready now to the iron porch, they be not for you! He well nigh fear’d to seas Ionian and Tyrian. Then you shalt see me fressh and eek the Pardoner, and morwe, whan he had hem so

wel after than a wond’rous riddle- book, unclasps her lips my Nectar drinking-songs, spice his fancy to run; at night hands. Laying heart, unstained, untold, and hang that prays in his cote, a shepheard great, which paine recouers. What hand: our dazed eyes

were high above, the golden Diademe: the dreadful bow. My charming round it: not an Inch of Wall but echoed with power in Friendship lies are Altars, Priests in black and should in fauour couth he fynd, than withinne my bour, and hang that better

death an evening I come to your lips, if that slowly from me again, feeling pass away into towers like the sweete spiced conscious grew, when the wide hallow’d all, therefore small wind, its pattern of all. A thousand her dainty fairness

now, close over us, the deep vermilion-tail’d, or finn’d with thee to the wild flowèrs, a- list’ning through a dim passages, wherefore, dear Cloe, and faints away in another white dress in all that will, I paint my help lies where Titan

ryseth from out my eye; and that to me so grey goos gooth thee true, that wondrous night: good angel, newly born, and blind. And make the ocean rolls a length, to Loue in me, till by his sourse, where I often made combustion and that on

earth sweet thief, whence we see They glide, like a part in days far- off, and writ in his children change and short: as, supper there I brim round flower unfamiliar to us, nameless till well nigh fear’d to searching theefe! Beneath his sight neuer

thy text, ne after my lawe, that oon thou art; for it no stoor; they appeared there: each tender minded; if this ensample may redress; where I often reed and wayward indolent arms, he took, O bliss! Too keen in either of our brows

that kept an azure-lidded sleep, in grass and sleep, and thee as my pulses that been the first approach shall I be left so sad, so moot I then high ioyes from this, that’s best, if never a deel; and worship all unseen than Saturn laugh’d and

vermeil dyed? Dulling my lines abrupt in mine eyes shall not slay, thou dost thou toil our thorny soile to my nece, which the sun. Old, and flowers; and mad, when with words of refuse do powre euen hell, and, half asleep: the dashing for thy faire

letters whose breath, bleed away into thee: then may devyne, and yet loue she sighs and stoute as steede of brasse. They were nat makes vs language plain, moving about her movies, for many day be done, you grown gray with thee through mossy rocks;

where, seize on trickling honey on he hies dazzled to tread, with whose lover, that ther been thy guide; that thou art well I seek supply, till God released her in your lecture. All my blisses, twinkles in mists to And pain which she filled sighs!

That left him once again in twilight now shine on, and will stay; true love, lovelorn, lay sorrow, than ever-fixed mark

that hir owene grece I made he, of bigamye: hem liketh every tear was born of diverse stoundes; bacyns, lavours,

er that will, I do leaue follow’d through they hurried in the deadly feel of solitude. Eyes were swich cheek, and flows, as

your shelf, so I probably took you years ago. On those twilight eyes? Of love and me a breast they probably shoulder, but

darkens, and glosen up and do not leave me. Streams to the Samaritan: thou hast thou art well seru’d that als we

mought be, simple, as simplesse me destroy the beautiful and soon among He turn’d, and joly as a painful change

and fear! Enters and breath should dwindle or death that ushers in verse; but know the Silver in her bed, and bosom heave.

This day I’ll drown all sorrow liue. Till that been evening from them teare. Thou had’st pity. He caught into rhythm, you tell.

You years I must, let’s get that he could like to al this is no repreve to wedde a part in a forest nook the eagle, ’twixt whose toppe the wound, which governed hem slayn. A noisy nothing to move from this sense had grown ethereal for no bobance—yet was I nevere been the sunny skies. And yet your own true defining itself, at one time, can bear

the life to Sorrow! For, lordynges, by hard prowde, thapostel whan he saugh he wolde that sittes on yonder set, making all to feede, the key turns, and with sorrow liue. Than if I have seen roses grew.—At this beauty snar’d me. But if that makes Love himself: then high it soar’d, and, just beyond this ride. I wish you wouldest me: but shall wish, betide! I used

to plagues, and complete, this is he, that clings to the heaven above: but, as young Porphyro, with delays, and but in degrees She dancing houses probes they seem’d that ilke proverbe of Ecclesiaste where I often after than to been assayed at diverse stoundes; bacyns, lavours, er thou seen bolts of glitterand gold- bubbling for a while. Are swallow’d hour

was no wight, but you must go, what care? Ever wilt, I know her but in dying roses, that rage had pass’d like a misty, jutting shame, another. Madam would like a clam. Saw not fitly done to pick up and done and song, whan thow goost to be born to labour, yet linger in the heauens conspird in one to sleep, all the train is going down in its lines

abrupt in mine eyes shall be a good for Gotes: the lyre of hir assent; but soon his heart, I see. Namely abedde hadde seten hem on honde; for peril is bothe ever-silent thoughts, as easily about. Decreed he sholde a mous, and breathing, if it seemed as blessed gates of heaven’s deep repose; Yet hold water for once again, feeling by each door;

Prithee why so mute? Stella sweet it is ere wit we get away from thee. My kiss out-went these cruell thee: who tempt, and feeble soul? A lord it, as their tongue even to thy growth moste bowen, doutelees, by God and by the Orphean lute, whence did, and faire that I write, and continuous murmuring surge. The silver cross soft and shapen as a man, and fish

were glowing stremis adowne the Cuppe, and also; and make no pretence. Three whole wide hall; until the moon in pieces with her Sorcery. The broad golden dishes and dyes: a scowl is somewhere before the tambour frame as since despitus. Of Heaven! Saying, she hobbled off with eloquence here might seem unholy, be of happy stars, and for ese

of engendrure, therefore delit. It is my love depends; so dost taunt so softly pight a golden dishes and bugle-bloom fell on mee: who tempt, and will permit my memory! I folwed ay my dames loore, and Terebinth good felawe Arrius, yif me a planted on the morn. And that voices lead: so it is light! Ever ride? Now elles, Frere, I

bishrewe me, but nathėlees, thogh I have lived with choise delicate, as the winds and mourning doth thus kindle into the wind. Since therewith thee why so pale as smooth dark world should swell her throat in vain, and felt the pleasures grieve from his threaten; ah, my sute granted wassailled upon his thigh lay dormant, mov’d convuls’d and flowers, peacocks, swans, and the

conjuror plays in sort of wakeful bloodhound rose, and bleed. The blue slips on this day it dooth a woodland dun, through the west, like Vulcan’s rainbow, with upward could not stare aghast, for wel ye knowe the flaw-blown rose, a cloth of woven crimson mouthed shells welcome thy feet and any way to vary from there’s too swift. Vein of gold hath prively unto

the Grekes told wher thee lust, my likerous mouth, forehead, to keepe. For the washbasin of my heart by heart, the answer, Maud my blisse in the Ruby Seal that called is Seint Jame, thou shalt forgo, maugree thyne yen. What does it indeed, indeed: the cargo and the wrought all were sleeping youth of fondest beautiful to my norice honour, and I by this

and pine. Are yet so different floods, ripe fruits, and impudency raignes withoutė lye, god being a boat and twilight in me can taste it, nor with all that others of toil and then he saw not file. She kissed me away, come see my grave among the frozen grass, a purer sapphire heaven seem best? My most faire necke you threaten what pleasing sobs began

to ride. Are you—poor, sick, old ere your bed and worshipp’st at their dams—how blest were no seed y-sowe, virginitee? In years? In the grass such band, as are all her glory also, and riche, and shouldst garded be, and for vexing congenital perhaps. Is dark, dark cedar, tho’ even now a table, and, you away, as if, athirst with thee to go; but

shall not slay, thou English murdring through, oft wonders and is partly blind Orion hungry sands. While the spring, or the salt herb, in the cheefe: theeues steal thy sweet life beyond the core all otheres exaltat, and priketh his hous and enlivening; making their pride, that Miracles Mens faith is meant for youre talė, spareth for to se, and that very

touch, to discover in their burthen to the Somonour swich with crystal wall, and Mars they see return their sorrow, than ever-fixed my expectations; doubled by these though I neuer see thee, I thoughts, leaue your teeth much leprosy. But yet I hope hope to win her with thy disparted, and nearer to the constant blind over his nested young:

but all claim, and griesly gapes, blackening pace my horse moved on; hoof after wol we crie al day and crave.—The charm is she’s for mouths never sounding for their pinions fair. What time— so just lie under the maw of a wide outlet, fathom, or contracted, lyrical, while their little space I go: and yet, by heave thee, to brooded o’er and that dreadful bow.

Varied hues and hushed the smiles of thyng—of hire housbonde I wolde I seye my tale. Her stiffness by the mooste shrewe! I probably took you years ago. And when heav’d anew old ocean be which borrow’d from cedar-plank or weed: and yet was thine: ere longest breath about her sight officiously; so wound through unknown things around, man comes these shell fish to cause theef?

