Misguided Asgardian

“One more moon, my lady”, sentenced the Maester

You felt your nose tingle, your lips pouting, and then came the tears, as you whispered in your mouth

“I can’t take it anymore”, you cried, you felt your husband’s hands on your shoulders, caressing your skin covered by your dress

“Come on, my love”, he whispered, “you’ll get through this”, he said, with just the tinge of mockery it took to awaken the dragon

“I hate you!”, you cried, “you did this to me”, you whined childishly, hiding your face in your palms

You just couldn’t keep being pregnant, especially a whole moon.

You were huge, you could barely rise from the bed or from chairs after supper, you were so uncomfortable, there were days where you couldn’t even wear shoes, as your feet had enlarged, it has been moons since you could see your toes at all.                     

Yet you curled onto him, and he held you in his arms 

“I know my love”, he whispered, “I know what can make you feel better”, he whispered, “a bath, boiling hot water, what do you say?”

“Lukewarm, my lord”, remembered the maester. You whined against his chest making him laugh.

But he prepared that bath nonetheless… and now you were content, the water allowed you to float a bit, to not feel the weight of your belly, it was terribly soothing. 

“Remember me to commission a bigger tub, so we can both fit in there, or rather, us three”, you frowned, looking at him angrily. He just looked back at you, with that grin, he sat by your side, his arm around the edge of the tub, his head on top, he looked like a lazy cat 

“You are implying I’m going to let you do this to me again”, you said with a mocking smile, he only chuckled

He took time to admire you, he even placed his big hand on your round belly. There, strongly, your abbe kicked right under Lyonel’s hand, as he or she knew it was their father

“That’s my little stag in there”, he said gently, with a dreamy smile, feeling another kick

“Well, it does feel like he has antlers”, you whined, “or the wings of a dragon”, you said sheepishly

“Is your discomfort so great, my love?”, he asked, almost feeling guilty

“Our child is… of big size”, you answered on a sigh, "I feel so heavy, like I can’t walk, it’s hard to move….”, he laughed then, a frank, honest laugh that soothed your aching chest, you leaned in until your head softly laid against his

“Baratheons make big babes”, he said softly, “I am very sorry my love”. A child who was going to grow as big as his father…

“A son of fire and storm”, you whispered, “What if… it’s a girl?”, you asked him, he frowned

“Oh wouldn’t that be nice”, he said, with a dreamy smile, “a little girl, with my locks and your beautiful face? please”, he whispered, “Poor girl, she’ll have to become a Septa, no sorry bastard in this whole world would be good enough for her”, you giggle, just imagine how good of a father he was going to be

“Wouldn’t you be disappointed?”, you asked, he scoffed

“A little doe”, he whispered dreamly, “A boy or a girl, either way the Storm Gods had decided to bless us”, he said, “besides we can always have more”, you splashed water on his face and he laughed yet again. 

He kept admiring your naked body 

“The water is getting cold”, he said softly, “Let’s get you out of there so I can massage your feet…. and other parts of your body that surely will make you feel better”, he teased

“I’m the size of a horse”, you said, “how can you desire me still?”

“You have never looked more beautiful”, he whispered in your ear, as he helped you up.

He took you to your shared rooms, he made sweet, gentle love to you, and then he made you put on a simple shift, so you could both lay in bed as he massaged your feet

You were about to start purring

“This isn’t necessary”, you whispered, apologetically

“I think it is”, said Lyonel, his big hand pressing right in the best spot on your swelling feet, “after you almost bite the head off of your lady”, he said mockingly, with a big grin on his face, “you wouldn’t let anyone else touch you”, he noted, massaging your feet

You hands went to your huge belly, caressing it softly

“Any husband would be happy about that”, you noted sheepishly

“And trust me, I am”, he said proudly. “Besides I already been grown used to the fact that when you are pregnant, you had make me your slave”, you snorted a laugh

“A slave?”, you mocked

“Yes, you had you at your beck and call, I draw you baths, you even slaved me in the chambers, making me do strange acts to you”

“Strange?”, you kept teasing

“Oh yes, I am starting to think that you are a some sort of Lustful witch”, he mocked, making you laugh once again

“Lustful witch”, you whispered, “I kind of like it”

“Oh of course you would”, he whispered, “I’m nothing but your sex slave”

“I seem to recall you enjoyed doing those things to me”, you said then

“Oh yes, added to the fact that I’ve never knew if you were going to chew my head of… or ride it”, you both laughed wholeheartedly

The hour had grown late, the sun already hidden behind the sunset sea, and yet, there was knocking at your private chambers. You shared concerned looks, at the people in the castle knew better than to disturb you if it weren’t important

“Come in”, said Lyonel, kissing your feet before releasing them, and placing a big quilt over your body before the person could enter

It was the maester

“My Lord, my lady, I’m very sorry for the late hour, yet, I must inform you of the most recent unfolding events…”

“yes, yes, out with it”, mocked Lyonel

“A storm is coming”, he said solemnly, you both kept quiet and just looked at him

“Yes, well, it is the Stormlands…. and this is Storm’s End, this is what we do”, you husband said sarcastically

“No my lord, this is the kind of storm that floods the streets and does permanent damages to rooftops and houses alike, men of knowledge from Essos agree that is like none other”

“Yes, well, alright, what should we expect?”, he asked impatiently

“Well, we, as the castle are well sorted and expected to just… ‘wait it out’”, he said nodding, “But as a precaution I send the majority of the household back to their homes with supplies to weather this out”

“Good, good”, you however, grew worried

“What about…?”

“Your ladies had been sent home, my lady, since there is a moon yet to expect the little lordling, yet, I insisted that Betha Storm remained”, you could breathe a little more easily, now, as Betha was the lead nurse maid and midwife of the household, she had been with you since the maester confirmed the pregnancy, teaching you things, helping you through the changes, and preparing you for the day. 

“Good”, you said, yet feeling uneasy.

“Now leave us, old man, my lady needs to rest and so do you”

“Yes my lord, at once”, he said making a short bow and retreating.

“Fun”, you just muttered with a soft smile.

“Now…. where were we?”, he asked, jumping into the bed making you laugh once again.

The maester was right

The huge storm made the stone of the castle tremble beneath its fury, Lyonel held you tightly as if you could fly away, and you tried to sleep through it, as many other storms before.

But this felt different…. you were moved by strange dreams, that some turn to nightmares, you didn’t know who was making those sounds, rather the storm or your mind.

And then, began the pains

You were so deep in your dreams you didn’t know if they were real, they came and went like the waves crushing against the stones below, yet somewhere in the midst of a hurricane you felt some kind of pressure and then relief….

