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¤āĀ AYE.Ā MYĀ LEGSĀ AREĀ YOURĀ CROWNĀ TONIGHT,Ā SOĀ I'LLĀ SPEAKĀ TOĀ YOUĀ HOWEVERĀ IĀ WISH.Ā āĀ AndĀ toĀ think,Ā notĀ tooĀ longĀ agoĀ heĀ wasĀ onlyĀ NedĀ Stark'sĀ son,Ā someĀ lordlingĀ boyĀ sheĀ wouldĀ seeĀ wheneverĀ herĀ familyĀ wentĀ toĀ WinterfellĀ onceĀ orĀ twiceĀ aĀ yearĀ toĀ payĀ homageĀ toĀ theirĀ liegeĀ lord.Ā NowĀ heĀ isĀ herĀ king,Ā theĀ oneĀ whoĀ hasĀ swornĀ thatĀ theĀ NorthĀ willĀ neverĀ bowĀ itsĀ kneeĀ again.Ā AndĀ whatĀ aĀ manĀ heĀ hasĀ become,Ā thatĀ mouthĀ ofĀ hisĀ workingĀ herĀ cuntĀ asĀ ifĀ sheĀ isĀ hisĀ dinnerĀ forĀ theĀ night.Ā HowĀ sheĀ cursesĀ himĀ whenĀ heĀ takesĀ itĀ away,Ā raisingĀ ontoĀ herĀ elbowsĀ toĀ lookĀ atĀ himĀ throughĀ bentĀ brows.Ā HisĀ lipsĀ areĀ onĀ hersĀ beforeĀ sheĀ canĀ makeĀ anotherĀ complaint,Ā aĀ quietĀ moanĀ escapingĀ asĀ hisĀ hipsĀ digĀ intoĀ hers.Ā Gods,Ā sheĀ canĀ feelĀ himĀ there,Ā readyĀ toĀ takeĀ her.Ā HerĀ eyesĀ neverĀ leaveĀ hisĀ asĀ heĀ does,Ā takingĀ aĀ deep,Ā gaspingĀ breathĀ throughĀ herĀ teethĀ asĀ sheĀ feelsĀ himĀ pushĀ intoĀ herĀ walls,Ā grabbingĀ atĀ theĀ wristĀ ofĀ theĀ handĀ thatĀ holdsĀ herĀ neck.
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¤āĀ JƦvlaĀ helvete.Ā YouĀ StarksĀ reallyĀ areĀ aĀ differentĀ breed.Ā āĀ EveryoneĀ alwaysĀ saysĀ thatĀ they'reĀ different,Ā wilderĀ likeĀ theĀ beastsĀ onĀ theirĀ sigil,Ā butĀ sheĀ neverĀ tookĀ itĀ toĀ meanĀ inĀ thisĀ regardĀ asĀ well.Ā AllĀ theĀ better.Ā SheĀ isĀ aĀ NorthernerĀ too,Ā afterĀ all,Ā fromĀ aĀ placeĀ lookedĀ downĀ uponĀ byĀ thoseĀ furtherĀ fromĀ theĀ Neck,Ā oftenĀ regardedĀ asĀ littleĀ moreĀ thanĀ wildlingsĀ themselves.Ā Aye,Ā maybeĀ it'sĀ trueĀ inĀ someĀ ways,Ā forĀ evenĀ inĀ aĀ king'sĀ grasp,Ā sheĀ cannotĀ bringĀ herselfĀ toĀ behave.Ā āĀ DidĀ yourĀ motherĀ tellĀ youĀ toĀ callĀ girlsĀ prettyĀ namesĀ whenĀ youĀ fuckĀ them?Ā OrĀ wasĀ itĀ āĀ ahĀ !Ā āĀ HisĀ thrustĀ stealsĀ herĀ breath,Ā herĀ words,Ā theĀ veryĀ thoughtsĀ insideĀ herĀ head,Ā armsĀ clingingĀ toĀ hisĀ frameĀ asĀ theĀ bedĀ belowĀ themĀ rattles.Ā āĀ FuckĀ you,Ā I'mĀ tryingĀ toĀ beĀ mean.Ā ButĀ youĀ feelĀ tooĀ good,Ā āĀ sheĀ teases,Ā growlingĀ throughĀ aĀ grinĀ asĀ herĀ legsĀ openĀ widerĀ toĀ welcomeĀ himĀ more,Ā movingĀ herĀ hipsĀ asĀ he'dĀ asked.Ā āĀ MakeĀ theĀ bedĀ shakeĀ again.Ā ā
@dcviline asked: ā did i say you could stop? ā (thaena)
"Is Ā that Ā a Ā way Ā to Ā speak Ā to Ā your Ā King, Ā m'lady?" Ā He Ā speaks, Ā as Ā he Ā had Ā stopped Ā his Ā mouth Ā between Ā her Ā legs Ā and Ā clean Ā her Ā dry Ā of Ā her Ā wetness, Ā he Ā has Ā a Ā wicked Ā smile Ā upon Ā his Ā lips Ā as Ā he Ā does Ā so, Ā his Ā hand Ā already Ā unfasting Ā the Ā lace Ā of Ā her Ā vest Ā and Ā removing Ā it Ā out Ā of Ā the Ā way. Ā He Ā wanted Ā to Ā see Ā all Ā of Ā her. Ā "As Ā much Ā as Ā I Ā would Ā enjoy Ā to Ā do Ā this Ā all Ā night, Ā something Ā else Ā aches Ā to Ā feel Ā you, Ā Thaena." Ā He Ā crawls Ā back Ā to Ā take Ā her Ā mouth Ā on Ā his Ā own, Ā letting Ā her Ā taste Ā herself Ā as Ā he Ā kisses Ā her, Ā his Ā breeches Ā pulled Ā down Ā as Ā he Ā brace Ā a Ā leg Ā of Ā hers Ā around Ā his Ā waist Ā and Ā grind Ā his Ā hips Ā against Ā her Ā core, Ā letting Ā her Ā feel Ā the Ā weight Ā of Ā his Ā cock Ā against Ā her Ā heat, Ā it's Ā so Ā slick Ā he Ā can Ā slide Ā back Ā and Ā forward Ā as Ā much Ā as Ā he Ā likes. Ā
To Ā tease Ā her, Ā a Ā hand Ā guides Ā himself Ā to Ā her Ā entrance Ā while Ā the Ā other Ā holds Ā on Ā her Ā neck. Ā Staring Ā back Ā as Ā he Ā enters Ā her Ā and Ā groans Ā at Ā how Ā good Ā she Ā feels. Ā "I Ā give Ā the Ā commands Ā here Ā in Ā the Ā North, Ā villblomsten Ā min." Ā He Ā whispers Ā against Ā her Ā ear Ā as Ā he Ā makes Ā a Ā particular Ā hard Ā thrust Ā inside Ā her, Ā letting Ā the Ā bed Ā shake Ā with Ā him Ā as Ā he Ā does Ā so. Ā Teeth Ā nip Ā at Ā her Ā jawline, Ā collarbone Ā as Ā he Ā whispers Ā back. Ā "Move Ā your Ā hips Ā with Ā me. Ā Make Ā me Ā fit Ā whole Ā inside Ā you."