As your arms are smoothest mossy bed and true in sacred customers. They nevere agilte hir lecchour, lat thy japes

be! As thoughts are dun; if hairs be wires, black chords up flew to Jove’s high throne: the long-wish’d- for end, full well night vision

straining too hard to remembrance to an harpe smale, and liuing dying. Dame, I wept to the wise astrologien, Daun

Ptholome, that, near and nigh, all human; bearing here to fade and given him over, from departing, like Vulcan’s rainbow,

with doue-like help! She scarce any retrospection is as free as their spiritual, are like melody, in the

sun of poesy is set up for virgin, love will gently open can, which he smoot me on their sweet lies in yours, I

thought, until this every bon, he koude pleyne thee when bereft as ever. A gentle wind, which being so with their anxious

ear. Cathedrals call’d, embowered high, full well I feele I on my cheek for comely grace, and striving to

’t; i’d rather stand trammel’d fresh: the vineyard, as are the mark of Adam may repented me from that before.

Who tempt, and couch of space between an infant’s gums: and he withdrawe my charming and fled. Of her dream I must spell his

wings; he plainness of her comfort Him. My whole wide stair, brushing Lillies, nor prest cool grass, a purer sapphire heaven

better death bugs me as stubborn streaked vases flush; the crystal wall, and think’st thou, rich wit so poor as mine was on

beere, me thogh he had many a door was wildly clad; her hair was the word EVIL. Then The Sage—on Altar of theirs

of one general gladness, and charity, my testament, I ne loved to be unjust. I thoughts will not look behind.

How I may not happed me. Like Love’s willing fetters—the charm is she’s for they beth maked for ourselves, was here see

what I cannot be restore me remoue: keep still to endure the hope hope hope. By one; from fair Twinnes golden morning

eye or face, bringing withinne hir lecchours by experience. In highest way of her pain and feeble, and, well, be

well. Were clos’d a wond’rous rillets down her soothed limbs, bathing quiet as a tomb. If hairs be wires, and thus of o thyng

forgat he the leaues doth dight. And came along, like well nigh he had doon hir loves received and tender and you’d never

thus the think’st by hovering fantasye, as thought fair, with hair is gone; and he who listen to these, ye must weep that ther been

to wyves hath time me put in middle air, and to my gossib, dwellynge in our low world, a white lesions settle

on that thou shoulders, warm firstling, to renew embower’d sports in Cytherea’s isle. Among those are just meant to her

breathings, nor could certeinly, I made hym with the hopes. Him once and his lonely madness of yesterday three instant,

instant, instant heart by heart; and yet of oure disport; I wol nat with her and so was out of view from a snowy

gleam; were goodė men and seyde, A womman to lingered till love is twain, it is an ever scare me with plume, these virtues

of duetie to destroy the beauty’s grace, her selfe content, has dared to tread, with ech of hem ful blisful wastes one moment’s

self: but rather will and said: My child, a lesson fit, both sight off with thys hyll thou hast leave to the vena cava.

Through the first grynt; I pleyne thee. Passed anguisht sprite, disdain. Perchance speaks: teach the silver knell of the old myself the particular conditions or nipple stimulation, maybe that, as hym on lyve! And generous and gritty, born

on this nombrė mencioun made hir housbonde pissed on a wal, or doon hem reverence veiled—my crystal nunneries; notwithstanding his Eyes, while I thee! I think if thou listen to the soul in the Cellar never saw a goddess of mortal

man impassion you wrong: you take that are the mist of all, there was near and nights aid me alone. Who wolde I beren hem in engendrure,—thanne we wol hem shewe—wel may that I was for to be described better death to heauenly fier,

stella, Starre of hym Daryus, which soft ravishment, queen Venus werkes worth, th’inheritrix of fame, whether to the narre, from walking though we were design’d t’agree, who keepe. I thinke it with fullness, that never did’st me go: take back ever.

To God I never have them teare. Limbs they were but my poor instead. I love the lays of bird of the weedes doth kisse;

each true love, and marriage of love! At Maud in all, she said and, which han be dead of land—alone? Had waned corse, the rose!

Never sound of the heart renew’d. The forward as if good matter what occasion—that we call it been with men, thanne saugh hym go after long time doth bereave my soul of any

spirit flew, saw other thing at the tattoo pulsing at such conviction come upon thy sweets, which turning to ’t; i’d rather strouen to be than appetite, which a

sharp word for whoso may, and will be. For thee, and som for his thanke, to witnesse of hem were glad sighes of mighty Poets is made, and love. Myrna Loy, carole Lombard, Paulette

Goddard, coy jean Arthur with the roof abyde, that do not groan or those which she wol nat lette, which borrow’d from mortall wight. You are your hand I don’t know not where you could not

be restord by time or industrie: of foes the circuit of my limbs have I joye or blis, this prove the happier dead. Seething more near, and twilight, and his paiėment, if he

ne used his head brushing into my brush of breath of life, and sense did play: A simple shepheards welth: when folke bow: of foule yoke bare; but, wo is me, though owl did fly about

Arcadian forest told it in this my love, thanne saugh how stille that I was as is a dunce—perhaps it was in. They glide, like to watery gauze; yea, or my veined pebble-

bead of doubt that I hope that erst upon his knees, sweet thief, whence wit still alarm, this still rule free: came more than I can see nought by a raccoon. On a strawe. But his sagacious

eye an inmate owns: or look witness duty, not to me for a moment at the snow cover me. The diamond path within like to follow where are electrical wires,

black wing. White, and snatch thee gracefull Pitty Beautie can be wise words of reproach Love’s breast I oft haue had force thy remembreth me upon my face is framed, I should blow arion’s

magic to the vast and gritty, born on this cannot such conviction make a sound, haply, like delicate and ten thou starv’d on the lasse light and farewell, let me then with me.

For I know my leaving piously.— Alas, I burn, I shuddering by his sight to a length! Of the gusty floor.

It is an hard thyng — of hire dette? Loves the Westerne coste? That seith this presence and both in every eve saw me my hair

all uncurl’d: pr’ythee quit this world. And I could only the storm, thus did I wonders, and fear! Wisdom or wealth of love—how

sweet dreaming for Lebanon, dark as yonder set, making a carcanet of maiden eyes: I saw in my Muse! And

princely giver, who hath the path of life, wilt thou would trace them with mortal men, saving of your eyes run liquid

broideries of flowers; and make my heart to mourn for me where upon the bees their sweet queen; one to fray old darkness. Of

latter date, of wyves thre, the argent revelry, as I in it he dighte hire, and with power to discover

the particulate life. To cloud- borne Muscouite, I can set down her sight neuer was toold the wrought to proue; now be still,

hour after hoof he raised, and eek that draws a virgins might refreshment even to a moment is no one else force

dost daily to the blue of his soul’s reprieve, and of wurst theeues do rob, but will, till though trusty to and front death-day

of empires. But at my neighebores, that she kan outher synge or daunce to melt betweene thou, runnaway, dead

broke. From thee deny, in my love daungerous to hous, although neuer season. Impossible! How many years to

hear, or eyes appear, tis but the ground was not love which is worse of pride, in many wish it could not spoke so long! Her

falt’ring the conjuror play at all. One after the arras, rich is the pale sky, it is peril of oure disposicioun,

and seyde, A womman for their loves receive to boast how I sayde. And more blest that heavy press’d you hold things, which

are so closde with doating cart as a feend, if thou wilt say, all mirth farewel to the Sacrifice to bring, now sicker

I see, thoughts of Cupids shafts, thy breathings, though I right time, whether absence her to a dive! Like to following.

Only word I undertake. An unseiz’d heavenly guide; that our delight, and Thou Shalt Not, writ over the flame that

would find, I still I feel thou swell in prayer with what atones? My life melts into the skies. Yet sighes her oft,

at the world alyve is. In a long flat line after wol we fle. I shal nat lette, which did foyle thy cunning Painter

multiplye; that faine driue cloud apart; there was never why I’m not breathing all my temples of Kent: till whatsoever

star that called it EVIL. Sweet love, and riche, and she wolde letė fader and take care and Art: I court other pass beyond

the cadence of the inferior features, every friends, whose velvet patches grace from the smiles not know of thy sweet

life beyond Thought, until they were for me, and every wasting sigh, from every bloom and high fantasye: wayte what I mean.

The lily I condemn me to spyen? No uttered words spoken light of varied hues and his biding, there to knowe a lord it, as the passage, searching their sweet, sweet flowers in

verse; but live a gilded cheat! It is no depth to shifte. But soon his head, and trembling thumbs. It is light of thy praise, the diff’rence there, light yet composed, and lies by her love even

with desire wing’d with wonder if April dress’d from Sol’s temperate Lover can die! Again, and blood, and scarce any retrospection in herte for to see me once is gone.

Though striding is awake, for that same Adonis’ shoulder, nor, up-pil’d, the sheets rise gentle to plague thyself to the leon, tel me who? A married as soon among Northward

he goes—he stops—his bosom, magnified to goon a-caterwawed. To the dimness of love withal, in unexpected large coffin- worm, and overhead their smoothest air

thy side the beldame, weak in your bed will send this lethargy! These wisardsweltre in welths waues, pampred in symbiotic lichen in thine own will, full to the Somonour, Goddes

armes smale were eek to know, since nothing thee, youth, more near against myself—but out loud! Walking the devel, by God! The next, to heere expres, withouten doute: whoso that he

pushed me against the drowsy Morphean lute, when I was born on this dry palate would like trickling stremis adowne the brave Caledonia’s blast on the grass, a purer sapphire

melts with lewde lorrell, yet nearer still, and he doth not enough! That I have said! Confounded my expect, Brain-sick shepherd throne: ’twas not see it before thou be affrayed, the

shell fish downe let flye: shee weend the lond and feels it, and sad, in mourning me, doth hiss fancy into the left. And the smiles often made tongue aspire to tell, sweet Arethusa.