And then the pain was sharper than the others…

And then a voice

Lyonel's voice.

“Wake up my love", he said, “there is something wrong….”

Then you felt how…wet… you were

“What is happening?”, you managed to ask, as you believed the entire wall had been blown to pieces and storm had drenched the entire bed

Lyonel jumped from the bed and removed the covers, to reveal a dark spot all around your midsection, the room was lit up by torches Lyonel set up no doubt

“What…?”, you asked, and then the pain returned, crashing over you, making you cry out. This was it, what your Midwife warned you about

“I’m in labour”, you cried, and Lyonel stood there, drenched too, “The maester said a moon””, you cried, “its too early”, you whined

The fear in your voice seem to woke him up

“I will fetch Betha right now”, he said quickly, “you are going to be fine my love”, he said surely. 

You could hear his screams for the woman over your own

In five minutes, the woman entered the room, followed by a maid, they brought clean linens and boiled water.

“You!”, she demanded of a soldier, “bring the birthing chair, if you drop it, you are dead”, the man shakily nodded and went with one of his fellow guards to bring the precious item.

You stored it nearby, it was a strange contraption, you still laid on the bed, but Betha was quick to reach your side and helped you up like you weighed nothing. Once you were settled, she turned to Lyonel, who stood there like a deer in front of a hunter

“This is no place for a man”, the midwife snapped, grabbing him, one of the tallest men in the Seven Kingdoms and pushing him out of the way like he weighed nothing. 

You had no strength to argue, to say you wanted him here, the fear and pain clouded every other necessity, yet your body has entered a state of prime instinct, as it seemed like she knew what to do, even if you didn’t.

You hold onto the arms of the chair for dear life as another wave of pain bathes you.

“It’s too soon”, you cried

“It is not my lady”, she said with certainty, “the baby is ready to join us”, you realised she told you that to soothe you, you can see the furrow in her brow.

She helped you put your feet on the wooden holders, spreading them, as you clung into the arms of the chair, you felt so exposed like this, yet the pain was growing to intense you didn’t have more time to think about it

“You are almost ready”, she said

“It’s happening quite fast”, admitted the maid, but she did not seem concerned 

The situation wasn’t ideal, the maester had dismissed most of the group of nurse maids and wetnurses Lyonel had assembled for you, as your ladies, the maester was asleep and you also believed it was too soon.

You cried out, even if you weren't shaken by a wave of pain.

It was tortuous hours, yet the sun didn’t shine because of the storm still rattling the foundations of the castle made 4 thousand years ago, 

And yet… After hours of effort… a cry that seemed to rival the storm could be heard over the room.

“A boy my lday!”, she said happily, “strong as a horse”

“A stag Betha”, laughed the sweet maid.

They had him cleaned, and you as well, and they brought you your son.

He was so small, incredibly so, you smiled widely, feeling an incredible relief, he was alright, he was healthy and he was here in your arms

“He came right of”, said Betha, pleased, “afterbith and all”

“That was ‘right off’?”, you asked, they both laughed, they cleaned you next, and then, like the storm raging outside, Lyonel entered the room as you cuddled your son to youc hest 

“A boy!”, he said, pleased, wasting no time in reaching you, still sitting on the strange chair. “Let me see him”, he whispered happily.

And yet, when you were about to show your son’s face to his own father for the first time, another wave of pain hit you so suddenly you believed you had been struck by lightening

“OH…. FUCK!”, you cursed. You luckily didn’t crush your son who started crying as well, “what’s happening?”, you whined, you, instinctively, placed your feet back again in the holders, spreading your legs.

betha was between your legs in a second

“I think there is another babe”, she said, surprised

“What?”, Elisa took your child, while Lyonel was standing there, not knowing what to do. 

While Elisa was tending to your child, another pain struck your weakened body

“Lyonel don’t leave me”, you cried, reaching for him, that seemed tot ake him out of his stupor

“Not even death would tear me from your side my love”, he said firmly, grabbing onto your hand, you smiled at him, before another contraction shook your body

“Well, I need him here”, demanded the midwife, grabbing onto him and placing him between your legs. You would have felt terribly ashamed, if it weren’t for the excruciating pain.

Lyonel had this face, this astonished, shocked face 

“It’s the head”, claimed the midwife, “come on my lady, you’ve done this once already”

“I can’t do this again”, you cried

“Yes you can”

“What do I do?”, asked Lyonel, desperate, the woman gave him a big blanket

“You are going to catch your child as he enters this world”, she said, determined, 

It felt like another set of hours, yet this time was quick, it was minutes

You managed to push the baby out of your body with a final cry, and Lyonel catched him, you would never forget the face he had.

“A girl”, said the midwife, pleased, and yet, Lyonel was completely paralyzed, with the child in his hands. You cried with relief and with happiness, a little girl, but your body was so shaken by pain you couldn’t quite see her yet, and more importantly, you couldn’t hear her. 

“Lyonel?”, you asked, but he was looking at the bundle in his hands, you had never seen this expression on his face

Then a cry, who brought your husband a breath of his own as he smiled widely

He couldn’t believe what he just saw, what he just did, as his crying daughter was still caked in her mother’s blood

“A girl”, he said, with the widest smile you had ever seen on his face, as he cradled the babe against his chest, “my little fawn” 

It's a story he would tell to anyone who would listen, how you gave him not one but two babes, how he was there, ‘like a real man’, not like other men who preferred to stay outside their wives'birthing chambers, how you were a goddess in human form, well, he knew that already

But now here you were, laying on the bed with your son in your arms, trying to nurse him, while Lyonel paced around the room with his daughter in his arms

“I don’t understand", he said quietly, “how can you love someone this much?”, he whispered, his eyes never leaving her small, sleeping form

“A wonder of nature”, you whispered, admiring your son

“And even…. if we have more, how can I possibly love them as much?”, he asked outloud, you would have laughed, if the pain didn’t linger still.

“Love is infinite", you said surely, “it doesn't divide, it just multiplies”

You spend precious moments in silence, the storm has broken, giving away to a greyish dawn, letting you see everything vividly

Your babies had their father’s hair, as for their eyes, you couldn’t quite see them clearly yet.

“We don’t have a crib for our daughter”, you observed, as if you couldn’t acquire one before the sun hid in the horizon.

“She can sleep in my arms” he said as if it was nothing, you didn’t see how he was going to let her go, as he had barely let Betha clean her.

“We don’t have a name either”, you whispered, you then looked at him, “can we name the boy Orys”, Lyonel smiled, of course his Targaryen wife would like to name her son like the rumored bastard brother of Aegon the conqueror, living proof of the bond between your two houses.