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¤āĀ IFĀ YOUĀ THINKĀ ALLĀ IĀ WANTĀ ISĀ AĀ PROPOSALĀ FORĀ AĀ PROPOSAL'SĀ SAKE,Ā THENĀ YOUĀ AREĀ MISTAKEN.Ā āĀ OfĀ courseĀ sheĀ willĀ notĀ denyĀ thatĀ sheĀ hadĀ seducedĀ himĀ withĀ theĀ intentĀ toĀ earnĀ thatĀ proposal,Ā butĀ theĀ proposalĀ itselfĀ isĀ onlyĀ aĀ politicalĀ caveat.Ā MoreĀ thanĀ aĀ proposal,Ā sheĀ wantsĀ theĀ manĀ himself;Ā anĀ engagementĀ isĀ justĀ aĀ meansĀ toĀ anĀ end,Ā theĀ legalĀ resolutionĀ toĀ theĀ claimĀ sheĀ hasĀ madeĀ ofĀ him.Ā ThereĀ isĀ alwaysĀ theĀ chanceĀ herĀ fatherĀ couldĀ stillĀ refuse,Ā butĀ inĀ thatĀ case,Ā sheĀ daresĀ himĀ toĀ comeĀ takeĀ herĀ back.Ā ArianneĀ willĀ notĀ waitĀ anotherĀ momentĀ forĀ DoranĀ toĀ findĀ aĀ suitorĀ forĀ herĀ toĀ suitĀ hisĀ ownĀ preferencesĀ whenĀ sheĀ hasĀ alreadyĀ madeĀ herĀ choiceĀ ofĀ whoĀ sheĀ wantsĀ forĀ herself.Ā āĀ DidĀ youĀ thinkĀ IĀ wouldĀ loseĀ interestĀ justĀ becauseĀ youĀ gaveĀ meĀ whatĀ IĀ wanted?Ā āĀ sheĀ chucklesĀ asĀ sheĀ kissesĀ alongĀ hisĀ body,Ā withĀ halfĀ aĀ mindĀ toĀ putĀ herĀ mouthĀ elsewhereĀ beforeĀ theĀ handĀ uponĀ herĀ neckĀ beckonsĀ herĀ toĀ rise.Ā āĀ IĀ wantĀ moreĀ fromĀ youĀ thanĀ aĀ marriageĀ forĀ status,Ā Willas.Ā ThereĀ isĀ somethingĀ betweenĀ usĀ thatĀ goesĀ beyondĀ aĀ mereĀ partnership,Ā don'tĀ youĀ agree?Ā WeĀ haveĀ passion.Ā ā
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¤FingertipsĀ brushĀ alongĀ hisĀ stiffeningĀ length,Ā curlingĀ aroundĀ himĀ withĀ teasingĀ touchesĀ atĀ first,Ā thenĀ moreĀ deftĀ strokes,Ā asĀ she'sĀ doneĀ countlessĀ timesĀ before.Ā SheĀ knowsĀ hisĀ bodyĀ wellĀ enoughĀ byĀ now,Ā whereĀ he'sĀ mostĀ sensitive,Ā feelingĀ himĀ hardenĀ againstĀ herĀ palmĀ withĀ aĀ pleasedĀ grin.Ā TheĀ tasteĀ ofĀ hisĀ kissĀ isĀ familiarĀ nowĀ too,Ā welcomeĀ asĀ hisĀ lipsĀ findĀ hers.Ā ButĀ sheĀ shouldĀ haveĀ knownĀ sheĀ wouldĀ notĀ getĀ awayĀ withĀ thisĀ teasingĀ withoutĀ repercussions,Ā asĀ evidencedĀ byĀ theĀ handĀ thatĀ buriesĀ itselfĀ betweenĀ herĀ legs.Ā SheĀ welcomesĀ himĀ allĀ theĀ same,Ā bendingĀ herĀ kneeĀ toĀ giveĀ hisĀ handĀ moreĀ roomĀ toĀ moveĀ andĀ touch.Ā āĀ OnlyĀ ifĀ youĀ letĀ meĀ haveĀ thisĀ afterĀ you'veĀ hadĀ yourĀ drink,Ā āĀ ArianneĀ purrs,Ā anotherĀ pumpĀ ofĀ herĀ handĀ againstĀ hisĀ memberĀ toĀ teaseĀ him.Ā ButĀ sheĀ doesĀ asĀ she'sĀ told,Ā leaningĀ intoĀ WillasĀ toĀ letĀ theĀ weightĀ ofĀ herĀ hipsĀ doĀ mostĀ ofĀ theĀ workĀ forĀ her,Ā grindingĀ againstĀ hisĀ hand.Ā ItĀ doesn'tĀ takeĀ longĀ forĀ theĀ frictionĀ toĀ makeĀ herĀ moreĀ wet,Ā hisĀ handĀ glidingĀ easilyĀ againstĀ herĀ drippingĀ arousal,Ā andĀ sheĀ reachesĀ forĀ it,Ā guidingĀ hisĀ fingersĀ intoĀ herĀ entranceĀ oneĀ byĀ oneĀ untilĀ threeĀ fitĀ comfortablyĀ insideĀ her.Ā āĀ BendĀ themĀ more.Ā YouĀ knowĀ whereĀ IĀ likeĀ themĀ āĀ āĀ sheĀ moans,Ā hipsĀ tiltingĀ asĀ sheĀ beginsĀ toĀ moveĀ faster,Ā anglingĀ forĀ justĀ theĀ rightĀ spot.Ā āĀ FeelĀ howĀ readyĀ IĀ amĀ toĀ comeĀ forĀ youĀ again?Ā ThisĀ isĀ whatĀ youĀ doĀ toĀ me.Ā YouĀ canĀ haveĀ thisĀ everyĀ morning.Ā WhetherĀ myĀ fatherĀ acceptsĀ orĀ refuses,Ā IĀ wantĀ toĀ beĀ yours.Ā ā
@dcviline asked: Are you aching for me here? (arianne @ willas)
She Ā never Ā grows Ā tired, Ā does Ā she Ā now? Ā It Ā is Ā now Ā a Ā common Ā thing Ā to Ā have Ā here Ā in Ā his Ā bed. Ā Waking Ā beside Ā her Ā was Ā a Ā rarity Ā but Ā she Ā was Ā there Ā in Ā the Ā morning, Ā her Ā body Ā waking Ā him, Ā with Ā wandering Ā hands Ā and Ā kisses, Ā her Ā mouth Ā on Ā his Ā chest Ā and Ā her Ā hands Ā going Ā to Ā his Ā rising Ā member, Ā what Ā happens Ā often Ā in Ā the Ā morning Ā regardless Ā of Ā a Ā woman Ā or Ā not. Ā "One Ā would've Ā thought Ā that Ā once Ā you Ā got Ā your Ā marriage Ā proposal Ā you Ā would Ā be Ā satisfied." Ā Willas Ā said, Ā eyes Ā opening Ā as Ā he Ā let Ā his Ā hand Ā move Ā to Ā the Ā curve Ā of Ā her Ā neck Ā and Ā removing Ā her Ā lips Ā from Ā his Ā chest, Ā now Ā eye Ā to Ā eye, Ā a Ā gentle Ā pull Ā on Ā her Ā neck. Ā He Ā had Ā send Ā the Ā marriage Ā proposal Ā to Ā Doran, Ā though Ā he Ā is Ā not Ā certain Ā the Ā man Ā would Ā accept, Ā having Ā rejected Ā him Ā once Ā before. Ā
Perhaps Ā he Ā should Ā marry Ā her Ā regardless, Ā seeing Ā how Ā comfortable Ā she Ā is Ā in Ā his Ā bed. Ā "Such an appetite." Ā He Ā shifts Ā under Ā the Ā touch Ā of Ā her Ā hand, Ā hardening Ā member Ā making Ā him Ā groan Ā as Ā her Ā hand Ā wraps Ā around Ā him Ā and Ā in Ā turn, Ā he Ā moves Ā a Ā free Ā hand Ā between Ā too Ā and Ā find Ā her Ā hips, Ā shifting Ā them Ā closer, Ā crossing Ā one Ā leg Ā over Ā his Ā own, Ā so Ā he Ā can Ā press Ā his Ā fingers Ā between Ā her Ā legs, Ā returning Ā the Ā favor Ā of Ā the Ā lazy Ā morning Ā touches, Ā pulling Ā her Ā close Ā to Ā kiss Ā her Ā in Ā turn, Ā savoring Ā her Ā in Ā the Ā morning Ā as Ā the Ā light Ā makes Ā her Ā skin Ā shimmer Ā under Ā the Ā dawn. Ā "Ride Ā my Ā fingers. Ā I Ā would Ā like Ā to Ā drink Ā my Ā dornish Ā delight Ā before Ā breakfast."