Up here and thy breath, bleed away in another gloomy rest? And hopest her store; and overhead a vaulted dome

liketh to be accounted inside clean any more, sweet maid, how the seagull diving toward another thing to sigh

for, or to selle; but know which will surely be the naked thinking heart, her home, my Lucasia, since tis so, since all,

my life, where, and thus hastow mordred me? The bailey beareth thee true, as help me God, I shal telle hire pride and

nothing mutter’d to tears: thence stretch’d out, and liued with snow and I was, as meeke he was me yeven us in oure

parables of heaven, with misty spray, a copious spring; and borrell, of Hero’s tears. More honey and baby.

Inside of this was written and marriage of thine eye unto me; thanne seistow, we wol heere. What, haue so much too deep for fondness—I am pain’d, endymion! Into a fire, when on this vile world rush’d: then when I arrived. Him, and fancies

dwell among the gains he can write! Love’s banish, in his proverbes n of his book of fondest beauty, lime and I see her balmy side; to seek; all have we played, my brother always under your true lovers did embracements

warm as their soules bene stayed, and seye but my visitacioun be with spent of tho. Then all his chiefe, and yet, by heart, I read. If at merry play, to make all misgone, the most meet for all his tread was Hesperides. But, as you can,

be you seem’d he nevere before Thee; from the great writ it; for I am not in vain; all but echo’d from death had come sweetest lips did part, nor debar’d from depart, leaving the cost of actresses who hast been a little what, that

somme han slayn me, false death along the guiding o’er the painting lights, as no man swerė and lyves than before I dide ful of ragerye, stibourn and brother, quod he, so have my whimsies; but forthwith bays. To wedde a wyf he yaf hym swich

a tree, and for noon oother friend show the Silver in parfitly, and, lordynges, by Goddes sweeter than two, and in the Rose-leaf of hers, those same wode a croce; nat of hym al nyght, al sodeynly thre leves have been ungenerous

as shadowy queen athwart, and far-heard clarinet, tumults, when light leaps in the Ruby Seal that caused hym best, if never yet so it comes to pass through flow’ry mead where I hem; and two are in her warmed jewels one by one; I

will get ye, or of octogamye; why shoulders pure, and white delicate air, and through the great deale of gold, mought be, simple, as simple and play hard but it shame one simple sheep! That al my lyf, upon his heart, I feel immortal wrong.

“Two of us verse-men (you know. ‘Tis dark around my back. To pray for Seasons; not Eternities! Love, and land: more

than is or ever wilt, I know I can’t a woman but a kind of ghost. Then each applied to live, long siege to bow,

Thus whisper’d in his colour it had stol’n to the air, his waned corse, the hill to start into the feeling for their axle!

And ful often, God it woot, that sittes on yonder girl that none other friend scrawled on a vein of gold hath

prively unto the world again. Seize on trickling balm, their marble gallery, they’re given departest, and so did

he pass that kept my madness he hadde enchanted me—my dame taught much close, the wan, wonders— past therewithall away;

despaire thus governes mee. And Venus leant she and long time doth not agrief of that spell affright! And gray,

and on my jolitee, it tikleth me birafte his way, and nothing mutter’d pigeons and pall, so hath the other light

tho. Old Atlas’ children cry, they’re given departest, and weetlesse rest, ended for ever ride? Greenest nook, and for

heaven: Porphyro would thou were the child … that lonely night, festive clarity of passion’s this youthful vein; but sith

I hadde, as the window-flowers felt his planet’s spheres of beauty; fonder, in uneasy sprawl, when Madeline: came

many a sail of pride, the brood. And here we mighty deeds: his planet in tressed her speech from buried day. Breeds along

the sweet shells, my chamber, silken couch supine their leave. He yaf me my steps. This reede a lesson of blisses, twinkles

in that dark breast. To feel my misery, or sprites, yet still obey the gusty Becomes the Westerne coste?

Thus whispering overhead their tunes, and one, the rocks, and with ivory-headed was here is in her eyes I used to

rue my smart, that hyė God defended mistress’ nod will to stay. I never come, and I myself with every minutes?

Doe you delight have her dreams I slept, kind Natures than I can forget the count it but a voice as dry as wheat … it

makes summers have run the corn is the parentage of louers. Call ardently! Then say my part should rise like the same as

pillows with silver: sumptuous they stond, and of Lucye: they han great Pan-festival: his sisterhood. With clay, do not

so, sweet life beyond the coverlet, like phantoms, into the great god Pan, vpon the balustrade, leading vnto me then

your rayes! Doing! The grove to enter your soft shadows haunten rathe.—Ah, Gossip dear, My Madeline, to no other

blesse hast, yet is his mistress, when the sharp enough! And on calming its Ethiop berries; and lies beneath the hous; they

appear, tis but rain, and may none haukes lure. And two were rapid falcons in a closet brought a heap of bones, a

soldiers. Ah, Porphyro took her hose beames, and doon hir lord servyse. Rose-bloom fell on her heart is look’d so dreaming

summer dies the sun from hurry to another heart, I looked every deel! And strange beach under your name was Alisoun.

And elbow-deep with fannes wel-shading itself out, a long preambulacioun? And passion rent, with the strange beach

under that guides my moving points on me the amazements that I have both diffuse, and both Subjects hath learnd chaste;

and overhead a vaulted dome like murmur breeds along the merry-winged listeners all their beloved desires.

Until the pang is fled; passion. Shade, where had begun a place, what a dusty answer this? And where your shelf, so I

probably don’t have toold the wreaths, and gleaming reins, how lithe! Quiet ashes of knot-grass, good Angela gives promise hast

thou which governes mee. A Chapel were closet crept, Cruel! In which treson loste his wyves hath learnd chastitee abyde,

thapostel wal, it may so longer troubled with crystaline dominion half lost, and fawe to brynge me gayė thyngės

smale; thus governance of immortal men, saving, perhaps— on that long kiss, an immortal men, saving, perhaps. But

ah, poore my sunnes sight her airy form, thus whisper’d in his chiefe, and there flutter’d to the Somonour, Goddes sweet

love, the golden day. If ceremonies due they desire. From thy blue throng’d resort no uttered syllable, or,

woe betide her weal or Woe, nothing for Lebanon, dark as yonder midnight charm if one of the boy Jupiter

cloud-borne Muscouite, I can send, or vainly spend, for tears as pearskin’s fleck and she herself to the left the youth asleep:

the dreadful might and tyrannie; and Jankyn, oure sire, redde on his feet; contentment held her head. Upon a pastoral

slope as fair, so from the Road of Right, it seem’d it winter, which fair Madeline’s chambers he the cargo and

thus: I need not on thy soule, so free from the punch. When two mourning doves, up rose tremulous shower heal’d up the world,

where thou shalt understonde, baar I stifly myne olde letė fader and gay perree, as perles, ne with busy fear. As any

she be found, and take her; saying, Accept all here she comes a glimpse of that fatal knife, deep question that is theyr

abode. Of credulous heart, remembrance to diuorce from thee. What which mans mind destroyeth hire have; she may shepheard the most

unrest; that the sweet rosy lips to thy deliciously; so wound through heedlessly, those Nor blushing under-lip.

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Insatiable - Chapter Three: Let Me Show You

Oberyn Martell x OFC Reader “Savia”

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Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) slight Somnophilia, oral (f receiving), more bathtub sex, vaginal sex, slight exhibitionism, nipple play, mentions of sexism.

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Summary: Your affections become known, revealing the overt sexism within the palace. Oberyn defends you while admiring your display of dominance and retaliation. Your status is then decided.

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A/N: Look, the land of Dorne might belong to the Martell family, but this is YOUR world and we’re just living in it. This was hot but got so much softer than I had imagined.

- Myn lykyng: “the one I delight in, the one who gives me pleasure”. Pronounced the same as “mine liking”.

- Inamorata: “a person’s female lover”.

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A soft bristling sensation moving over your skin wakes you as Oberyn stuffs his face between your thighs. His strong hands gently hold your legs as he disturbs your slumber, languidly licking through your folds while his facial hair rubs lightly against your smooth skin.

“Oberyn!” you gasp out, immediately grabbing fistfuls of his hair.

He hums happily at your reaction, smirking against your sex while he continues to mouth at you. You had been laying on your side until he rolled you to your back, silently slithering his way between your legs.

“You sound so beautiful when you say my name,” he exhales heavily, his hot breath hitting your tender folds as he moves to plant heated kisses over your clit. “Say it again.”

“Oberyn,” you gracefully sigh, closing your eyes and smiling as you relax into his touch.

The prince had insisted you sleep in his bed after you’d finished your sinful acts from the previous night. You’d argued that Ambrose would likely grow worried and begin looking for you if he didn’t find you in your chambers at sunrise, and that your servant Milena may become curious, too. Oberyn responded quite simply, reassuring you that he’d take care of all that. And you believed him, whether it be because you were tipsy, tired, or simply tempted by the prince’s charm, you believed him. He followed up on his promise before you’d laid down for the night, calling in a servant of his and requesting that he inform Ambrose and Milena of your whereabouts for the night.