“Only if we name her Argella”, he whispered, caressing her round cheek

“I like it”, you agreed

She began to make suckling noises, her tiny mouth trying to suck what didn’t exist.

“want to trade?”, you asked, he nodded, not convinced, yet holding his son was something he wanted to do as well, he handed your daughter in your other arm, and then took his son 

“Well… now that we know I am well, and our children are well… I can safely say… I think, and I do not intend to speak for you, my love, but it seems like all that discomfort was not only worth it, but a bargain well struck”, you said simply

He smiled, looking at your son in his arms

“What do you mean?”, he asked

“We got two, for the discomfort of one”, you said simply, I’d say it’s the best deal ever”

You tried to ignore it, you did, you tried to ignore the fact that after the birth of your second son your husband never visited your chambers again, you tried to ignore the steps and giggles outside his chambers at night, you tried to ignore the glances he would give to any other new young woman who showed up in Storm’s End. And you mostly did, you were grateful even, that he at least was discreet in public.

The neglect was harder to ignore though

He started to leave you to have your supper and break fast alone

And your boys, of five and two, Orys and Steffon, were starting to miss their father. 

You had tried to seek him out, and he would indulge you, you believed that was the worst part, he would indulge you in these feasts like dinners, all big fake smiles and grand gestures, he would tell you about his day, kiss the side of your face and then move along to his chambers. 

It is not like you tried…. but… something had happened in the birth of your son, and now… it hurts, those first times you tried with him, it hurted, and the worst part is, that you kept desiring him and yet your body kept betraying you.

That brings you here, to King’s Landing.

It was the celebration of the King’s 60th name day, and all great houses had been invited. Lyonel wouldn’t have come if it weren’t for the promised jousting, and the feast too. He had weirdly insisted you join him, you did not want to attend, you had no lost love for King’s Landing. 

And seems like basic decency has abandoned your husband, seems like all reason and his respect for you too…

He was entertaining a woman, sitting her on his lap while you sat just a few feet away

You tried to look forwards to the puppet show that was happening in front of you, but they were not being discreet no matter how much they believed they were. You could still hear their whispers, her moans

You couldn’t believe this.

You catched a glimpse and this woman was actually moving like she was  impaling herself….

You wanted to throw up

You wanted to run, but  were completely paralyzed and couldn’t move

You felt gazes on you, of the other servants, of your lady in waiting.

“Mommy!”, you could only drew breath when you heard the voice of your eldest son, grabbing onto your arm, “let’s go closer”, he said excitedly.

“Y-yes my love”, you said shakily, and rose from your seat. You actually let the boy of four name days guide you through the darkish tent, letting him be your strength, you didn’t even know how your knees didn’t buckle under you. 

You sat amongst other children in the very first row, not caring anymore for what was proper, you sat there crossing your legs under the thick skirts of your dress to prevent them from shaking, your son was happy to sit in your lap. 

You couldn’t keep the tears from falling, you couldn’t keep the trembling of your fingers, you felt so disgusted.

“Why are you crying mommy?”, asked your son, placing his chubby hands on your cheeks

“I…”, you could barely talk, your throat tightened by an invisible hand, “I’m just scared of the sorcerer”, you drew out, referring to the malevolent puppet who had enchanted the princess or something like that. He huffed and surrounded your neck with his hands

“I’ll protect you mommy”, he said with certainty, you hugged him tight as your life depended on it, letting him ground you against what was happening.

You felt nauseous

Once the show was over, they lit up a few candles so people could leave, you were quick to stand, and there he was, he was still sitting there, with that wench on his lap, now, in front of everyone who could tell what was happening. You didn’t stop to suffer it any longer, you grabbed onto your youngest Steffon, who was getting fuzzy in the hands of his nurse, and took him with you, holding tightly onto Orys by his tiny hand, who was oblivious to what his father was doing. 

The puppeteers' show was being held in a tent in the garden, and the walk back to the Red Keep was well signaled, and your boys were sleepy, so you walked back to the castle to put them to bed, as the hour had grown late. 

You went to their assigned room, right next to yours, with the help of their nanny you put on their pajamas and when they were ready, you tucked them in yourself, kissed their sleepy foreheads and cuddled them until they slept. 

Despite it all, as you looked at your sleeping babies, you realized they made everything worth it.

You walked back to your rooms, thinking Lyonel might spend the night elsewhere, the thought brought you both dread and relief at the same time, not entirely sure how.

But as you sat on the vanity, brushing your hair Lyonel stumbled into the room, clearly drunk

“Oops”, you heard him mumble with a chuckle

“What are you doing here?”, you asked bitterly

“These are my rooms”, he said mockingly, it was sad really, you saw him and you barely recognized the handsome man you had married, the gallant knight, “can’t I sleep with my own wife?”

“Not before you take ten baths with salt water and lemon”, you said bitterly, turning your back on him to keep brushing your hair

“Oh, that”, he chuckled. “got a bit carried away”

Yes in front of important lords of the realm and you believed even Prince Baelor was there too

“Yes, a bit”, you mocked, as you angrily brushed your tears your anger began to slip out. 

“Oh come on woman!”, he said, “it was just…”, you fucking someone else in front of you and other people

“I don’t know why you brought me here”, you interrupted him, not hiding your tears, turning to him again, “to humiliate me?”

“No…”, he sighed, as the conversation bored him

“I do not know what I could have possibly done to you, for you to treat me like this”, you kept going, “I don’t deserve this!”

“You won’t let me fuck you!”, he said as if it was the answer to all your problems

“I told you it hurts!”, you said angrily, bitter tears falling down your cheeks, “Steffon ripped me apart when he was born and the maesters told us the muscles had healed the wrong way!, they also told us that slowly… with practice… but you won’t….”, he grunted, interrupting you, falling to the bed

“Come here then”, he said, ”let’s practice”

“You are disgusting", you cried, standing from your bench and walking towards the door

“Where are you going?”, he asked

“To sleep anywhere else”

You felt immediately guilty after closing the door so had it sounded all over the empty hallway, there could have been people sleeping you just woke up.

You couldn’t go back to your children like this, so you just kept walking down. You also did not know the Red Keep that well, this thing was like some labyrinth, you just kept walking aimlessly. 

Until you reached what you guessed was a different tower. 