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¤āĀ THEREĀ AREĀ MENĀ WHOĀ DON'TĀ UNDERSTANDĀ THEĀ WAYSĀ OFĀ THEĀ FREEĀ FOLK.Ā MYĀ FAMILY,Ā FORĀ ONE.Ā āĀ OrĀ what'sĀ leftĀ ofĀ herĀ family,Ā withĀ herĀ fatherĀ slainĀ atĀ theĀ BlackwaterĀ andĀ herĀ motherĀ onlyĀ aĀ wispĀ ofĀ theĀ womanĀ sheĀ onceĀ wasĀ afterĀ theĀ loss.Ā IfĀ itĀ cameĀ toĀ it,Ā wouldĀ anyoneĀ trulyĀ careĀ ifĀ sheĀ simplyĀ ranĀ awayĀ withĀ herĀ wildlingĀ lover?Ā TheirĀ affairĀ isĀ noĀ secretĀ byĀ nowĀ inĀ anyĀ case.Ā SheĀ neverĀ caredĀ forĀ theĀ knowingĀ looksĀ sheĀ wouldĀ get,Ā theĀ whispers,Ā theĀ japesĀ andĀ jestsĀ fromĀ otherĀ men.Ā ButĀ perhapsĀ thatĀ isĀ partĀ ofĀ theĀ problem;Ā thatĀ thoseĀ notĀ ofĀ theĀ FreeĀ FolkĀ doĀ notĀ understandĀ thatĀ thisĀ isĀ notĀ aĀ mereĀ dallianceĀ betweenĀ them.Ā NotĀ anymore.
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¤āĀ WouldĀ youĀ likeĀ that?Ā ForĀ meĀ toĀ giveĀ youĀ aĀ son?Ā āĀ SheĀ isĀ notĀ ignorantĀ toĀ theĀ importanceĀ ofĀ children,Ā especiallyĀ toĀ aĀ lord.Ā HisĀ newĀ houseĀ isĀ inĀ needĀ ofĀ heirs,Ā andĀ sheĀ couldĀ giveĀ himĀ that.Ā ItĀ shouldĀ beĀ easy;Ā sheĀ onlyĀ needsĀ toĀ stopĀ drinkingĀ theĀ tea.Ā āĀ TakeĀ meĀ toĀ wifeĀ andĀ I'llĀ giveĀ youĀ one,Ā āĀ SaedeĀ leansĀ intoĀ Sigorn,Ā wrappingĀ herĀ armsĀ aroundĀ hisĀ waist.Ā āĀ I'mĀ yours,Ā myĀ magnar.Ā IĀ knowĀ whoĀ IĀ belongĀ to.Ā ButĀ theyĀ doĀ notĀ seeĀ itĀ thatĀ way.Ā EvenĀ nowĀ myĀ QueenĀ AuntĀ intendsĀ toĀ marryĀ youĀ toĀ anotherĀ ofĀ herĀ ownĀ choosing.Ā āĀ AndĀ sheĀ knows,Ā neitherĀ ofĀ themĀ wouldĀ abideĀ thatĀ veryĀ well.Ā HerĀ magnarĀ isĀ tooĀ stubbornĀ toĀ subjectĀ himselfĀ toĀ theĀ queen'sĀ will,Ā andĀ forĀ that,Ā SaedeĀ isĀ somewhatĀ gladĀ noĀ matterĀ theĀ troubleĀ itĀ mayĀ cause,Ā forĀ sheĀ couldĀ notĀ bearĀ toĀ seeĀ himĀ wedĀ toĀ another.Ā āĀ WeĀ southernersĀ areĀ moreĀ strictĀ inĀ ourĀ customsĀ andĀ ceremonies.Ā ButĀ ifĀ theĀ RedĀ WomanĀ ordainsĀ us,Ā thenĀ notĀ evenĀ QueenĀ SelyseĀ willĀ goĀ againstĀ herĀ word.Ā AndĀ noĀ oneĀ couldĀ takeĀ meĀ fromĀ you.Ā ā
@dcviline asked: I do not want you to be married. I would grow to hate your wife. (saede @ sigorn)
"Would Ā you Ā grow Ā to Ā hate Ā yourself Ā then?" Ā The Ā man Ā asks Ā after Ā a Ā short Ā pause. Ā Had Ā she Ā thought Ā he Ā would Ā get Ā himself Ā married Ā to Ā someone Ā else Ā when Ā it Ā had Ā been Ā her Ā who Ā enchanted Ā him Ā from Ā the Ā first Ā moment Ā they Ā crossed Ā paths? Ā Blue Ā eyes Ā look Ā back Ā at Ā the Ā woman Ā with Ā amusement, Ā as Ā he Ā takes Ā steps Ā closer Ā to Ā her. Ā "I Ā thought Ā I Ā made Ā it Ā clear Ā every Ā time Ā we Ā lay Ā together Ā that Ā you Ā belong Ā to Ā me. Ā I Ā might Ā be Ā a Ā lord Ā now Ā but Ā i'm Ā still Ā freefolk. Ā And Ā Magnar. Ā And Ā no Ā one Ā but Ā me Ā will Ā choose Ā my Ā bride." Ā
His Ā hands Ā move Ā to Ā wrap Ā around Ā her Ā waist Ā and Ā pull Ā her Ā close, Ā leaning Ā his Ā head Ā down Ā so Ā they Ā could Ā see Ā eye Ā to Ā eye Ā and Ā lastly, Ā one Ā hand Ā leaves Ā her Ā waist Ā to Ā hold Ā her Ā chin Ā upward. Ā "I Ā stole Ā you Ā and Ā I Ā claim Ā you Ā as Ā my Ā own, Ā rĆød Ā storm. Ā For Ā all Ā I Ā know Ā you Ā might Ā have Ā a Ā little Ā magnar Ā on Ā your Ā belly Ā for Ā how Ā you Ā keep Ā me Ā busy." Ā He Ā jest Ā but Ā there Ā was Ā a Ā reality Ā there. Ā What Ā began Ā as Ā simple Ā pleasure Ā and Ā curiosity Ā had Ā shifted Ā into Ā something Ā else.Jon Ā Snow Ā gave Ā him Ā a Ā house Ā to Ā found Ā and Ā what Ā else Ā he Ā could Ā do Ā but Ā to Ā find Ā himself Ā a Ā wife Ā and Ā make Ā it Ā grow?Ā Ā Ā
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¤āĀ ISĀ THATĀ WHATĀ FILLSĀ YOURĀ DREAMS?Ā THEĀ THOUGHTĀ OFĀ SHARINGĀ MEĀ WITHĀ HER?Ā āĀ CerseiĀ taunts.Ā SuchĀ thingsĀ areĀ notĀ encouragedĀ soĀ freelyĀ inĀ herĀ experiences,Ā notĀ likeĀ theyĀ seemĀ toĀ beĀ here,Ā toĀ theĀ pointĀ whereĀ sheĀ hadĀ notĀ evenĀ consideredĀ thatĀ possibility.Ā PerhapsĀ itĀ isĀ simplyĀ instinctĀ afterĀ twentyĀ yearsĀ ofĀ dealingĀ withĀ Robert'sĀ proclivities,Ā twentyĀ yearsĀ ofĀ alwaysĀ beingĀ comparedĀ toĀ aĀ deadĀ woman.Ā She'sĀ notĀ sureĀ whatĀ shamedĀ herĀ moreĀ forĀ allĀ thoseĀ years,Ā theĀ factĀ thatĀ RobertĀ wouldĀ ratherĀ spendĀ hisĀ timeĀ amongĀ prostitutesĀ thanĀ withĀ hisĀ ownĀ wife,Ā orĀ theĀ factĀ thatĀ hisĀ trueĀ mistressĀ wasĀ theĀ mereĀ ghostĀ ofĀ aĀ womanĀ sheĀ couldĀ neverĀ compareĀ toĀ inĀ hisĀ mind.Ā āĀ IĀ supposeĀ itĀ mightĀ notĀ beĀ soĀ differentĀ fromĀ whatĀ IĀ amĀ accustomedĀ to.Ā ThereĀ wasĀ alwaysĀ anotherĀ womanĀ involvedĀ wheneverĀ RobertĀ tookĀ toĀ myĀ bed,Ā thoughĀ IĀ neverĀ enjoyedĀ herĀ company.Ā āĀ PureĀ spiteĀ dripsĀ fromĀ herĀ words,Ā notĀ forĀ theĀ viper,Ā butĀ spiteĀ forĀ thoseĀ twentyĀ yearsĀ playingĀ stand-inĀ toĀ theĀ deadĀ StarkĀ girl.Ā ThisĀ isĀ allĀ Robert'sĀ fault,Ā afterĀ all;Ā ifĀ he'dĀ onlyĀ treatedĀ herĀ asĀ deserved,Ā sheĀ wouldĀ haveĀ neverĀ neededĀ Jaime.Ā MaybeĀ hisĀ childrenĀ wouldĀ haveĀ beenĀ hisĀ byĀ bloodĀ ifĀ onlyĀ heĀ couldĀ haveĀ putĀ LyannaĀ awayĀ fromĀ hisĀ mind.Ā CerseiĀ hasĀ neverĀ beenĀ oneĀ toĀ tolerateĀ competition.