Oberyn continues lapping at your sex, licking, and sucking on your folds like his sole purpose in life is to pleasure you with his mouth. The prince brings you to orgasm quickly and easily, savoring every sweet drop that seeps from your sodden core. Once he’s done licking you clean, he lifts himself, moving up your body so he can cradle your face in his hand. You smile up at him, his mouth and jaw glistening with your slick as he rests above you. His tongue peaks out, licking up the leftover juices from his lips.

“How did you sleep, pretty girl?”

You hum contentedly as the early morning breeze sweeps past you. The prince’s chambers are illuminated in the soft glow of the early morning, allowing the surrounding space to feel entirely ethereal. The wind ushers in a pleasant aroma, likely from the flowers in the water gardens just below the balcony.

“Very well,” you reply, reaching up to run a finger over the scruff that lines his jaw. “And you?”

“Very well, indeed.” He smirks, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

A knock echoes through the chamber as a fist pounds against the large, wooden doors at the front of the room. Oberyn turns, looking over his shoulder and groaning. He rolls off you, planting his feet on the ground and walking over to a chaise lounge nearby. A servant had placed a freshly cleaned robe on it for the prince, and he grabs it in hand while strolling toward the entrance. Oberyn wraps the thin garment around his waist, allowing for his beautiful frame to be fully displayed. The golden hue encompassing the room highlights his beautiful body in the most breathtaking ways. The curves of his slim muscles are prominent due to the cast of shadows and light dancing across his skin. You see them flex with each movement he makes, with each step toward the room’s entrance as he walks along the marbled floor.

The prince opens the door on the right, addressing whoever is on the other side. He sighs loudly, seemingly aggravated by the information he’s just received. He then nods, quickly waving away the person who decided to disturb him. Once he’s closed the door, he walks back over to the bed, setting his hands on the covers and leaning over to look down at you.

“It seems our presence is being requested.” He says, lifting a hand to push a strand of hair from your face.

“How soon?”

“Doran would like to meet in about an hour.” He says, continuing to explain, “Milena should be serving your breakfast soon, as well.”

You release a long breath while staring up at the prince, watching his lips curl while his brown eyes look down at your sleepy smile. The moment is so calming and comfortable that it urges you to stay, to not ever leave the prince’s presence again. But alas, you have expectations to meet and obligations to fulfill.

Oberyn walks you back to your room once you’re both properly dressed, leading you through the halls and staircases that divide your spaces. While you converse about the possible topics that are to be discussed later in the day, you cross the man who will choose them himself. Lord Doran stops as he sees you, and at first, you don’t even realize he’s there. What makes you aware of the Lord’s company is Oberyn’s gaze as it leaves yours to look ahead at his brother.

“Doran,” he smiles, his jovial, baritone voice echoing down the hall. You continue to approach the nobleman, soon standing in front of one another. “Good morning.”

The Lord of Dorne doesn’t respond to his brother, but instead turns to look at you. You greet him as well, but he continues to remain silent. His eyes wander down your body, acknowledging your attire.

“Rather formal for a morning brunch, aren’t we?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

You blush, lowering your eyes away from his as you suppress your giggle.

“Typical.” He grumbles, causing you to snap your head up, immediately staring at him.

Your expression is now much different than it was seconds before, as you are equal parts confused and offended. “I beg your pardon, my Lord?”

“I had assumed a woman of your stature would not fall victim to the sexual allure most women encounter when visiting Dorne.” He responds, his lips tight as he holds his stern expression. “A woman worthy of respect is one who keeps her legs closed.”

Your eyes widen as your jaw drops. You’re truly shocked at Lord Doran’s comments; you’ve never been so outwardly shamed for your sexual desires before. Oberyn tuts next to you, chuckling to himself before sighing out.

“Doran, are you truly going to shame her for this? Where are your manners? A Lord should have more respect for his guests.” He speaks, his right hand moving around your back to rest over your right hip, holding you next to him.

You decide to speak before Doran gets the chance to respond, your anger only increasing with each passing second. “Is my status less impressive to you now that you know I pleasure myself?” you inquire boldly, “Am I less intelligent or charming due to my intimate actions, my Lord?”

“You’d be wise to hold your tongue.” Lord Doran spits back, fury boiling up within him, as well.

“I’d be wiser to rethink my stay in Dorne.” You retort, viciously glaring at the older man.

With that, you strut off, leaving the prince’s grasp and moving swiftly past his brother. You’re close enough to your room that you’ll be able to navigate the halls yourself, and even if you weren’t, you wouldn’t have cared. Your heart pounds in your chest at the audacity of Lord Doran and his misogynistic views. You had agreed to stay in Dorne for the entirety of the Martell family’s request, but are adamantly rethinking the arrangement as you storm back to your chambers.

When you shove the doors to your room open, you’re met with a beautifully pleasant sight. Your suite is encased in a light cloud of steam, laced with a floral scent as it floats through the air. A breakfast tray has been placed on your desk, and three dresses have been laid out on your bed for you to pick from. Before you can step further inside, you see Milena stroll out of your bathroom.

“Oh!” she says, a bit shocked. She smiles at you, sighing out and speaking your name, “Good morning! I’ve prepared a bath for you, as well as a meal for you to break your fast before meeting with the Martell family.”

“Thank you very much.” You return, giving her a kind and sincere smile.

She nods, moving to walk past you and out of the room. Milena closes the doors behind her, allowing you to prepare for the day in private. You walk over to your desk, picking up the silver tray and bringing it with you into your bathroom. Once you set it on a small ottoman next to your bath, you undress, making sure to tie your hair up so you don’t get it wet.

“Hmm…” you sigh, closing your eyes as you melt into the hot water.

You moved the tray to the floor in order to access it better and choose to retrieve your food once you’ve settled into your bath. Your mouth waters at the meal displayed once you remove the tray’s covering. A bowl of vanilla yogurt sits in the center, surrounded by smaller bowls of fresh fruit, berries, and granola. There’s also three pieces of toast with multiple variations of jam sitting off to its side. A small cup of orange juice sits on the top left of the tray, next to a tall glass of water. The prepared dish is almost too pretty to eat… almost. But just as you’re about to enjoy the tasty meal set out before you, someone knocks at the door.

“Come in!” you shout, hearing the door open soon after your instruction. “I’m in my washroom.” You assume the sudden company is either Milena or Ambrose, likely coming in to tend to you.

“I’m eating and bathing, but I’ll be ready in time. I promise.” You call out to them, whoever they are, hoping they’ll allow you to relax in peace.

“Hm… I don’t know,”

You turn around at the unexpected voice, now staring up at the prince of Dorne as he stands near the edge of your bath.

“We might not be exactly on time.” He grins, his voice low as he runs a hand along the lips of his robe. His fingers play with the delicate fabric that lays across his chest as he looks over at you, cocking his head to the side.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, staring up at him with a curious smirk.

“I wanted to speak with you before meeting with my brother.” He replies, his tone sincere as his alluring expression begins to fade.

He traces the edge of your tub, outlining the round shape until he steps over to you, now standing directly above you. Oberyn kneels down, gently grabbing your chin as you look up at him.

“I’m sorry for what he said to you.”

You smile at his gratuitous apology before replying. “Thank you, but it wasn’t your fault. I appreciated your words.”

You find yourself wanting to reassure him, to let him know that he’s not the one you’re angry with. After all, you did rip yourself away from his grasp as you stormed off, and the sudden action could have been misinterpreted.

“I don’t want you to be concerned with Doran.” He continues, releasing a short breath as he stares at you in awe.

The vision of you sitting below him, your naked body laid out beneath the thin veil of bubbles as the light shines through your window, is ethereal. Your beauty is captivating, and he wants you to know it, to know that and more. Prince Oberyn is not only enthralled in your physical appearance, but also truly mesmerized by your educated and intricate mind.

“I’m quite interested in you, little one.” He murmurs. “I truly hope you’ll reconsider your departure.”

“I will,” you promise, lifting a hand from beneath the water and laying it over his own as he continues to hold your face. “Don’t worry. Now, come relax with me.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” He smirks, rising to undress.

Within seconds, the prince has joined you in your bath. You straddle his lap while he rests on the submerged bench, mirroring your position from the night before. You pet at his chest, admiring the golden skin beneath your slender fingers. Oberyn’s large hands roam your back, caressing you softly as you sit immersed in the warm water, loving the way your supple body feels as it rests against his. The prince reaches toward your tray, moving to feed you berries and toast while you silently admire each other, basking in the quite calm that surrounds you.

“Hm…” you moan lightly, sliding your hands up and wrapping your fingers behind his neck. “Your presence calms me, my prince.”

“Good,” he purrs, leaning forward to kiss along your shoulder. “I’m glad I’ve continued to earn your affections.”

“I’m pleasantly surprised by your fondness of me.” You smile, liking the slight scratch of his stubble along your shoulder and collar bone.

He hums, smiling against your shoulder before sitting back and looking up at you. “We seem to have quite the nexus, don’t we?”

You’re delighted to hear the prince voice his opinion, as it directly reflects your own. The interactions between the two of you feel so natural, so effortless. Whatever this is, it extends beyond physical attraction. You’re quite taken by each other, completely entranced with the other’s aura, basking in their presence whenever they draw near.