“Are you alright?”, you jumped in your place, turning quickly towards the voice. There he stood, in all his glory, Baelor Targaryen

He was looking at you like he would look at a missing child

“I’m very sorry, your grace”, the man held so many titles you didn’t know how to call him, as he was also Lord Hand of The King, but you guessed he was first and foremost a Prince. You saw that he was patiently waiting for you answer, "I am, I just… sleep evaded me so I went for a walk”, you tried to explain

“Yes, sleep would evade me as well if a saw my husband engaging in such activities”, he said and you stood very still

You wanted the floor to swallow you whole

“I’m sorry”, you didn’t even know what to say but to apologise for your… husband…

“You do not need to apologise, if anything…. your husband should”, he said firmly. His gaze was so intense, so felt like you were bare in front of him, “sleep did escape me as well, perhaps a cup of wine will ease us into slumber, if you’d join me”, he said softly

How did you say no to a Prince?

“That would be lovely”, you said with a soft smile. You did not care if it was the hour of the owl, you did not care if it was improper for a married lady and a prince to be alone.

He invited you to the tower of the hand, the soldier guarding their prince stood there solemn, not even giving you an errant look

Baelor Targaryen was seen as the perfect heir, perfect son and gallant gentleman.

If he had not encountered you this night, alone, with tears marks on your cheeks, after that poor display of the Baratheon, he would have never pursued you, no matter how beautiful to him you were, how fetching, how sweet.

But he did find you there, lost.

Baelor Targaryen had always been the type of man who liked to save people, he had the savior complex, and tonight…. he wanted to save you. From what? Perhaps he couldn’t save you from the humiliation and cruelty of your husband, but he certainly could aid in soothing those pains for you. 

You did not intend to feel as comfortably as you did, sitting there across from him, goblet of wine in hand, a silly smile on your face, a giggle in your mouth when he told you something silly, or maybe it wasn’t silly at all. 

You did not intend to relax around him, but he put down his intimidating presence and made it seem like he was the safest person in this castle.

You did not intent to let him kiss you softly like the touch of the feather

You certainly did not intend on going with him to the Hand of the King’s rooms, hand in hand, heart pounding on your chest.

You had warned him about the pains, but he assured you were going to take it slow, that at the minimum show of pain he was going to stop, that there was other ways to have sex that did not involved penetration, that he planned of making you feel loved and worshipped

And he did

Oh he did 

His hands were the softest you’ve ever felt, his mouth was the most delicate you ever had on your skin, and he unmade you with them twice, before he even thought of revealing his nakedness to you 

He had admitted he had never done this before, meaning taking to bed a married woman, or anyone else since his wife passed, and you believed him

You didn’t even think about your cheating husband, he was not worth it. 

The only thing you could think of was Baelor inside of you, making you feel that pleasure that seemed to bring you back to life. 

It was so mind blowing, you only woke up when the sun was already shining brightly over the narrow sea.

“Oh no!”, you shouted, standing from the bed like it was on fire

“What’s the matter?”, he asked, a soft smile on his lips

“I need to leave”, they all would awaken by now, your children, even your husband if the sun had hit the window right… 

“Will I have you again?”, he asked, extremely calm for someone of his standing

“I don’t think so”, you said quickly, while placing back your dress as best as you could, he only chuckle from the bed, raising slowly, you jumped when he placed his big hands on your back, helping you tightening it 

“Thank you”, you whispered, and with one last look, you left, running down the stairs of the tower of the hand.

When you arrived at your sons’ quarters they were already awake

“Mama!”, greeted Orys, smiling at you as he ate a piece of apple his nanny had cut for him, “we are going playing with papa!”, he said proudly, and you paled, Lyonel had been here and he had not seen you. 

“My lady”, said your lady in waiting, smiling at you apologetically, “shall I draw you a bath?”

“Yes”, you said, “quickly”

Oh gods…. did they know? they seemed like they all knew, you, appearing there in the same dress as last night, all riled up, clearly not have been sleeping there….

You still felt Belor Breakspear between your legs. What have you done?

You had committed adultery, you had sex with another man who wasn’t your husband.

The bath was quickly set up, and soon you find yourself soaking your regrets in warm water, your trembling hands washed your body, especially between your legs

You did not regret it, not one bit, Baelor had awoken a crucial part of you that you believed was dead, or at least broken. You had experienced pleasure in his hand you had never felt before, he had adored you, worshiped your body. 

“Wife!”, water splashed everywhere from when your husband called you, “taking a bath, at such a strange hour?”, you looked at him weirdly, hugging your legs against your chest, “where were you this morning?”, he asked, he was wearing this sick smile on his lips.

“Here”, you lied, he chuckled

“No you were not”, he teased, he was dressed very appropriately, and you could tell he had bathed and used the essences he used to wear back when you married, back when he wanted to impress you, and woo you, and present himself as this gallant man. 

“I went to have a walk”, you said then, “sleep evaded me, due to what I had to experience last night”, you said disdainfully, he hummed.

He walked around the bathtub, slowly, circling you, like he was measuring you

“All night?”, he asked, “because I came to find you after our argument, since you had sober me up, and couldn’t find you, and then early this morning and yet my beautiful wife was not here either” 

He was playing you

“Did you wish to tell me something husband?”, you asked, he sat on the edge of the copper tub, looking down at you with this shit eating grin, like the cat who ate the canary

“Just that…. you were right…”, he said dismissively, looking directly at your face. “What happened yesterday was…. “

“Sickening”, you said, his eyes never left yours, this was some sort of battle of wills

“Inexcusable”, he continued, “you have done nothing but be a loving, caring wife… you provided me heirs…. you had organized Storm’s End, ruling with a gentle yet tight fist”, he said, “and I have been…”

“Unfaithful… disloyal… a cunt”, you listed, he laughed

“Yes”, he admitted, still with that smile on his face, “I have, while you…. had been there, in your own place, standing there, strong like an oak”, you squinted as you looked at him, you did not like this at all. “As you remained the faithful and loyal wife I do not deserve”, you flinched when his hand went to the side of your face, to arrange a lock of hair behind your ear, “or you where, until now”

“What are you doing?”, you asked him

“Where were you last night?”, he asked again

“Why do you care?”, you asked him, “go fuck another wench, servant, lady I do not care”

“Ah but you do”, he teased

“I just don’t like to be humiliated, that’s all”, you said with greeted teeth. His smile got wiped from his face

“Neither do I”, he said sharply, his hand travelled dangerously close to your neck but kept it there, his fingers ghosting your throat, “where were you last night?”, he asked again

Of course he could fuck a thousand women and you couldn’t fuck one man, that’s just how it worked you guessed. 