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¤OberynĀ claimsĀ heĀ isĀ noĀ Robert,Ā butĀ itĀ doesĀ littleĀ toĀ sootheĀ Cersei'sĀ apprehensionĀ forĀ theĀ future.Ā HisĀ kissesĀ areĀ different,Ā heĀ evenĀ holdsĀ herĀ differently,Ā yetĀ sheĀ hesitatesĀ toĀ believeĀ him.Ā WhatĀ roomĀ couldĀ thereĀ trulyĀ beĀ forĀ herĀ hereĀ whenĀ heĀ alreadyĀ hasĀ hisĀ love?Ā AĀ living,Ā breathingĀ womanĀ forĀ herĀ toĀ contendĀ withĀ thisĀ time.Ā WhatĀ isĀ sheĀ meantĀ toĀ be,Ā ifĀ notĀ anotherĀ trophyĀ forĀ theĀ Martells?Ā ButĀ whileĀ herĀ mindĀ mightĀ dissent,Ā herĀ bodyĀ certainlyĀ hasĀ noĀ complaint,Ā handsĀ fallingĀ toĀ herĀ breastsĀ asĀ sheĀ releasesĀ herĀ holdĀ onĀ him,Ā pressingĀ againstĀ theirĀ hardeningĀ tips.Ā Oh,Ā howĀ loathsomeĀ itĀ isĀ thatĀ herĀ ownĀ bodyĀ betrays herĀ toĀ him,Ā howĀ sheĀ canĀ feelĀ herĀ arousalĀ growĀ asĀ heĀ takesĀ holdĀ ofĀ herĀ chin,Ā anĀ acheĀ deepĀ withinĀ herĀ coreĀ asĀ hisĀ eyesĀ keepĀ hersĀ captive.
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¤HerĀ breathsĀ becomeĀ shallow,Ā theĀ riseĀ andĀ fallĀ ofĀ herĀ chestĀ fasterĀ asĀ hisĀ lipsĀ takeĀ herĀ neck.Ā BodyĀ shiftsĀ asĀ heĀ liftsĀ herĀ leg,Ā unsteady,Ā Cersei'sĀ fingersĀ clingingĀ tightlyĀ toĀ theĀ backĀ ofĀ Oberyn'sĀ headĀ asĀ heĀ approachesĀ herĀ sex.Ā SheĀ knowsĀ whatĀ isĀ coming,Ā andĀ yetĀ herĀ bodyĀ betraysĀ herĀ againĀ withĀ aĀ prolongedĀ moanĀ theĀ momentĀ heĀ claimsĀ thatĀ treacherousĀ littleĀ spotĀ nestledĀ atĀ theĀ topĀ ofĀ herĀ womanhood,Ā goldenĀ locksĀ tumblingĀ asĀ herĀ headĀ castsĀ backwards.Ā InstinctĀ andĀ desireĀ tightenĀ herĀ gripĀ againstĀ hisĀ head,Ā pushingĀ herĀ hipsĀ forwardĀ toĀ seekĀ moreĀ ofĀ hisĀ mouth.Ā ResistingĀ himĀ atĀ allĀ wasĀ aĀ mistake,Ā ifĀ thisĀ isĀ howĀ wonderfulĀ heĀ canĀ trulyĀ feel.Ā AtĀ leastĀ sheĀ mayĀ getĀ somethingĀ goodĀ fromĀ thisĀ marriage.Ā āĀ YouĀ makeĀ aĀ fairĀ argument,Ā āĀ CerseiĀ teasesĀ throughĀ aĀ gaspingĀ breath.Ā āĀ ConvinceĀ meĀ further.Ā ā
She Ā does Ā have Ā audacity. Ā If Ā his Ā paramour Ā heard Ā the Ā comparison Ā he Ā would Ā be Ā seeing Ā a Ā different Ā scene Ā altogether Ā that Ā he Ā would Ā not Ā mind Ā seeing, Ā not Ā one Ā bit. Ā But Ā he Ā already Ā sees Ā his Ā wife Ā is Ā opposed Ā to Ā any Ā idea Ā of Ā sharing Ā a Ā bed Ā with Ā another, Ā less Ā so Ā his Ā lover. Ā A Ā pity, Ā though Ā perhaps Ā she Ā can Ā convince Ā the Ā lioness Ā to Ā let Ā Ellaria Ā watch. Ā She Ā tends Ā to Ā enjoy Ā that. Ā "The Ā audacity Ā of Ā comparing Ā me Ā to Ā Robert Ā Baratheon. Ā I Ā am Ā not Ā the Ā man. Ā Blood Ā of Ā my Ā blood, Ā I Ā take Ā care Ā of, Ā and Ā women Ā never Ā have Ā complains." Ā Never Ā taking Ā a Ā woman Ā who Ā is Ā not Ā willing, Ā or Ā too Ā drunk Ā to Ā remember Ā where Ā he Ā put Ā his Ā cock Ā in. Ā No. Ā Then Ā again, Ā she Ā seems Ā to Ā not Ā understand Ā how Ā Dorne Ā works, Ā he Ā will Ā be Ā delighted Ā to Ā show Ā her Ā and Ā see Ā the Ā scandal Ā on Ā her Ā look. Ā Oberyn Ā is Ā certain Ā he Ā could Ā tell Ā her Ā they Ā hold Ā monthly Ā orgies Ā at Ā the Ā water Ā gardens Ā and Ā she Ā would Ā believe Ā it. Ā "I Ā see Ā a Ā threesome Ā is Ā out Ā of Ā the Ā table Ā then, Ā pity. Ā I Ā would've Ā loved Ā to Ā see Ā you Ā two Ā together. Ā Do Ā not Ā fret, Ā wife. Ā I Ā will Ā keep Ā you Ā warm Ā and Ā more. Ā Perhaps Ā one Ā day Ā you Ā will Ā allow Ā yourself Ā to Ā be Ā free Ā here Ā in Ā Dorne."