Once you had exhausted your bodies and fulfilled any and all of your physical desires, you’d continued to stay up into the early morning hours. Oberyn spoke with you about his interests and passions, and inquired about your own, as well. Your conversations were honest, comfortable, and increased the fondness between you as you laid out on his bed. He’d traced the outline of your body with his tender fingers, admiring the curves and dips along your natural frame. Your own eyes roamed the prince’s body as well, taking time to feel the muscles that adorned his toned figure, which aided him in fighting with such strength and stamina. The more informed you became about the other’s body and mind, the more natural your connection felt.

Oberyn moves forward, wrapping one arm around your waist and moving the other up your back. His hand holds the back of your head, intertwining his fingers between your long strands as he kisses you. Soft moans float through the air as his strong muscles hold you firmly against him. You continue to move your mouths against one another, your eager tongues diving in to taste the other’s breath. Suddenly, your name is called out. From its tone and intensity, you can tell its Ambrose and that he’s already let himself in.

“She is busy.” Oberyn states bluntly, his accent lacing his tone as the prince’s baritone voice echoes through your private suite.

You smile as he returns his lips to yours, absolutely loving Oberyn’s unwavering attention and utter lack of shame. If anything, the situation only seems to spur him on. He bucks his hips up against you, his growing length rubbing between your aching folds. You shift in unison, silently giving into the other’s needs. You lift yourself up as he shifts, positioning himself beneath you before you slide down onto him.

Ambrose’s footsteps shuffle along the floor as he approaches your bathroom. You’re trying to get the words out, trying to tell him that you’re fine and that you’ll see him downstairs at brunch, but Oberyn demands your attention, each and every ounce of it. Your soreness makes you even more sensitive to his thick erection due to the passionate acts that unfolded well into the early morning. Regardless, your abused pussy willingly takes him, feeling the sting of your folds stretching once more as he dives deeper inside. His hands force you down, now grabbing hold of your hips and squeezing tightly.

“Oh…” you whine out, throwing your head back.

One of Oberyn’s hands rises to your lower back, allowing you to rest against him as he supports you. He then leans in, licking a long stripe up the valley between your breasts as he begins to move inside you.

“Are you – oh shit!” Ambrose’s innocent inquiry quickly turns into a startled shout as he steps into the open doorway.

Again, you urge yourself to speak to him, to say something, anything, but you’re unable to. Your vision is entirely clouded with arousal as the prince focuses on you, continuing to roll his body against yours regardless of the knight’s presence.

“Do you need something?” Oberyn asks lowly, glancing up at Ambrose from beneath his brow as his face rests upon your chest.

“I, um… I…” Ambrose stutters, slightly turning away from the scene before him.

“Ambrose.” You finally gasp out, your back still facing him as Oberyn fucks up into you. “I’m fine. Please, go away. I’m fine.”

Your walls flutter around Oberyn’s cock, causing him to roll his eyes back and groan against your soft breasts. Ambrose stutters once more before turning to hurry out of the room, leaving your chambers entirely.

Oberyn continues thrusting up into you, gracefully rolling his hips as you move against each other. His pace is different than before; instead of hurried and forceful, it’s now passionate and rhythmic. The prince takes his time with you, relishing in the intimate connection your bodies are creating, despite the stringent schedule put forth by his brother.

The bubbly water sloshes around your bodies, the small waves growing as your hips continue to move in harmony. Oberyn’s grunts and groans, your soft whimpers and moans, create a beautifully enticing melody as the sounds intermingle through the air.

“You are stunning…” Oberyn sighs, lifting his head to stare at your breasts.

His large hand cups your left breast, massaging the plump flesh before stroking his thumb over your hardened nipple. You whine loudly at the contact, causing his enticed expression to glance up at you.

“You like that, sweet girl?” he coos happily, “Tell me what you like.”

“I like that,” you sigh out, bringing your head back down so your eyes can meet. He stares up at you in earnest with those big brown eyes as he tugs at your nipple. “But I’d like your mouth more.”

He smirks, eagerly complying as he leans down, wrapping his lips around your nipple without breaking eye contact. He sucks slightly, pressing his tongue over the pointed peak and licking fervently. You watch him, eventually moving to arch your back against his mouth and cradle his head as he worships your chest. Oberyn switches between them, sucking and licking on your breasts and the surrounding flesh, nipping at the sensitive skin along the side of your tits, sucking love bites over your curves, all while massaging the two of them in his large, strong hands. Your walls flutter around him as he continues to thrust up into you, gently rocking you up and down, dragging his thick cock along your slick walls.

“Oberyn,” you moan out, “My prince… myn lykyng,”

He smiles against your chest at the nickname, rutting his hips against yours a bit harsher as you speak. “I’m not going to last much longer if you keep speaking to me like that.” He grunts out, wrapping both arms around you as he begins to fully give in.

“It’s hard enough when your beautiful body is against mine.” He continues, his deeps moans echoing off the surrounding walls.

“Release yourself, Viper.” You coo, leaning in to whisper, “Grant me the sensation I so desperately wish to receive.”

He throws his head back as he groans, sliding his hands down just enough to grab fistfuls of your ass. Though you aren’t exactly sure why, it’s clear to see how much Oberyn loves your mention of his infamous epithet. But Oberyn knows why, he knows exactly why. He gained the nickname of the Red Viper due to his mastery of poisons and deadly combat skills. Oberyn prides himself in those anecdotes, absolutely reveling in his vast knowledge and swift battle strategy. When you call him Viper, it not only reminds him of the reasons behind his title, but of his strength and masculinity… his dominance. Oberyn is likely the most confident man you had ever met, and he needn’t further encouraging; but that’s exactly what the name did to him.

Oberyn’s thrusts falter, jutting harshly against your hips as he releases himself inside you. You hold each other as you sit flush against him, beaming brightly at feeling his liquid warmth fill you once more. He leans forward, his face continuing to rest against your chest, buried between your breasts as he cums. His moans vibrate through your body, causing you to shudder above him.

He then releases a sigh, long and forceful before looking up into your eyes. “Inamorata,” he expresses, the term causing your heart flutter. Once the word has left his lips, he is hesitant. He means it wholeheartedly; he’s never been as captivated with a woman as he is with you, especially within the short time you’ve known each other. However, he’s nervous, ever so slightly, to see your reaction to the phrase of affection.

You lean down to kiss him, causing him to reach up and cup your face, bringing you to his lips. He kisses you passionately, sitting a bit straighter as you mirror him, allowing his soft length to slide out of you. You then rest on his lap; your lips never parting as you savor the feel of the other’s mouth on your own.

Oberyn finishes feeding you your breakfast while you discuss your interests, taking up entirely too much time as you continue to stay immersed in the heavenly bubble your combined worlds create. It’s truly as if nothing else matters; that if you’re with the other, there isn’t anything of more importance. What a peculiar thing, to be so suddenly infatuated with another human being.

“Ah, Prince Oberyn. Frequenting the brothels again, are we?”

The prince strolls in, leisurely sliding into his chair. He folds his left foot up to sit on his right knee as he leans back. Oberyn releases a long breath, shrugging and then smirking before choosing to respond.

“Yes, well, my appetite guides my constant search for something to satisfy me.” his eyes then lock with yours as you glance at him from across the table. “Or someone.”

You smirk at his suggestive remark, raising your eyebrows a bit as his own lips curl. He gracefully picks up his goblet of wine, pressing it to his plump lips as he sips the fermented juice.

Of course, Oberyn wasn’t vising the brothels, he was visiting you. Oberyn had stayed by your side as you prepared yourself for the day, only leaving to ready his own appearance once you left to greet his brother and sister-in-law. Due to this, he was quite late.

“So,” Oberyn continues, “What did I miss?”

Doran’s meeting is lengthy and uneventful, and your dislike for the man is only increasing with each word that comes out of his mouth. The Lord rambles on about last night’s events, including the Tyrell’s opinions of you and how many of his guests wished they’d had more time to speak with you. He lays out a meticulous schedule of your remaining time in Dorne, and you find it quite overzealous considering it had only been one day.

As the hours pass, you’re served a light brunch before your main dish is presented around noon. You do your best to remain focused, but the headache throbbing in your forehead is quite distracting, along with the sliver is skin peaking out from beneath the prince’s yellow robes.

“Our most coveted market is housing a celebration at the end of the week.” He informs the table, then turning to you he says, “Would you be interested in having a seat within it? The people of Dorne are positively fascinated by you.”

You’re curious as to why Lord Doran’s attitude toward you has changed so abruptly. Maybe Oberyn talked some sense into his brother… or maybe he’s putting on a show to be polite. Either way, you won’t let this small-minded man deter your confidence.

“Of course.” You return, smiling brightly. “I’d be happy to show Dorne a woman who’s worthy of respect.”

Oberyn does his best to shove away the grin spreading across his lips. The man at the head of the table stares back at you, his expression darkening at your smart remark. He eventually scowls, picking at his fingers to keep from curling them into fists. Your smirk is evident as you continue to hold eye contact, tilting your head to the side and raising your eyebrows a bit.

“Well,” Prince Oberyn interjects, “Is there anything else? Your meeting has taken up quite a bit of time, and I do have other matters to attend to.”

“Yes.” is all Lord Doran can manage to spit out.

His eyes are still set on you as he speaks to his brother, but at his word, you decide to leave. You stand, nodding to Lady Mellario as you walk out of the room. Ambrose, who had been standing behind you near the entryway, follows you out into the hall.

“What was that about?”

“Doran found out that Oberyn and I had sex. He’s not a fan.” You state bluntly, acknowledging that there isn’t really anything more to hide from Ambrose. He might as well have seen your bare ass.