“I told you I was walking”, you said simply

“Mmmm to who’s chambers?”, he asked, he knew you were lying, his unsettling smile creeped back into his face. “You deny me yet you welcome other men?”, he asked gently

“I do not know what you speak of”, you said firmly, looking at him. And he knew you were not going to budge 

“Look, in light of my past indiscretions… I’m willing to look the other way”, he said simply, you nodded slowly, “just this once”

“Lyonel….”, he shushed you

“Just this once”, he said sharply, with a tone of voice you had never heard, at least, not directed at you

You barely nodded, he then again smiled, satisfied, gave you soft pats on your cheek and left you.

He didn’t even ask you who he was

He didn’t even ask you if this was the first time, you guessed, that since, like he had said, you had been always there, he knew for certain this was the first time you had…. slept with another man. 

He closed the bath room doors behind him, leaving you alone once more.

You tried to relax against the edge of the tub, and yet, something else drew your attention.

Moon tea

You needed moon tea. 

Perhaps you should talk to the maesters later.

But now, the jousting has begun.

You were in the stands near the royal box, you had your children with you.

This time of day, it was the turn of the great houses to present their champions, of course, Lyonel was the one to represent his House and the whole stormlands. Yet the knight who everyone deemed as the favorite was Otto Tyrell 

It was a beautiful day, your night spent in the arms of the prince had completely distracted your troubled mind, and you finally could see your husband without wanting to wretch, so that was something. 

You needed to calm yourself, you thought as you bounced your son over your knee making him giggle

“Nite!”, he said, pointing at a knight riding past

“Yes, knight”, you said proudly, he gave you that beautiful smile with the little teeth he was growing, making you beam at him.

A horn being blown interrupted the preparations for the joust

“Prince Baelor Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne and Hand to the King Daeron the good, has entered the lists”

And there he was, on his black steed, in his magnificent black armour, it was certainly something to gaze upon.

Memories from last night came flashing back to you…

He rode until he was in front of you, and he nodded at you, you froze in your place, not believing what you were seeing 

“Would you do me the honor, my graceful lady, to give me your favour?”, he asked.

You couldn’t believe him

Why?

Why would he do that?

You looked at your husband, who was atop his horse on the other side of the field, and he looked like he could kill someone.

No.

You gave him a crown made of mistletoe and golden daffodils 

Oh Lyonel, he spurred his horse, wanting to reach the prince, but the horn blew again and they were ready to start the jousting. 

Your stomach turned at the thought of both of them facing each other. Even from the stands you could see your husband atop his horse, furious, Oh Gods

What have you done?

What did Baelor do?

It was to your luck that they were not placed together on the lists, and since Lyonel had not been champion the day before, he did not get to choose his opponent, so he couldn’t pick Baelor. You now just had to wait, and prepare to face your husband’s wrath. 

But nothing could have prepared you for that. 

Once the jousting was done for the day, the nannies took your children with apologetic smiles and without you telling them to, you found it odd, but only because you trusted them entirely is that you let them go with them, but then, two Baratheon soldiers came to the stands.

“My Lady, Lord Lyonel asked us to escort you back to your rooms”, you did not want to go with them, but you also couldn’t make a scene in front of all the most important Lords of the Seven Kingdoms.

They escorted you back to your rooms, and made you sit on the table in the corner. You didn’t know what Lyonel could possibly have concocted from his horse and only his cousin as a squire, but now…. you feared for your integrity.

Your husband was known as the Laughing Storm, a jovial, funny man who liked his feasts and his wine, and his jousts.

To all lords he seemed like a man who could never be angry, to anyone.

And it was mostly true, you, his wife, had only seen him truly enraged a couple of times, due to a disloyal Lord who had failed his own words to provide grains to his people, or something else related to a big scale of a problem….

But this… the smile he was sporting this morning, the way he looked at you, you trembled in your spot

One hour, he held you, sitting there waiting for him. Until you heard his steps all the way down the hallway

You couldn’t believe that even in the Red Keep, of House Targaryen, he still managed to have a presence as imposing as the House of the Dragon itself.  

Both doors opened to let him in like a storm into the room, his greying curls almost covered his face due to his quick race to the room, he seemed to scan the room until he found you and when he did, those dark eyes of him seemed to become even darker

“Why didn’t you spread your legs for any other bastard out there, WHY DID IT HAD TO BE HIM?”, he roared, making you jump in your place. He slammed both doors closed, it was a miracle they still stood nailed to their hinges 

“Lyonel”, you called, you had never seen his this angry

He took long steps to reach and for the first time, you feared that he was going to strike. But he didn’t, he didn’t even touch you, he clenched his fists and started pacing around the room

“the fucking heir to the iron thorne, fucking my wife”, he started mumbling as he paced around the room.

“How many times?”, he asked, enraged

“Once”, you said simply, you actually fucked him like three times over the night but it counted as one, it was only one occasion really. 

“How could you!?”, he asked

“You told me that you didn’t care”, you said, “that you could let it slide just once”

“That was before I knew it was Baelor Fucking Targaryen!”, he said, losing it again, and you truly did not know what that made a difference. 

“You fuck every woman that stops by Storm’s End but I’m the worst person in the Seven Kingdoms?”, you asked.

He came near you again and slapped the table, hard, making you wince. 

He looked at you, truly looked at you, but you were afraid and did not want to anger him further, so you said nothing

“You know very well what I think about them”, he said simply. Yes many hated the reigning family of the Seven Kingdoms, and you had heard your husband speak nearly treason while on his cups, you never believed he was serious about it.

There was a knock on the door now, and Lyonel went to open it like he knew what it was, he came back with a ceramic jug and a small glass

“Drink”, he said

Moon tea

You wanted to, you meant to, but right now, you just looked at your husband. 

“You deny me, your husband, of your own body, and yet you spread your legs for Baelor fucking Targaryen, i bet it dind’t hurt when the perfect prince fucked you”, he said, so sharply it wounded you

“It didn’t”, you admitted, “he was gentle and kind”, he again clenched his fists and paced some more around the room

“Drink”, he demanded, standing in front of you, “I will not have you birthing bastards”

You did not want to anger him further, you grabbed the small pitcher, served yourself in the small glass, and drank it without question. You winced at the bitter taste, but he seemed pleased.

“You know what I can do to you?”

“Yes”, you said bitterly, “I know”

“You have make me a cuckhold”, he said darkly, “to none other than a fucking sister-fucking inbred cunt”, he whispered this part to you, making sure nobody else could hear it, for that was treason. 