Ā Now Ā that Ā would Ā be Ā a Ā sight. Ā Two Ā lioness Ā under Ā the Ā dornish Ā sun Ā with Ā vipers Ā as Ā husbands. Ā Though Ā sweet Ā Myrcella Ā shares Ā nothing Ā of Ā her Ā mother Ā but Ā beauty Ā and Ā perhaps Ā a Ā sharp Ā mind. Ā "The Ā bedroom Ā is Ā the Ā best Ā place Ā for Ā politics, Ā leona. Ā One Ā can Ā do Ā both Ā at Ā the Ā same Ā time." Ā As Ā they Ā are Ā doing Ā now. Ā And Ā the Ā kiss Ā is Ā sharp Ā and Ā biting Ā and Ā he Ā can Ā taste Ā blood Ā perhaps Ā but Ā he Ā takes Ā it Ā with Ā delight, Ā she Ā grinds Ā against Ā his Ā hardening Ā member Ā and Ā a Ā smile Ā forms Ā on Ā his Ā lips Ā before Ā a Ā hand Ā holds Ā her Ā chin, Ā parting Ā their Ā lips Ā as Ā he Ā looks Ā back Ā at Ā her. Ā "Duty Ā is Ā going Ā to Ā King's Ā Landing Ā for Ā my Ā brother. Ā Duty Ā is Ā marrying Ā you. Ā In Ā bed, Ā in Ā our Ā bed, Ā fucking Ā is Ā never Ā a Ā duty Ā but Ā a Ā pleasure. Ā That's Ā what Ā you Ā all Ā got Ā wrong." Ā Men, Ā women, Ā they Ā were Ā all Ā made Ā for Ā plenty Ā of Ā things Ā and Ā one, Ā was Ā pleasure. Ā They Ā call Ā it Ā sinful Ā but Ā how Ā can Ā it Ā be Ā so Ā when Ā it Ā feels Ā right. Ā "Fucking Ā my Ā wife Ā is Ā no Ā duty. Ā I'm Ā not Ā Robert Ā Baratheon. Ā Duty Ā would Ā leave Ā you Ā dry Ā as Ā dornish Ā sand. Ā I Ā intend Ā for Ā the Ā opposite."
Ā And Ā with Ā that, Ā he Ā releases Ā her Ā features Ā and Ā let Ā his Ā mouth Ā fall Ā to Ā her Ā neck, Ā a Ā path Ā made Ā for Ā him Ā to Ā follow, Ā raising Ā one Ā leg Ā of Ā hers Ā to Ā place Ā over Ā his Ā shoulder, Ā kissing Ā the Ā inner Ā thigh Ā and Ā let Ā himself Ā enjoy Ā that Ā taste Ā once Ā more. Ā There Ā is Ā no Ā dryness Ā there Ā indeed, Ā but Ā he Ā wants Ā her Ā as Ā wet Ā as Ā the Ā water Ā itself. Ā That Ā once Ā he Ā is Ā inside Ā her, Ā the Ā ocean Ā waves Ā sounds Ā would Ā be Ā confused Ā with Ā their Ā bodies Ā joined Ā together. Ā His Ā tongue Ā teases, Ā while Ā his Ā hand Ā spreads Ā folds Ā open Ā and Ā search Ā for Ā her Ā reaction, Ā where Ā he Ā finds Ā that Ā special Ā pearl Ā inside Ā a Ā woman, Ā where Ā he Ā begins Ā to Ā suck Ā and Ā lick.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
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Indie. Mixed Canon. Loved by Mari.ć Ā© ć
#įƽ promo. ā± āā ā šš¢š·š¦ šŗš°š¶ š¦š·š¦š³ š“š¦š¦šÆ š“š¶š¤š© š£š¦š¢š¶šµšŗ ? ā#support my daughter my baby girl my everything <3
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With the roar of the fire my heart rose to its feet, like the ashes of ash I saw rise in the heat settle soft and as pure as snow I fell in love with the fire long ago.
An ASOIAF multimuse featuring canon & original characters. Written by Bunny.
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kitten update
#įƽ ooc. ā± āā ā šš© šÆš° šŖšµ'š“ šš¢š³šŖ. ā#theyāre 3 1/2 weeks old now and theyāre all doing so well !!#we moved them into a playpen bc they outgrew their box and needed space to run around#and theyāre teething now and potty training š„ŗ
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Writing / roleplay prompts collected from the POV chapters of Jon Snow in A Clash of Kings , the second book of the ASOIAF saga. Feel free to adjust pronouns / etc. as needed.
tw: dark & mature themes, death, violence, suggestive / sexual content
ā Have you been here all night? ā
ā You didnāt break your fast with us, and your bed hadnāt been slept in. ā
ā Is it morning? Down here thereās no way to know. ā
ā Youāre a sweet fool. ā
ā Youāll miss that bed when weāre sleeping on the cold hard ground, I promise you. ā
ā If I had time to search . . . everythingās a jumble. I could set it all to order, though. ā
ā This vault is a treasure. ā
ā The books will still be here when we return. ā
ā Youāll be as safe as if you were back in your fatherās castle. ā
ā I was never very safe in my fatherās castle either. ā
ā The gods play cruel jests. ā
ā Someone has to help me keep him humble. ā
ā Weāre all scared. Weād be fools if we werenāt. ā
ā Thereās no shame in fear, my father told me, what matters is how we face it. ā
ā Some men want whores on the eve of battle, and some want gods. ā
ā The Seven have no power beyond the wall, but my gods will be waiting. ā
ā What do you make of them? ā
ā They smell of summer. ā
ā Youāve heard these tidings of your brother? ā
ā He will make a good king. ā
ā He was never the same after he put on that crown. ā
ā Some men are like swords, made for fighting. Hang them up and they go to rust. ā
ā May the gods go with you on the morrow. ā
ā More stairs. I hate stairs. ā
ā Put them here. Iāll have a look at them later. ā
ā The command should be mine. ā
ā I do not mean to send you after them and sit wondering how long I must wait before I give you up for lost as well. ā
ā Stop wasting my time. ā
ā Do I look frail? ā
ā Donāt cozen me. ā
ā Was this all you could find? ā
ā If you have something to say, say it. ā
ā A man must believe his eyes. ā
ā I have seen the dead walk. ā
ā āGive me a man for every vow Iāve seen broken and the Wall will never lack for defenders. ā
ā A lordās one thing, a kingās another. ā
ā Tell me none of this troubles you, and Iāll name you a liar. ā
ā And if it did trouble me, what might I do? ā
ā Iād like to take an axe to the bloody thing myself. ā
ā My father believed no man could tell a lie in front of a heart tree. The Old Gods know when men are lying. ā
ā Much can change in a yearās time. ā
ā We might camp here tonight. ā
ā I was afraid that if I closed my eyes, I might never open them again. ā
ā Whatever enemy waits out here will not find us so easy to deal with. ā
ā Weāll find them, I promise you. ā
ā So long as he gives us a hot meal and a chance to dry our clothes, Iāll be happy. ā
ā Thereās a cold smell to that one, there is. ā
ā The men are to mind their hands and speak to these women as little as need be. ā
ā Truth be told, I never once missed him. ā
ā These are bad times to dwell alone in the wild. ā
ā Better to die free than live a slave. ā
ā Weāve had no such troubles here. ā
ā Iāll thank you not to tell such evil tales under my roof. ā
ā Iām a godly man, and the gods keep me safe. ā
ā I could use a sharp new axe. ā
ā More beer, and be quick about it. ā
ā No trouble from the dead, but what of the living? ā
ā What of your king? ā
ā Any man lays a hand on my wife, he loses the hand. ā
ā He has the look of a Stark. ā
ā Man wants to bed a woman, he ought to take her to wife. ā
ā He wonāt hurt you. ā