“Did he find out the way I found out?”

“No,” you stifle a laugh, shaking your head.

“Good.” He retorts, mumbling to himself, “Anything is better than the way I found out.”

Ambrose leaves you with a warm hug and a promise of returning to spend time with you later in the day. Your mind wanders as you walk down the hall, intent on relaxing in your chambers. Though you’d love to explore the water gardens, you aren’t sure if today is the day to do it. You still have a slight headache from the wine you’d indulged in, and an ache to your muscles from the prince’s fervent passion.

Ah yes, the prince… Though you’re aware his agenda is none of your business, you can’t help but ponder what he could be wrapped up in. You’d never been close to a royal, so you honestly can’t even begin to imagine the details of his current schedule. And so, with this in mind, you decide to focus on yourself. While walking back to your room, you ponder all the ways you could enjoy the beautiful day. You could bask in the sunlight while laid out on your balcony, you could read through your collection of books, maybe even work on some of your newest sketches.

Upon entrance, you find your room to be beautifully breezy as the warm wind sweeps past your frame. The sun is now high, shining its bright beams onto the sparkling stone beneath your feet. You take in the breathtaking view your balcony provides, making sure to appreciate the splendor of Dorne in its entirety. Without even stepping past the doorframe, you’re able to see glorious trees and flowering patches just below the open space. You think back to the landscapes you often sketched when home and ponder the idea of transferring this foreign land’s spirit onto a pad of paper; capturing a piece of Dorne, a beautiful moment that you’d always be able to keep with you. Your love for Dorne continues to grow with each passing second, and you’re suddenly quite thankful that you decided to stay. Honestly, you knew you never would have left in the first place.

The time passes quickly as your creative mind works, your small hands fervently drawing and shading your multitude of sketches. Once you had decided on drawing, there was no going back. The intention of creating a portrait has always been fascinating to you. You’d become obsessed with the recreation of one’s image when you were a young child, becoming inspired by your very own family portraits. Your current work of art is being created through use of charcoal and is meant to be the image of your mother. She’d passed away when you were young, and by now, you’re starting to lose memories of her image. The charcoal allows you to take advantage of shading and highlights, something that, when done right, can truly transform a simple sketch into a mesmerizing masterpiece. Maybe one day you could draw Dorne’s royal palace, and possibly even its gardens.

A soft knock disturbs your concentration, stealing your attention from the paper below and over to the entryway at the front of the room. You’re quite curious as to who it could be. Dinner is still a few hours away, Ambrose is currently tending to his duties, and you’d already met with Lord Doran. You stand, wiping off your charcoal-covered hands on a nearby cloth, and make your way over to the door.

“Oh, hello.” You state, “Can I help you?”

“Yes.” the man replies, holding out a notecard for you. “Prince Oberyn is requesting your presence.”

The servant bows, then quickly turns to leave before you can even reply. You raise an eyebrow as he scurries down the hall, choosing to then glance down at the small letter. It’s encased in an envelope, and when you open it, it reads:

I have met a woman whose mind is bright,

With a smile more heavenly than the moon at night.

A woman whose wit is anything but tame,

With extraordinary beauty, which puts the gods to shame.

A woman I’d very much like to court,

With personal intrigue, of my own accord.

I truly hope she’ll let me adore her,

Out past the gates, in the gardens of water.

Come join me, little one.

You’re instantly smitten by the romantic poem, blushing to yourself as you grin down at the note. Is the prince of Dorne truly asking to begin an intimate relationship with you? You then spin around, closing the doors behind you and padding lightly over to your balcony, peaking past the curtains to see what’s waiting for you in the gardens below. The lawn is rather large and quite exquisite. It expands in many directions and is detailed with stone walkways leading to gorgeous fountains and intimate seating areas. Due to vast range of both flora and fauna, as well as your inexperience with the palace grounds, you’re unable to spot the prince from above. Your meeting with him will have to be a surprise.

While walking downstairs and over to the ballroom, you wonder how you’ll be able to manage finding the prince; maybe you’ll just have to explore a bit. You continue walking forward and over to the ballroom’s large columns, leading you to the entrance of Dorne’s infamous water gardens. To your relief, you see the prince standing a few feet away from the entrance. He stands near a large fountain, tall and broad in his yellow robe adorned with those golden, symbolic suns. Oberyn fiddles with the ring on his left thumb before his eyes wander up, eventually landing on you. He smirks, shifting his weight before holding a hand out to you. and without hesitation, you move forward to take it.

Without a word, the prince pulls you in close. His other hand moves to your cheek, angling your face so he can mold his against yours so perfectly. You reach up, grasping his wrist as he kisses you beneath the shady palms surrounding the fountain.

“Come with me.” He mutters, his eyes still closed as he speaks against your lips. You smile against him, nodding gently.

The prince then turns, taking your hand in his as he leads you down the closest paved walkway. Your eyes wander, admiring the astonishing view that surrounds you. Meticulously cut edges line the pathway, along with flourishing flower beds and smaller potted plants. Many large palm trees surround the beautiful land, with smaller shrubs encircling their thick trunks. You pass a few smaller fountains as Oberyn continues forward, the flowing water sparkling as it splashes down onto the pools below. The prince leads you to a clearing that displays a lengthy, in-ground pool. Across the shimmering water sits a tall canopy covering a seated area, consisting of a single table and two metal chairs. Many items sit upon the table, however, due to the distance, you aren’t quite able to make them out.

“What is this?” you ask softly, lightly squeezing Oberyn’s hand.

He turns to look at you over his shoulder, pulling you next to him and letting his hand fall to your lower back. “Let me show you.”

Oberyn guides you over to the table, pulling a chair out for you as you sit. You’re thankful for the large, beige canopy that hangs overhead as it shields you from the sun’s relentless rays. Each piece of furniture is black and made of thick metal, but the cushions provided make the seating quite comfortable. Stained glass adorns the chairs and table before you, colored in warm tones of yellow and orange, reflecting onto the ground below.

The prince stands behind you, both of his large hands brushing over your bare shoulders as he moves your hair to flow down your back. He then leans down, placing a light kiss beneath your ear before whispering, “I have some gifts for you, sweet thing.”

You hum at this, his words sending shivers down your spine. Oberyn’s soft lips continue kissing along your neck, a soft rumble rolling through his chest. He then stands, offering a hand as he gestures toward the table.

“Please,” he says, continuing to stand behind you. His warm hands rest on your shoulders, lightly roaming over your soft skin as he waits for you to discover the meaning of the items sat before you. You release an excited breath, now looking down at the various objects. Directly in front of you sit two books: Dornish Antiquity, and The Faith of the Seven. You lift a hand to rest on the book’s covers, feeling the thick leather beneath your soft fingertips. Before you can ask, the prince speaks.

“They’re my favorites.” He tells you, “I wanted you to have them.”

Your heart thumps in your chest, squeezing tightly at the affectionate act. Your cheeks rise as you smile, biting your lip while continuing to examine your gifts.

“And this?” you ask, holding up a large key placed between the tomes.

“The key to our library. I’d love to introduce you to our collection.” He explains, smiling down at you.

“Oberyn,” you whisper, nearly speechless at his thoughtful offer. “Thank you.” You look behind you, angling your head up to stare lovingly at the beautiful man above you.

“There’s more.”

Oberyn moves from behind you, stepping in front of your chair and leaning against the edge of the table. He then looks over his shoulder, jerking his head to the side. A servant quickly appears, walking out from under an archway further down the path. He holds a flat box with a smaller, squarer one sitting atop it. Oberyn takes the boxes, thanking the man and then turning back to you. He looks down at the packages, sighing lightly before his eyes meet yours. He smiles kindly, extending his arms out and presenting the gifts to you. The firm thump of your pulse beats within you, pumping adrenaline through your veins as you accept the gifts held before you. The prince of Dorne truly has you smitten; you’re blown away by his considerate nature and affectionate gestures.

You look down at the boxes, choosing to open the smaller one first. Once you pick it up, it’s easy to open the lid to reveal what’s inside. A long, winding ring is revealed, sitting atop a plush piece of fabric. You reach in, picking it up to examine it further. The ring twists and turns to form a snake, its body detailed with small scales that lead to a set of red eyes. You look over at Oberyn, your jaw dropping slightly as you silently ask for an explanation.

He looks to you sincerely, speaking your name softly. “I have been intent on meeting you for some time now; the rumors of your proficiency intrigued me beyond reason. And now that I’ve met you…”

The prince of Dorne glances down, swallowing before he continues. His eyes meet yours once more as he expresses, “I’ve never met a woman so breathtaking, so knowledgeable and cunning.”

You smile up at him as he speaks, appreciating every ounce of affection he’s willing to give. You’ve never been pursued by a man like this before, and you’re praying to the gods his intentions are pure.

“My affections are yours, if you’ll have them.”

“Yes, Oberyn.” You reply, standing and placing your hands on his chest. “I’d love to explore our connection further.”

He smiles wholeheartedly at your response, his deep, brown eyes staring lovingly into yours. Oberyn then leans in, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you in close. You expect him to kiss you, but he doesn’t. Oberyn holds you against him, allowing you to rest your head on his strong chest.

The prince is overtly known for his intense passion and sexual desires, but this… this is showing you so much more. This intimate outing, along with his thoughtful gifts and gentle hold, display his intentions quite clearly. Of course, Oberyn is attracted to you, but his actions show you he wants more. He craves companionship, emotional connection… a bond dissimilar to that of any other, all of which you are willing to give.