He paced once gain, containing his fury, and then he turned to you again

“I still expect more children from you”, he informed you

“You are never going to touch me again!”, you defied

“You are my fucking wife, it is your duty and my right”, he said, as angry as you ever seen him before. “And you have no choice”, you held his gaze, he looked like a maniac

“Are you going to force me?”, you asked quietly

“No, because you are going to understand than you rather give me more children, as soon as its obvious you are not expecting a Targaryen bastard, or, I will send you to fucking Old town to become a silent sister, how’s that?”, he asked 

You just looked at the table, a single tear falling from your eye

That night Lyonel slept right next to you, he dind’t even touched you, and yet, you felt your body burnt all over. 

The very next day, the jousting continued. 

This time, Lyonel was on the field, yet Baelor was not, he had the audacity to come near you, while your husband was facing a knight

“My lady”

“Your grace”, you said courtly

“How….?”

“We shouldn’t be speaking”, you said, trying to look forwards, to the palizades, you played with your hands as you blinked quickly, trying to prevent the tears from falling

“Has he done something to you?”, he asked, whispering, “because I will…”

“You’ll do nothing”, you said, “he is my lord husband”

“If he lays a single finger….”

“He would never hurt me”, you said, “not physically, at least”, but he did not move, “if you truly wish to help me”, you said, without even looking at me, “you’ll never speak, or look in my direction again”

“I’m very sorry, for all the troubles it might cost you”, he said sfotly

The first time Lyonel Baratheon saw you… 

Well…

He can’t remember the very first time he laid eyes on you

He had memories with you by his side since he could remember them 

Your father was a liege Lord to his father, one he enjoyed the company of, so your family lived at court at Storm’s End, even your mothers were friends, you as much as shared a crib with one another.

You, even though you were supposed to be a delicate lady, grew up with Lyonel, brutish and carefree, with scraped knees and the mouth of a sailor, playing in the courtyards under the rain, training with him, raiding with him, stealing cakes from the kitchens with him, sneaking into his rooms at night, so you could sleep curled up together like two kittens, whispering about the great knight he was going to become, how you wanted to be in each one of his tourneys, cheering him on.

You were his best friend, his ally in his mischiefs, the baby sister he never had

But nobody escapes time, and as years went by, you could no longer follow him to hunt rabbits in the woods near Storm’s End, or sneak into his rooms.

You had tutors, but now you had a Septa and a Mistress Anne, who would give you personal lessons on embroidery and proper conduct. 

He remembered the anger he had the day his father had to tell him you were not going to be by his side anymore during his lessons. He was supposed to take sword training, and you embroidery, he was supposed to be learning politics, while you became his mother's companion to learn how to manage a whole household, a whole castle and everyone on it. 

He took philosophy, and you poetry.

He went hunting, and you went to elaborate tea parties with other ladies

He could not sneak into your rooms anymore, nor you to his.

But the foundations were already placed

Or at least that is what your parents believed

Lyonel was the second son, he had two brothers, one older and one younger, so his parents indulged him mostly, as he was not the heir to Storm’s End

He wanted to become a knight and they gave everything for him to accomplish that dream. 

That is why they sent him with his elder brother in support of the Targaryen princes in the first Blackfire rebellion.

He came back as a knight and as heir to Storm’s End, without a brother, but with tales of conquest and the heat of battle.

He remembered that the only thing he wanted to do when he came back to court was to see you, to tell you all about his glories, about the battles, about the first man he struck down and the ones that followed, about the maidens he had deflowered, about the one who deflowered him. About the exhilarating life that was beyond the Storm Lands. 

He left a boy and returned a man

With a boisterous laugh and as tempestuous as a storm

But he returned to find you as Storm’s End was… steady, strong, always there, always the same. 

It was not a bad thing, it was quite a good thing

You were his home

But he had tasted freedom, he had tasted glory, and the huge world that lay over the wall and it was the only thing he thought about. 

But when he came back, you were both seven and ten, and people, especially your parents, started to… expect things from him. There were not even explicit words, just gestures. He once remembered the look on your face as you looked at him, wide eyed, those eyes of yours who seem to truly see him.

But not this time

There was this tyroshi woman who had come to Storms End, her family had some dealings with his father. He had sneaked with her into the gardens where she came onto him. He was speaking about it with you, about how different the traditions were, how she was the one to kiss him, how on the other side of the narrow sea was different. 

He should have known back then, that something in your eyes just changed, shifted, perhaps died. 

And just when he planned on taking off, of going on his own adventures, only him, a group of his most trusted men, a Baratheon ship…. His parents, for the first time, stopped him, forbidding him from leaving the seat he was now the heir of.

And you…

You got married

They married you quickly, he didn’t even knew about it

One afternoon you just walked up to him, told him you were to leave for Claw Island the very next day.

He didn’t understood

Anything

He didn’t know you were betrothed, he didn’t know you wished to marry this lord, why wouldn’t you tell him? 

He just remembered the longing in your eyes when you told him that afternoon in the gardens, the pauses you’d make

“I’ll leave tomorrow at sundown, when the sea is quieter, for Claw Island…”, when he didn’t say anything you continued, “He is the heir of House Celtigar, my father said yes, since….”

“Since when?”, he asked, feeling deeply betrayed

“Since… nobody else will marry me”, you said quietly, perhaps wishing he didn’t hear

He understand less of it

Who wouldn’t wish to marry you?

You were barely eighteen, for the gods’ sake 

You looked at him, as you held his hands, you looked up at him with those eyes… and he didn’t know what to say, so he didn’t say anything. 

He didn’t do anything…. and the very next day, he saw your ship sailing away, from the battlements of Storm’s End.

It was a magnificent afternoon, the sea looked like a cup of still water, a day who had not been seen in the last hundred summers. 

The next time he saw you…

It was fifteen years later.

He didn’t even see it coming, many things had happened in the last decade. He had become the Lord of Storm’s End when his parent’s vessel tragically crashed against the rocks in a storm when they were coming back from Tarth.

He had married a docile, sweet girl from the reach

Had two children, who were growing like weeds. 

He threw a big celebration to celebrate the first year of his youngest son. And it would have been a boisterous celebration, filled with joy and happiness…. If it weren’t for the fact that his wife had passed given birth to him. 

He had made a promise to his late wife, so he laughed loudly when his son babbled something incoherent, slapping the table making the chalices rattle. 

He was of course sitting on his lap, his little guest of honor, his joy, and his pride sitting near, at his left side, his oldest boy of three years, 

“What’s that my boy?”, he asked loudly, “excited for the jousting?”lords around him laughed as his son giggled. His dark black curls bouncing on his little head. But today was barely the beginning of the celebrations. Today was the day all knights and lords arrived from all corners of the seven Kingdoms… he heard even the Targaryen princes might show up, he wished they didn’t honestly, he wanted this to be more.. informal… affair, but he couldn’t turn them down if they did show up.