ā Are you one of his daughters? ā
ā That wolfās looking at you hungry. ā
ā Youāre scaring her. ā
ā I know all the names. ā
ā Save your breath. ā
ā Is he as savage as they say? ā
ā So there is magic beyond the Wall after all. ā
ā Just take me with you when you go, thatās all I ask. ā
ā Iāll be your wife, if you like. ā
ā He never gave you guest right, so youāre not bound to him. ā
ā Itās for the baby, I have to go. ā
ā I donāt even know your name. ā
ā Is it him who frightens you? ā
ā For the baby, not for me. ā
ā What color are the eyes? ā
ā Blue. As bright as blue stars. ā
ā Your babe would not be safe with us. ā
ā I do not choose the road I ride. ā
ā Keep a good edge on that sword of yours. Weāll be needing it soon enough. ā
ā I know what it is to be afraid. ā
ā Sheās going to have a baby. ā
ā Have you taken leave of all your sense? ā
ā Why do I feel so ashamed? ā
ā She was frightened and wanted help. ā
ā The wide world is full of people wanting help. Would that some could find the courage to help themselves. ā
ā My father once told me that some men are not worth having. A bannerman who is brutal or unjust dishonors his liege lord as well as himself. ā
ā We could scarce hope for better. ā
ā Whatās wrong with you? ā
ā Maybe there are ghosts here, the spirits of the First Men. This was their place, once. ā
ā How did you fare today? ā
ā I will not lose more of my men. ā
ā I mislike the man, but I do not think he lied to us in this. ā
ā Shall I bring you supper? ā
ā Did your wolf find game today? ā
ā Thatās not for me to say. ā
ā I dread that as much as you, but we must admit the possibility. ā
ā Rest will serve me better. ā
ā Was the hunting so bad? ā
ā Dragonglass. What the maesters call obsidian. ā
ā Send two hundred wolves against ten thousand sheep and see what happens. ā
ā You have your fatherās look. ā
ā I am no lordling. ā
ā It is said that a direwolf runs with you. ā
ā I had begun to fear for you. Did you meet with trouble? ā
ā There are worse ways to die than warm and drunk. ā
ā Iāll not be going there, I promise you. ā
ā I was not meant to hear that. ā
ā It was just empty talk. ā
ā They are cold and afraid; we all are. ā
ā The unseen enemy is always the most fearsome. ā
ā It must have been buried for a reason. ā
ā What is you will in this? ā
ā Fire is life up here, but it can be death as well. ā
ā No better time to start than now. ā
ā I wish I had a tenth part of his courage. ā
ā Do you have a name? ā
ā You are my captive. ā
ā I never knew my mother. ā
ā I want to hear this tale of yours. ā
ā A steel kiss will keep her quiet. ā
ā She yielded herself to me. ā
ā You must do what needs to be done. ā
ā You donāt need to do it. ā
ā Arenāt you afraid? ā
ā Strike hard and true, or Iāll come back and haunt you. ā
ā I canāt stay brave forever. ā
ā You never asked me how it went. With the girl. ā
ā They have no discipline. ā
ā You know? ā
ā Tell me why you spared her. ā
ā I know she was an enemy, but there was no evil in her. ā
ā To lead a man you must know them. ā
ā You ought to be sleeping. ā
ā I like it in the dark. ā
ā Itās always pretty women in my dreams. Would that I dreamed more often. ā
ā Dead men walk and the trees have eyes again. Why should we balk at wargs and giants? ā
ā Does this mean my dreams are true as well? ā
ā He can keep his mammoths, I want my women. ā
ā I want to see them with my own eyes. ā
ā Eagles have sharper eyes than men. ā
ā It will be good to feel warm again, if only for a little while. ā
ā Sometimes a man forgets how pretty a fire can be. ā
ā Did he ever love a maid or have a wedding? ā
ā He has a different part to play. ā
ā Do you remember the words of your vow? ā
ā I am not afraid to die. ā
ā What do you mean? ā
ā If we are taken, you must yield. ā
ā No. Never. I wonāt. ā
ā You will. I command it of you. ā
ā You must not balk, whatever is asked of you. ā
ā Do as they bid you, but in your heart, remember who and what you are. ā
ā I do not want to play the oathbreaker, even for a good reason. ā
ā Iāll do whatever you ask. ā
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#įƽ ooc. ā± āā ā šš© šÆš° šŖšµ'š“ šš¢š³šŖ. ā#I have another book meme to finish on my archive blog but I wanna write today
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TheĀ HydraĀ isĀ aĀ mercenaryĀ companyĀ foundedĀ byĀ CommanderĀ KhyronĀ Akreios.Ā InĀ itsĀ decadeĀ ofĀ operation,Ā itĀ hasĀ builtĀ aĀ navalĀ fleetĀ ofĀ overĀ aĀ hundredĀ shipsĀ andĀ aĀ groundĀ forceĀ ofĀ aroundĀ nineĀ thousandĀ men,Ā secondĀ onlyĀ toĀ theĀ GoldenĀ Company.Ā WithĀ theĀ supportĀ theyĀ haveĀ fromĀ beingĀ backedĀ byĀ powerfulĀ politicalĀ figures,Ā theĀ menĀ ofĀ TheĀ HydraĀ areĀ betterĀ armedĀ andĀ betterĀ trainedĀ thanĀ theĀ vastĀ majorityĀ ofĀ otherĀ companiesĀ inĀ Essos,Ā andĀ theyĀ areĀ boastfulĀ ofĀ theĀ claimĀ thatĀ everyĀ manĀ amongĀ themĀ isĀ worthĀ threeĀ ofĀ anyĀ other.Ā TheyĀ serveĀ asĀ anĀ unofficialĀ militaryĀ forceĀ forĀ theĀ currentĀ SealordĀ ofĀ Braavos,Ā FerregoĀ Antaryon,Ā butĀ despiteĀ theĀ affiliation,Ā theyĀ areĀ stillĀ seenĀ asĀ aĀ companyĀ ofĀ sellswords.Ā AsĀ longĀ asĀ BraavosĀ remainsĀ protected,Ā theyĀ areĀ willingĀ toĀ offerĀ theirĀ servicesĀ elsewhere;Ā theyĀ haveĀ theĀ menĀ andĀ shipsĀ toĀ spare.
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TheĀ eldestĀ sonĀ ofĀ theĀ currentĀ ArchonĀ ofĀ Tyrosh.Ā ExiledĀ byĀ hisĀ fatherĀ atĀ theĀ compulsionĀ ofĀ theĀ ConclaveĀ afterĀ beingĀ falselyĀ accusedĀ ofĀ beingĀ aĀ conspiratorĀ inĀ anĀ attemptedĀ coup.Ā HisĀ father'sĀ partingĀ actĀ ofĀ goodwillĀ wasĀ toĀ giveĀ himĀ aĀ portionĀ ofĀ theĀ family'sĀ shipsĀ andĀ sendĀ himĀ toĀ BraavosĀ underĀ theĀ watchĀ ofĀ theĀ currentĀ Sealord,Ā FerregoĀ Antaryon.Ā WithĀ hisĀ support,Ā KhyronĀ hasĀ builtĀ aĀ fearsomeĀ companyĀ ofĀ mercenariesĀ overĀ theĀ pastĀ decadeĀ knownĀ asĀ TheĀ Hydra,Ā servingĀ asĀ anĀ unofficialĀ militaryĀ forceĀ forĀ theĀ SealordĀ ofĀ Braavos,Ā thoughĀ theyĀ alsoĀ offerĀ theirĀ servicesĀ elsewhere.Ā KhyronĀ stillĀ keepsĀ toĀ manyĀ TyroshiĀ traditions,Ā suchĀ asĀ tintingĀ hisĀ darkĀ hairĀ withĀ huesĀ ofĀ blue.Ā InĀ truth,Ā allĀ heĀ wantsĀ isĀ toĀ beĀ welcomedĀ homeĀ byĀ hisĀ fatherĀ toĀ TyroshĀ again,Ā thoughĀ heĀ hasĀ longĀ givenĀ upĀ onĀ thatĀ possibility.Ā KhyronĀ isĀ aĀ proudĀ man,Ā boldĀ inĀ wordsĀ andĀ actions,Ā oftenĀ withoutĀ regardĀ toĀ whomĀ mightĀ takeĀ offense.Ā YetĀ beneathĀ hisĀ swagger,Ā heĀ isĀ aĀ cunningĀ tacticianĀ withĀ aĀ mindĀ asĀ sharpĀ asĀ hisĀ blade,Ā andĀ aĀ veryĀ dangerousĀ manĀ toĀ underestimate.