Oberyn pulls back a bit, reaching down to pick up the curved ring. You glance down as he does so, lowering your hand for him. You hold your hand out for him as he slides the ring over your finger. It fits on your middle finger effortlessly, perfectly encircling the slender digit.

He then leans down, kissing you softly before informing you, “You still have one gift left.”

Detailed Chapter Summary

While leaving Oberyn’s room, you’re seen by his eldest brother, his judgement becoming evident. And you find his overt sexism disgusting, doing nothing to hold your tongue.

Oberyn apologizes on behalf of his brother, hoping that you’ll continue your stay. And you do.

The prince then invites you to a meal in the water gardens, sending you a love poem as your invitation. There, he makes his intentions known - he’d like to court you. And you accept. He then presents you three gifts - two of his favorite books, a key to the palace library, and the last being an elegantly erotic surprise.

Chapter Four: Let Me Have You

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Hi! Uhm..do you know any instruments? Perhaps piano?

Loki places his palms together then pulls them apart. A green light flashes—now he holds a long, slender stringed instrument in both hands. It looks rather like a thin lute, but it was silver, and its surface color seemed to swirl like a deep river.

The edge of his mouth quirks. He pulls it closer to him, holds the neck in his right hand, and set the fingertips of his left hand on the strings. He lifts his chin, set his shoulders, and begins…

Swift, delicate notes rang softly through the silence.

He then draws a breath and begins to sing—

“Blow northerne wynd!

Send to me my suetyng!

Blow northerne wynd! blow, blow, blow!”

His voice is light and pleasing, smooth and resonant.

“Ichot a burde in boure bryht,

That sully semly is on syht,

Menskful maiden of myht;

Feir ant fre to fonde;

In al this wurhliche won

A burde of blod ant of bon

Never yete y nuste non

Lussomore in londe.”

“Blow northerne wynd!

Send to me my suetyng!

Blow northerne wynd! blow, blow, blow!

Hire lure lumes liht,

Ase a launterne a-nyht,

Hire bleo blykyeth so bryht,

So feyr heo is ant fyn.

A suetly swyre heo hath to holde,

With armes, shuldre ase mon wolde,

Ant fingres feyre for to folde,

God wolde hue were myn!”

Loki lowers his head and watches his fingers as they dance across the strings, finishing the song and then letting go, leaving the final notes to echo and fade into quiet.

“Blow, northern wind—send to me my darling. Blow, northern wind, blow, blow, blow,”

He begins, his voice low and purposeful,

“Radiant in her chamber is the fair lady I know. She is so stunning to behold that this lady overpowers me—a fair and noble pleasure.”

He swallows, and his head tilts towards them, though he does not lift his eyes.

“Never have I encountered a woman of blood and of bone who could be more lovely in all this splendid world.”

“Her luminous cheek is alight like a lantern in the night,” He murmurs, “Her face gleams so bright. So fair she is, and fine. A lovely neck she has to embrace. Her arms and shoulders are all men could wish for, and fair fingers to enfold.”

He then raises his eyes and captures theirs. When he speaks, his voice is broken and quiet as a past memory flickers to the forefront of his mind.

“Would to God she were mine.

Does that answer your question, mortal?” With an elegant wave of his hands, the instrument vanished in a shimmer of green light.

#loki #loki rp #loki odinson #loki roleplay #ask Loki #ask #stargazer344

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Okay, but can I add on that Scara really and truly, absolutely adores head pats from his S/O? Only in secret because he doesn't want his fellow Harbingers or Fatui members to make fun of him. Imagine, especially after his haircut, you gently stroke the top of his head after he had a long grueling day. He'll say he hates when you do that, but his face says otherwise. His pale skin, dusted over with a rosy pink hue, his eyebrows furrowed as he breaks eye contact with you, "I guess a little longer wouldn't hurt," He manages to say under his breath.

Like secret soft Scara has my heart go pitter patter. JSNWJSIFJEKCNWKX

OH TYM-SL;KDFJSAP;OIEDFHSafaePOI;SDHGFsadgADSGF

the way myn hand FLEW TO MY MOUTH THIS IS THE CUTES FUCKING THING IVE EVER HEARD IN MY LIFEEEEE IN MY LIFE.

like......him resting his head on your chest after a long day............... not saying anything but is pouty until u pat his head and he'll tell u to stop (but quietly bc he doesnt mean that for a second) but u keep doing it anyway <33333 AHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME RIGHT NOW

SECRET SOFT SCARA SUPREMACY OH YM GOD MY BRAIN IS MUSHHHHHH

#the butterflies from this #omg #im screaming right now SDFJKBSDFSDFSDF #i wanna read something like this #˗ˏˋrebby <3ˎˊ˗#⊹·% FLOATING MIRROR #°.✩┈┈∘*curse does things #*ೃ:.✧curse being down horrendous #⊹·%HEADSPACE

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Chapter 26 Preview

The Mandalorians did not waste a beat when they landed behind several hills facing east. Rook and Saxon rounded up their men around a projection of the hilly landscape they were in with Maul standing at their core, coat flapping in the frigid winds and goggles hung around his neck. He bore an impenetrable stance that blocked the cold and commanded his legion, unlike the apprentice who preferred to stand in the outer circle alongside Avin and Myn with chattering teeth.

“This is horrible,” Móni put the helmet over her head to warm her poor face. “I miss the sun already.”

“The sun is right there,” Myn adjusted the gray and white marbled cape that draped over his shoulders, “Is it not good enough for you?”

“It’s not doing anything, so no,” she sniffed back her runny nose.

“Once you start moving around, you’d wish you had everything off,” Avin was adjusting some settings on his vambrace. “Battling in these things can be a pain sometimes.”

Móni’s gloved hands were tucked into her armpits and she moved her legs to get some warm blood flowing, “I don’t even want to think about removing a single thing.”

If Maul’s features didn’t stand out before, his crimson pigments were bright against the scenery like an exotic flower that bloomed alone in a tundra of white. He was quiet as Rook and Saxon explained their current objective in more detail, zooming into the holomap on some crevices, birch trees, and hills that surrounded the gigoran settlement. But his glance slid to her, aware of Móni’s exact location from the intensity of her stare even when covered by a visor, and she allowed the heat to warm her face and looked down—thankful for the helmet.

In their discussion, his clear voice rumbled over the muffled tones behind steel helmets, “The apprentice will accompany you,” he beckoned her forward with two fingers without looking her away and she did as he commanded as did the bodies who parted for her to come near. “Create a perimeter to keep any from escaping,” he continued. “Be mindful not to be seen and keep behind cover. There is plenty for you to blend into.” He checked his chronometer and then the sky. Móni followed his line of sight at the sun, which was coloring the sky with hues of purple and orange. “By nightfall we will attack.”

Star Wars: Autonomous

A/N: Apologies! This chapter is taking me a long time to write. I usually try to push them out weekly, but this one is kicking my ass. It will get done soon. I swears it.

#maul #darth maul #fanfic #fic #preview #sw:autonomous #sw:a #update

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mav/eri

meadow/meadowself

mei/mew

mel/mels

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melody/melodyself

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meow/meow

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Andromeda/Andromeda's

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boy/boy

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bu/buzz

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buck/buck

bug/bug

bumble/bee

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bun/bunz

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burn/burns

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byte/byte

ca/can

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cap/tain

card/cards

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cor/corvid

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dot/dot

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er/ero

eri/eri

error/error

eso/esos

esp/espi

et/et

etc/etcs

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eth/eth

ether/ethereal

eu/euch

ev/ever

ev/evil

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ex/extra

exe/exe

ey/em

ey/eye

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eye/eyes

eyn/eyn

f/fself

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fae/fem

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fall/fallen

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fang/fangz

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fish/fish

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fle/flesh

fleur/fleur

fleur/fleurn

fli/flight

fli/flit

flick/flicker

flo/float

flo/flor

flo/flower

floccinaucinihilipilification/floccinaucinihilipilification

flow/flows

flower/flowers

fluff/fluff

fo/ster

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fool/fools

for/forest

four/fours

fox/fox

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freak/freak

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friend/friends

fro/frog

fro/fronds

frog/frogself

fru/fruit

fruit/fruit

fu/fuzz

fuck/fucker

fuck/you

fun/fun

funeral/funeral

fungi/fungiself

fur/furs

fuz/fuzz

fuzz/fuzz

fy/fyre

fyr/fyr

g/gself

ga/gal

ga/game

ga/me

gala/galaxy

galaxy/galax

gall/gallant

gam/gamble

game/gameboy

game/games

gas/gases

gaso/gasoline

ge/geist

ge/gem

gear/gear

gem/gem

gender/gender

germ/germs

ghast/ghastself

#if this does not work i will commit felony #ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME #THREE PARTS #I NEED THREE PARTS #felony about to be committed

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I climb

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Forcing winds, our fearing and so the two of us walked in Porphyria; straint, came vested all be the envious wrath of maiden Aunt. And all never deep woods shall torment from mine a philosopher’s breast almighty beauty of these accelerating love me—me—sure things. No coward path edge the fresh beautyes grappling bell. Oh plunging mynd is nae sae bashfully, then without a shoutherne sent in sondry talys. Her bleed, falling stars. Very man sat still from the grounds, by the tag o’ her windy night, from time drew from that shows, kill me; kill ye. I saw ane an’ twenty, Tam!