“Lord Raymund Caswell from Bitterbridge", presented a soldier, and Lyonel waved the man with his hand

“Yes I know who he is, help him settle, make him join the feast”, he said, already bored, he wanted to start the dancing already.

“Lady (y/n) of House Connington”

No, it couldn’t be, his eyes got glued to those double doors, he grabbed his son as stood up from the table, and through them… appeared you… a vision.

You looked nothing like the last time he saw you.

You left a girl, and you stood a grown woman in front of him

Hair braided perfectly, dressed in a rich dress in the colours of the sea with golden design, decorated with pearls. a squared cut that revealed just enough, even more three strings of pearls decorating your neck with golden sea creatures dangling from it. You were looking exquisite

You looked like the wife of a rich pirate, and he guessed, that is what you were, you had married a Celtigar.

“My Lord”, he didn’t even noticed you had arrived and you were looking at him with a soft smile on your face

“My lady”, he barely said, hypnotized by your grown beauty, “Long time no see”, he managed to say, finally smiling at you

He couldn’t believe it was you

His soulmate, his best friend from all those years ago, the one he grew up with. 

“I hope your invitation extended tot he Narrow sea”, you said with a wide, beautiful smile

“It does”, he said.

Right now, everything around him seems to disappear, and there was only you and him, and his sons in this new world, the only people that mattered to him.

“I came for…”

‘Me’ he said to himself

“...This sweet boy” you continued, your gaze travelling to his son he held in his arms. Even though the table separated you, you walked towards him with all naturality, like all these years didn't go by, like you were still that girl that sneaked into his room. “I brought him a gift”, you informed him, “if it’s not too forwards”, you said looking at him

“Of course it's not”, he said

He was spellbound by you, looking at you like you were an apparition, while you took a wooden sea horse and showed it to his son who giggled, pleased at the offering..

“Sit by my side”, he demanded, slowly gathering his bearings

“I’m sure your lady wife…”

“She is…. gone”, he said quickly.

The world around them seemed to spin on, as the hall kept filling with more and more people, the music started playing, and now that you were by his side, everything seemed alright again.

“It’s been fifteen years”, he said as you sat by his side, you had started playing with his son. 

“I know, time flies”, you said with a wide smile

“What… how… have you been?”, you finally seemed to look at him

“Can’t I return home?”, you asked him

“Of course you can”, he said, “is your husband with you?”, he asked

“My husband passed from Dysentery a year ago”, you said lightly

“What??”, he asked

“It seems like we both were misfortuned”, you said sadly, your eyes again on Steffon. “Well, you did manage to have children”, you said sadly, and it took his breath away, you then looked over to his other son, who was entertained by his nanny, “and who's this handsome fella?”, you asked 

“That’s Ormund”, he said with a soft smile

“Hello Ormund”, the boy smiled at you and then kept his attention elsewhere

“He is a man of few words, my son”, he said lightly, he filled your cup of wine, he made sure you had everything you wished to eat at your disposal, he 

“I can't believe you are here”, he said with a soft smile

“Me neither”, you admitted, “now that I find myself alone, after all those years”

“Was it a happy marriage?”, he asked

“It was”, you admitted, “we were both terribly young but he meant well, he took me with him on his journeys”

“He did?”, he asked, interested

“He did, we went all over the Free Cities, even to Braavos, once we even went all the way to Lannistport”, you told him with a wide smile, “we stopped by every port in Dorne… Ashford…”

“So you did all the things I wanted to do””, he chuckled, pleased, this way, he somehow could live this things through you

“Yes is… strange now that you think about it”, you admitted. Lyonel looked at you again and found a woman who had lived a hundred lives and somehow had settled so elegantly into one it took his breath away. He felt like he was dreaming. “Yes after spending all those years in Storm’s End, I truly felt like I was going to spend all my life here”

“No you didn’t”, he laughed dismissively, taking a sip of his cup of wine.

As you talked about your adventures, the nannies had taken the children, the feast had settled and people were becoming loud with wine, but he did not care to participate in any other conversation, nor look at any other who wasn’t you. 

“I did, but when nobody here wanted to marry me, my father…”

“Who wouldn’t have married you?”, he chuckled, interrupting you

“You”, you said firmly, he stopped all movements and looked at you wide-eyed

“What?”, he asked

“You wouldn’t have married me”, you said, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone. “I was practically raised for you, and you wouldn’t marry me”, you said lightly

“I would never….”, he interrupted himself because he didn’t know what to say

Because it would never cross his mind. Back then.

Only when he started missing you he wished he had married you, in time, when he himself got betrothed, with a woman he didn’t know. When he put off the engagement for years to come. But back at the moment when you told them they were sending you away… it would have never crossed his mind.

His mind was elsewhere

“And you…?”, he asked, suddenly brought to the past, “would you have married me?”, he asked, fearful of the answer, you looked at him with big shiny eyes

“When you left for the war, I… I was here waiting for you”, you whispered sadly, “my parents believed you were going to come back from the war as a man and then they were going to betrothe us”, you said, “and I couldn’t be happier”

Lyonel swore right then he could feel something crack inside of his chest

“I prayed for your safe return every day… at the Sept… for you to come back to me”

“But you don’t pray”, he whispered, you only smiled

“I did then”, you said, and he knew, you were being truthful, “but when you did return… you came talking about battles and other women… and as the heir…”

“But…”, he felt as if a bucket filled with ice was thrown over his head.

“You had become the heir and my family was not as important… not as powerful to mean a truly great match and a strong alliance, so when your own parents saw you did not want to get married to me… they just didn’t force you”, you said simply

“Nobody ever asked me”, he defended childishly

“We all wanted you to choose”, you said sadly, “to choose… me”, he whimpered, graving onto the arms of his chair way too tightly, until his muscles physically pained him. “the day I went to you, to tell you I was getting married I was hoping you’d say something”, you confessed, "I was hoping you’d step up and prevent me from leaving, but you didn’t do anything”, the odd thing is that you look like a woman who had… moved passed this, you were telling this life-shakening news like a light story that someone else told you.

“I never thought that I was something you would have chosen for yourself”, he said finally

“I loved you Lyonel”, you admitted, “I wanted to spend every day of my life by your side, I was practically made for you”, you said, again, with that light tone that confused him into thinking this was not the life altering conversation it truly was. 

You were made for me

Is the only thing resounding on Lyonel’s mind

“Now tell me about you!”, you insisted, “even in Claw Island we heard stories about the Laughing Storm”, you teased.

“I married Betha five years ago, she passed away exactly one year ago given birth to this little one”, he whispered, “I have been… jousting and fighting when I can”, he said, in all honestly, his life had been a wheel that spinned and spinned with no way of stopping after his parents passed away.