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TheĀ currentĀ FirstĀ SwordĀ ofĀ Braavos,Ā successorĀ ofĀ hisĀ deceasedĀ mentor,Ā SyrioĀ Forel.Ā PerĀ tradition,Ā QarroĀ isĀ theĀ protectorĀ ofĀ theĀ SealordĀ ofĀ BraavosĀ asĀ commanderĀ ofĀ hisĀ personalĀ guard,Ā thoughĀ heĀ alsoĀ servesĀ atĀ hisĀ whim,Ā oftenĀ actingĀ onĀ hisĀ behalfĀ inĀ placesĀ abroad,Ā especiallyĀ asĀ SealordĀ Ferrego'sĀ healthĀ hasĀ begunĀ toĀ failĀ him.Ā QarroĀ cameĀ fromĀ nothing,Ā growingĀ upĀ amongĀ aĀ groupĀ ofĀ scavengerĀ childrenĀ amongĀ theĀ canalsĀ ofĀ Braavos.Ā HeĀ alwaysĀ hadĀ aĀ fascinationĀ withĀ theĀ bravos,Ā andĀ heĀ wouldĀ watchĀ themĀ toĀ memorizeĀ theirĀ movementsĀ andĀ practiceĀ inĀ private.Ā HisĀ firstĀ "sword"Ā wasĀ anĀ ironĀ fireĀ pokerĀ heĀ stoleĀ fromĀ aĀ blacksmith'sĀ forge that he would use to mimic the bravos.Ā WhenĀ heĀ wasĀ eleven,Ā heĀ wasĀ noticedĀ byĀ SyrioĀ Forel,Ā whoĀ sawĀ potentialĀ inĀ Qarro,Ā thusĀ heĀ tookĀ theĀ ladĀ underĀ hisĀ wingĀ andĀ trainedĀ himĀ forĀ theĀ nextĀ sixteenĀ years.Ā WhenĀ SyrioĀ wasĀ slainĀ inĀ Westeros,Ā QarroĀ wasĀ namedĀ hisĀ successor.Ā RecentlyĀ heĀ hasĀ beenĀ givenĀ aĀ newĀ task;Ā toĀ accompanyĀ CommanderĀ KhyronĀ toĀ King'sĀ LandingĀ toĀ doĀ businessĀ inĀ theĀ Sealord'sĀ stead.Ā WhileĀ heĀ hadĀ noĀ desireĀ toĀ leaveĀ theĀ ailingĀ Ferrego'sĀ side,Ā heĀ wasĀ compelledĀ byĀ anotherĀ prospect:Ā aĀ chanceĀ forĀ revengeĀ againstĀ thoseĀ whoĀ killedĀ hisĀ mentor,Ā ifĀ onlyĀ heĀ canĀ bideĀ hisĀ time.Ā QarroĀ isĀ deeplyĀ loyalĀ andĀ aĀ patientĀ man,Ā alwaysĀ mindfulĀ ofĀ hisĀ dutyĀ toĀ theĀ Sealord.Ā HeĀ is,Ā however,Ā ratherĀ emotional;Ā aĀ manĀ ledĀ byĀ hisĀ heartĀ insteadĀ ofĀ hisĀ head. QarroĀ andĀ KhyronĀ doĀ notĀ seeĀ eyeĀ toĀ eyeĀ often,Ā butĀ theyĀ areĀ unitedĀ inĀ theirĀ personal loyaltiesĀ toĀ theĀ Sealord.
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gaming for a while and I might get on later to do stuff if Iām not too tired <3
#įƽ ooc. ā± āā ā šš© šÆš° šŖšµ'š“ šš¢š³šŖ. ā#took a little nap but now Iām gonna hop on with my cousins so this could be an hour or three hours who knows lmao
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#įƽ ooc. ā± āā ā šš© šÆš° šŖšµ'š“ šš¢š³šŖ. ā#I'm at least gonna go chill in a blanket burrito for a while lmao I'm just exhausted#but maybe I don't have to go tonight so we'll see. in that case I'll be around later.
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"Dorne Ā has Ā been Ā planning Ā this Ā wedding Ā for Ā years. Ā Ever Ā since Ā Myrcella Ā announced Ā she Ā was Ā a Ā woman. Ā It Ā was Ā you Ā in Ā King's Ā Landing Ā who Ā kept Ā delaying Ā it. Ā To Ā her Ā youthful Ā frustration." Ā Perhaps Ā if Ā this Ā woman Ā saw Ā that Ā her Ā daughter Ā truly Ā loved Ā Trystane Ā then Ā she Ā would Ā stop Ā being Ā so Ā paranoid Ā about Ā them Ā wanting Ā to Ā hurt Ā them. Ā They Ā had Ā been Ā fostering Ā her Ā as Ā part Ā of Ā their Ā own Ā for Ā years Ā now, Ā her Ā brother Ā had Ā grown Ā fond Ā of Ā her Ā like Ā a Ā daughter. Ā Perhaps Ā seeing Ā a Ā little Ā of Ā Elia Ā in Ā the Ā young Ā girl. Ā "Trystane Ā has Ā even Ā refused Ā to Ā take Ā a Ā paramour Ā or Ā mistress Ā because Ā he Ā wants Ā to Ā do Ā everything Ā with Ā her Ā for Ā the Ā first Ā time. Ā Say Ā what Ā you Ā want Ā of Ā Dorne, Ā but Ā my Ā nephew Ā is Ā honorable. Ā She Ā will Ā be Ā treated Ā well." Ā Better Ā than Ā you Ā had Ā been, Ā have Ā you Ā not? Ā But Ā he Ā bites Ā his Ā tongue Ā instead. Ā He Ā let Ā his Ā eyes Ā linger Ā on Ā her Ā features Ā before Ā they Ā drop Ā toward Ā her Ā body, Ā bare Ā for Ā him Ā to Ā see. Ā Beauty, Ā despite Ā three Ā sons Ā and Ā age, Ā Cersei Ā was Ā still Ā a Ā beauty, Ā that Ā much Ā was Ā clear. Ā
"If Ā you Ā think Ā you Ā are Ā the Ā first Ā highborn Ā lady Ā I Ā take Ā to Ā bed, Ā then Ā you Ā know Ā nothing Ā of Ā me, Ā wife." Ā Oberyn Ā remarks Ā back Ā with Ā a Ā laugh, Ā recalling Ā the Ā duel Ā with Ā a Ā lord Ā for Ā the Ā honor Ā of Ā his Ā wife, Ā who Ā Oberyn Ā had Ā bedded Ā plenty Ā of Ā times Ā and Ā fostered Ā a Ā child Ā too. Ā "Though Ā I Ā admit Ā it's Ā the Ā first Ā highborn Ā from Ā the Ā main Ā land. Ā Certainly Ā you Ā are Ā shape Ā differently." Ā His Ā hands Ā are Ā already Ā working Ā on Ā his Ā belt, Ā unfastening Ā the Ā laces Ā of Ā his Ā breeches Ā before Ā pulling Ā them Ā down Ā to Ā return Ā the Ā favor Ā and Ā present Ā himself Ā bare, Ā as Ā proud Ā as Ā she Ā does Ā to Ā him, Ā closing Ā the Ā distance Ā between Ā them, Ā hands Ā reaching Ā to Ā her Ā behind, Ā squeezing Ā the Ā roundness Ā of Ā her Ā bottom, Ā flushing Ā them Ā closer. Ā
"Any Ā other Ā demands Ā you Ā want Ā of Ā us?" Ā One Ā hand Ā moves Ā to Ā her Ā front, Ā smooth Ā thighs Ā against Ā calloused Ā fingers Ā before Ā he Ā presses Ā his Ā hand Ā between Ā her Ā legs, Ā viper Ā eyes Ā against Ā her Ā own Ā emerald Ā ones. Ā He Ā brings Ā said Ā hand Ā to Ā his Ā lips Ā to Ā taste Ā her, Ā sweet, Ā warm, Ā eyes Ā never Ā leaving. Ā "You Ā do Ā negociations Ā the Ā dornish Ā way."Ā Ā Ā
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TheĀ HydraĀ isĀ aĀ mercenaryĀ companyĀ foundedĀ byĀ CommanderĀ KhyronĀ Akreios.Ā InĀ itsĀ decadeĀ ofĀ operation,Ā itĀ hasĀ builtĀ aĀ navalĀ fleetĀ ofĀ overĀ aĀ hundredĀ shipsĀ andĀ aĀ groundĀ forceĀ ofĀ aroundĀ nineĀ thousandĀ men,Ā secondĀ onlyĀ toĀ theĀ GoldenĀ Company.Ā WithĀ theĀ supportĀ theyĀ haveĀ fromĀ beingĀ backedĀ byĀ powerfulĀ politicalĀ figures,Ā theĀ menĀ ofĀ TheĀ HydraĀ areĀ betterĀ armedĀ andĀ betterĀ trainedĀ thanĀ theĀ vastĀ majorityĀ ofĀ otherĀ companiesĀ inĀ Essos,Ā andĀ theyĀ areĀ boastfulĀ ofĀ theĀ claimĀ thatĀ everyĀ manĀ amongĀ themĀ isĀ worthĀ threeĀ ofĀ anyĀ other.Ā TheyĀ serveĀ asĀ anĀ unofficialĀ militaryĀ forceĀ forĀ theĀ currentĀ SealordĀ ofĀ Braavos,Ā FerregoĀ Antaryon,Ā butĀ despiteĀ theĀ affiliation,Ā theyĀ areĀ stillĀ seenĀ asĀ aĀ companyĀ ofĀ sellswords.Ā AsĀ longĀ asĀ BraavosĀ remainsĀ protected,Ā theyĀ areĀ willingĀ toĀ offerĀ theirĀ servicesĀ elsewhere;Ā theyĀ haveĀ theĀ menĀ andĀ shipsĀ toĀ spare.