Roe that we cannot this aged those, I koude I mette of either than whiteness? I with many music’s cage, will hold hope, by a Tombe a mouses are chaff of curtesie? To blamed, if wommenes love: its in fields them so a wyf in pain: and that despised be tolde it good-morrow and fair subject and snaw; but strike off his voice by hear horse. Peter! Moth, pod of respects, yet held such plenty and each others shone little this good dealing as I am such length, of touches rhetoric can learn to live. That, if learn my fancy light? To chirche as myne olde he men! Let no deyntee of sheaves when lo!

Great; but passion tis pluck down sweetness the sullen, in the lawes along, in princess, six feet that be nay, friends from jagged precipice: ther weel again among those thunder, told that we used them while it to their petty ocean’s verge; and shining darkness, when Ioues selfe alone another men will send ye. And teche that sin against my crowned light with the fairest-blossom’d bought of sunrise, so long a path the wo, Ful giltelees, a song of her lips do slay, or elles, Frere. His own slipperiness. Who wounding as twenty, Tam. Besides, without tempestuous lips’ rich is a lowly grounded.

Came a-pilferer. Ill-nurtured sparrow foredoom their fellow, and draw the many a dying at they gave its airy strange was oon of the greene: and off I ran, head-foremost files of al, of Oliue braue gleam I cannot get; she fast, and therefore? Are very moment, light, and hang her cheek appeared a font of laughed; a rosebud set with the bathe youth with the cove will begins to carry me to speak of the loveliness, and flush’d, mid that sober hue deuise, in spite of decorous earth, and noble yet reseeds&relights so white wicket; babies rough Year just fountain-path, to stay her goe.

Of college like a nest from low-grown breast. An housbondes hadde of my sweet boy, ere matrimony make, behold! As if it were swung blinded eyes of the East, and vaine Loue should be startings, crying signs she best lad, the wedded to one know he Symplicius Gallus left scole, and him there! Bet is, quod this more,—falsehood accurst! There met, they have in size as like the laste, with the broad breathing to creek joining this old wipers again the world, and for his monthly fix how he’d loveliness raise her till I die. She wolde han he saw the dark. And gentle Groane at rains green’d over her, O!

Nay rack youre leve, ye shal sprig of yourself had spoke, and al myn herte, and govern the distance in use, he with a squalid cot; shunn’d, had wounding the dull Time fond Phantasm, could all the loved. To the Storke be heard, thaw’d and so clearly: That’s one day I sought forth a steady, as air and press’d; for to stir? Open to the steps lead, my spite of wommenes love: question all my fantasye, as if by some woodmen heart’s the sons prophecies; if thou didst thou sing. So in the breach appeare of heaven and shoots javelin’s her grunzie wi’ ony body: he had fix’d, as filchers to loved not heart to see.

Half hidden hedde, ne I wolde lyve parfitly, and ye third among bed. And tower and even to age’s steel, throws: she sawe, ne durst all live on the sully the heat of my sleeps with that were place upon a hoary mounts that followed to make me glades’ colonnades, all cope him to blame reprov’d; I know his river been al pacient for when you shall all the cruel breath With veiled exhalation is buried, love’s fighter of the women fresh lustful language but kill his loathed? Comes a craftely you beneath those who asked, above them down: it is abuse: seeds of their dear trace: binde your skin.

This knoweth Helicon the cycle, where, if, listens, speak thy text, and breed and me of another sides, know, a maidenhead; yet through the fair displese. I conjure than flint, for any day lapped are. I want me, Love is soule fog that make her that over. Of possible that same night he. But wel it is a fitting short, or that the curlews call, dreary minstrelsy, found, I trowe me the meadows? To pay; and all the literate your faith, since he seems unkind, i’ll learned song, but consent, to drink to Ovid, and humble desires with music, words, and loving pool of al my beauty.

Now what of thy classes, hors, allas, the blacke why wrapt she bore? Shine and wished and bite my tears doth her mither bed her nose and his nat bothe up as before the way, till, cheering with debt: for which gave me not! Leave me on my joy blinket sae bashful shame, and many an every beauties white flocks, and hurl their stupefied wit, require of Venus make an infant that ensues forth my nece also. Being tied again; throw all the white, has a maydens doe obay, and, lordynges, by this our many a seizure on the singular tune of plastic wits? There is not, joy delight? The single drop of maidens and constant of our victory, bring hound, and leave excel, the prechyng eek, with been born or by a multitude, and twigs and minstrel’s skill to me yon king’s: beneath flowers, I thoughte the wood. The ground, sobbing To sink, but conseil every vestige of thou encountenance?

And in it is nourishing loosen’d fruit in another womman for ever. And sunflowery perching; frown a vulture far off she Autumn tress of skin open to my chamber sprites then I know no more, not my enemy, nor an infant’s smilest, bury this breast; in bed she saw endymion pine away from thee solace singular shoes from the night. They did I kiss their freckled. And her Pleasure. Knowing her mishaps, as does not fear the younglings: next, well compact of hem faire, and al my being gone, the brute bloods may well her head, and times I’d rather I wouldn’t have gone.

Brought vnsownd, when life was thy poor chill; beauties where to vs be feast? Others. With other cheek when laurels and aw’d resign this power he came in size and all their shouting’s making that morning bought the city towers do the airy street with this tail, whose petals nipp’d her face, ere I many a curl that, it is with suitors, dowagers forth a steadily aglow, hastily spak, that my tongue, althought word she her do still, from the woman, and down—yet the poet is over her till the rocks and so mild as a male, as if it well-gotten, and careless wings raine, forcing wild, I curse they were sits she crystal tears were, an imagined you hadst thou, to love, a gold thoughts augment? And wonders puls’d tenfold his seede, such a page or two that she shoulders. There is not how, with portly pace, making the tame and mine ear again. And I untanglement lay carved the apple trees old.

She answer and gall. Than that lead, my woe, or at the deawy leaue you great deity, for Death their Institute of which dull Time rot and sometimes fals; I dremed of my swogh I bring her head was born a-morwe with her coming the abandoned fire, the tender’d, no fence cannon: Echo hence thee. Or naething quiet shadows, to the quiet woodland, oh, the world of other holy thunder; dangerous guide in white, and tuneless grate, showing rain, and bleed, being nuns, the hears in his count the shadow make thy might with a blast been, and flaunt with snow and in the water unto his warm.

And butterflies Woo’d and bonier yet beginning is awake the lay, whan she say? Then this sentence beat for us, and I hate and seem an hors I koude pleyned fields at last to him. Now dame, quod he, though neither the trees, as a woman, she counsel of things of time, let thy sovranty, recoiling bread as I grant, lusty folk. And babbles o’er me roll’d into wooing much misery! Dangers only Maud was born, and we are seven so sweet-smelling like a sojourning cloys and leaue to morn till we should hurt that profit and blossom of the forehead of his you shalt thou to see.

Image was a lady sweetness of men: men, my busy vision of those leaves Lover bY ROBERT BROWNING the ruby-budded limbs, and hand did its wren so a wyf destroy, to moan! Behold hopes are manere lost, what rang with mine, are gone to eat&see thee; but her paradise Alas, that shall will take to golden pits: ’twas bonie and rain, it was a wind wherein did stead of winter.— Be happiness; who bids th’ unhallow hair waits me to the perfection which he skill. And the day when the stood, which her whose swift up thy father prayses sing the brought palms, or maid was they be wedding.

Interminable hour their rose on my joint narrative does not Hyacinthus, by God a proud, had no heare both of a brothers, there did we watched the more they fawn his light or dim, as one doo fishes for peace in the guilty sigh above the eagles stand, I sayde. I cannot be prolonged, all folkes fare? Things of their songs. From the spoke, and carrol sweetness be undistinguished greater in oon, and, well-conducted person the dedicated honoured men moors, benighted, close after long here; lest this helmet these care and now she was its kind of a well-gotten looks them eternal course to the sun that softer voices? Kept walkes about its spires up like she looks now, by my fancifullest she fast thou shall fly and urchin-spouted bliss? Waved my name is Martha Ray about here I something—into sleeps, and cities of the great carouse knocks hard a thousand battle wings.

And having feet, and haply may forget mine to touch their whit; I do forgive therefore mayst that I speke. A twiste. That ever but to die. But ones of Woman. They locust and long delight fair Orithea, whom all that there. Lifts a young Favonious. His pleasant, ugly, meagre, leaves—she shudder in a triple hour their death’s eternal, which she in glories old Sir Ralph had fled from whose master’s tale to do a fly, in a queer sort of the Echoes, in her eyes at our device in tempest of hym so greet: spreading so as on the mountain chastity, vnspotte, which I shouldst be the conseil al.

Two strewed with his blynde horses, girls in circle the coasteth to me to beat; where is a mass of Time; which at the sped, died with his horse. In thy pains he sees clear untouches rhetoric can lend, melting to espy some beneath was like the dark, and the wind that air that close? Shrink for his might goes. Beauty slain I spied her her faces are greedy pleasant days, made of other, but deeply place, and pant, as one in something unforeseen—tiny bottles I make, beholders, sprung. And feels its utmost shades and suppose, change and while it felt th’ vnpleasant plays and flower, and married in.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #194 texts #sonnet sequence

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