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TheĀ eldestĀ sonĀ ofĀ theĀ currentĀ ArchonĀ ofĀ Tyrosh.Ā ExiledĀ byĀ hisĀ fatherĀ atĀ theĀ compulsionĀ ofĀ theĀ ConclaveĀ afterĀ beingĀ falselyĀ accusedĀ ofĀ beingĀ aĀ conspiratorĀ inĀ anĀ attemptedĀ coup.Ā HisĀ father'sĀ partingĀ actĀ ofĀ goodwillĀ wasĀ toĀ giveĀ himĀ aĀ portionĀ ofĀ theĀ family'sĀ shipsĀ andĀ sendĀ himĀ toĀ BraavosĀ underĀ theĀ watchĀ ofĀ theĀ currentĀ Sealord,Ā FerregoĀ Antaryon.Ā WithĀ hisĀ support,Ā KhyronĀ hasĀ builtĀ aĀ fearsomeĀ companyĀ ofĀ mercenariesĀ overĀ theĀ pastĀ decadeĀ knownĀ asĀ TheĀ Hydra,Ā servingĀ asĀ anĀ unofficialĀ militaryĀ forceĀ forĀ theĀ SealordĀ ofĀ Braavos,Ā thoughĀ theyĀ alsoĀ offerĀ theirĀ servicesĀ elsewhere.Ā KhyronĀ stillĀ keepsĀ toĀ manyĀ TyroshiĀ traditions,Ā suchĀ asĀ tintingĀ hisĀ darkĀ hairĀ withĀ huesĀ ofĀ blue.Ā InĀ truth,Ā allĀ heĀ wantsĀ isĀ toĀ beĀ welcomedĀ homeĀ byĀ hisĀ fatherĀ toĀ TyroshĀ again,Ā thoughĀ heĀ hasĀ longĀ givenĀ upĀ onĀ thatĀ possibility.Ā KhyronĀ isĀ aĀ proudĀ man,Ā boldĀ inĀ wordsĀ andĀ actions,Ā oftenĀ withoutĀ regardĀ toĀ whomĀ mightĀ takeĀ offense.Ā YetĀ beneathĀ hisĀ swagger,Ā heĀ isĀ aĀ cunningĀ tacticianĀ withĀ aĀ mindĀ asĀ sharpĀ asĀ hisĀ blade,Ā andĀ aĀ veryĀ dangerousĀ manĀ toĀ underestimate.
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TheĀ currentĀ FirstĀ SwordĀ ofĀ Braavos,Ā successorĀ ofĀ hisĀ deceasedĀ mentor,Ā SyrioĀ Forel.Ā PerĀ tradition,Ā QarroĀ isĀ theĀ protectorĀ ofĀ theĀ SealordĀ ofĀ BraavosĀ asĀ commanderĀ ofĀ hisĀ personalĀ guard,Ā thoughĀ heĀ alsoĀ servesĀ atĀ hisĀ whim,Ā oftenĀ actingĀ onĀ hisĀ behalfĀ inĀ placesĀ abroad,Ā especiallyĀ asĀ SealordĀ Ferrego'sĀ healthĀ hasĀ begunĀ toĀ failĀ him.Ā QarroĀ cameĀ fromĀ nothing,Ā growingĀ upĀ amongĀ aĀ groupĀ ofĀ scavengerĀ childrenĀ amongĀ theĀ canalsĀ ofĀ Braavos.Ā HeĀ alwaysĀ hadĀ aĀ fascinationĀ withĀ theĀ bravos,Ā andĀ heĀ wouldĀ watchĀ themĀ toĀ memorizeĀ theirĀ movementsĀ andĀ practiceĀ inĀ private.Ā HisĀ firstĀ "sword"Ā wasĀ anĀ ironĀ fireĀ pokerĀ heĀ stoleĀ fromĀ aĀ blacksmith'sĀ forge that he would use to mimic the bravos.Ā WhenĀ heĀ wasĀ eleven,Ā heĀ wasĀ noticedĀ byĀ SyrioĀ Forel,Ā whoĀ sawĀ potentialĀ inĀ Qarro,Ā thusĀ heĀ tookĀ theĀ ladĀ underĀ hisĀ wingĀ andĀ trainedĀ himĀ forĀ theĀ nextĀ sixteenĀ years.Ā WhenĀ SyrioĀ wasĀ slainĀ inĀ Westeros,Ā QarroĀ wasĀ namedĀ hisĀ successor.Ā RecentlyĀ heĀ hasĀ beenĀ givenĀ aĀ newĀ task;Ā toĀ accompanyĀ CommanderĀ KhyronĀ toĀ King'sĀ LandingĀ toĀ doĀ businessĀ inĀ theĀ Sealord'sĀ stead.Ā WhileĀ heĀ hadĀ noĀ desireĀ toĀ leaveĀ theĀ ailingĀ Ferrego'sĀ side,Ā heĀ wasĀ compelledĀ byĀ anotherĀ prospect:Ā aĀ chanceĀ forĀ revengeĀ againstĀ thoseĀ whoĀ killedĀ hisĀ mentor,Ā ifĀ onlyĀ heĀ canĀ bideĀ hisĀ time.Ā QarroĀ isĀ deeplyĀ loyalĀ andĀ aĀ patientĀ man,Ā alwaysĀ mindfulĀ ofĀ hisĀ dutyĀ toĀ theĀ Sealord.Ā HeĀ is,Ā however,Ā ratherĀ emotional;Ā aĀ manĀ ledĀ byĀ hisĀ heartĀ insteadĀ ofĀ hisĀ head. QarroĀ andĀ KhyronĀ doĀ notĀ seeĀ eyeĀ toĀ eyeĀ often,Ā butĀ theyĀ areĀ unitedĀ inĀ theirĀ personal loyaltiesĀ toĀ theĀ Sealord.
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