He had decided to throw this massive celebration to celebrate his son, to drink and to dance, instead he spent all night talking to you, and he believes he wouldn’t do anything else in this entire world.

He wanted to spend the night with you, to held you in his arms and fuck you like he should have all those years ago. But he couldn’t, you were his friend and a Lady and he hadn't seen you in fifteen years. 

So he put you in the best room and placed a soldier on your door.

A soldier that came to fetch him in the early morning

“The Lady Connington is leaving, My Lord”

“What?” He jumped from the bed.

He found you on the stone passage that went from the castle, to the port, a beautiful sunrise

“You can’t leave!”, he said, “a storm is coming in”, he said quickly, you only smile

“That doesn’t stop my crew”, you said, but this time, your smile was sad, “I’m going back to Claw island”

“Your husband died, you have no children”, he said, “why go back there?”

“Still, they love me, they want me to stay at court with them, help the new green marriage care for the castle, for the people”

“Fuck the claw island people”, he said quickly. 

“I shouldn’t have come back”, you said slowly

“Why? this is your home”

“I thought I move past this, past you, but I didn’t”, you explained

He was not going to let you leave him again.

This time, he knew

He grabbed you, gently, yet firm, because this time, he meant it

“Good, because you are not going anywhere”, he said with a big smile, you turned to look at him, wide eyed,

“What?”

“You are not going, I’m not losing you again” 

“Lyonel”

“Marry me”, he said, “I was a bitchy green boy then, but I am a man now, and I want to marry you, like I never wanted anything in my life”

“I…”

“Say yes”, he said

“Yes”, you said with a wide smile, he smiled back, and kissed you, he grabbed onto you like he was afraid you were going to disappear. 

You woke up in a duality of soreness and pleasure, as you felt a hot wet mouth drop kisses on your shoulder 

“Mmmm”, you whined, Lyonel chuckled against your skin

“Wakey wakey my lovely wife”, he teased, dropping one kiss on your neck, it felt good, it did, his warm hand looked for your naked body under the covers, his hand actually covered your breast. HIs mouth kissed a special spot on your neck that made you feel so good you actually drew a moan.

He stopped all movements, you actually felt him smile against your skin

“Oh?”, he teased, kissing you in the same spot, making you draw the same sound again, making him chuckle, “found one”, he whispered, and then he actually attached his lips at the spot and sucked, making you see actual stars as you drew an even louder moan.

You had sometimes ventured under your skirts but it had never felt like this, his warm, careful hands mapping your body, his mouth in that spot that actually made you feel so good… 

“My lord”, you whispered

“I don’t know who you are referring to”, he teased, his hand pinching one of your nipples gently, making you squirm.

“Are you ready for me, my love?”, he whispered. You didn’t even understand what he was asking you, but you felt him.

Between your folds, his manhood. your back was to him, you were laying on your side as was his. The pressure was great, but not as uncomfortable like the night before, just a little press and he slid in

You moaned softly, the pain residing quickly, as his hands and mouth kept working

He shuddered against your ear as he clung onto you. 

He retrieved himself only to push inside again, and then again, thrusting into you slowly and deep, so so deep. This position made you feel like he was up in our belly.

“my perfect little dragon wife”, he grunted in your ear, “are you alright, love? Does it feel good?”, it felt so good you didn't even think you could string a sentence together. He pinched your nipple again, making you squirm, making him moan, it felt tighter somehow. “answer me”

“Y-yes”, you moaned, “it feels good”, it was suddenly overwhelming, his hands everything… his cock deep inside you, his mouth in your neck. You whined as you grabbed onto his arms for dear life, as you felt like a tidewave washing over you, making you snap in pleasure. 

“So good you just cummed on my cock, my beautiful wife”, he was so pleased with himself, he started fucking you a bit rougher, “you are so tight”, it was overwhelming, the dirty talk, you had never heard such lewd words coming from someone’s mouth, not in civil conversations. With a grunt in your ear, and him hugging you tightly against him, there came the hot, messy sensation. “fuck, got me spilling myself like a green boy”, he chuckled, and you didn’t know if that was good or bad.

He retrieved himself, making you feel uncomfortable again. 

He accommodated himself on his back, and then he pulled you towards him.

He was so big and strong he could just grab you, and put you in the position he wished

He went straight for a kiss, accommodating you on his side

“Did that feel good?”, he asked, you just nodded, words escaping you, “I need you to be honest with me”, he said gently, caressing your naked back, “I want to make you feel good…”

“It did felt good”, you said honestly, you cuddled into his naked chest, you weren’t sure when he took off his shirt though

“Good, because we are going to be doing a lot of that”, he whispered as he kissed the top of your hair. 

it was an intense morning

You didn’t miss the complacent smiles the maids gave each other when they brought you something to break fast and helped dress you. 

Lyonel wanted to go back to Storm’s End as soon as possible 

You did not

But he was your husband, and didn’t ask you, so you guessed he wanted to get back home after the tourney, and your own wedding.

That didn’t stop you from going to see your father, who had locked himself in his study.

“My lord husband wished to depart to Storm’s End as soon as possible”, you started the conversation, he eyed you, like reading your own intentions

“Well, he has been away from his seat quite a while”, he said

“I was wondering, if I could stay a bit longer”, you began

“Why?”, he asked, frowning, directing all his attention onto you, leaving his quill and parchment aside, “has something happened?”, he seemed more severe now

“No…”, you said, shaking your head slowly, “it’s just… I want to stay home”

“Did he do something to you?”, he asked

“No!”, you said quickly, “it’s just, I do not wish to leave you papa”, you confessed. Now he seemed angry.

“I’m not a child for you to be caring for me”, he said severely.

“I know”, you said firmly, “but with Aerion gone, and Aegon… who went with the Hedge Knight… and what happened at the trial…”

He was still tormented by the death of his brother at his own hands, and you guessed he was going to be as such the rest of his life

“None of that”, he said severely, “You are a Baratheon now, and you shall go wherever your husband pleases". He said, not really knowing what to say to you. When he saw the way your eyes wetted. He stood up from his chair and came to you. And hugged you tightly against him.

“I will be alright”, he said, kissing the top of your head, “and you will be too”, he said. 

He released you, even attempted to smile at you, though it was a bit deformed, succeeding in his attempt to cheer you up

“Your mother hated me at first”, he said, making you giggle, “she did”

“I don’t believe that”

“I swear, her brother had to literally grab her and pull her out of her rooms the day she was sent to King’s Landing”, he continued, “she told me afterwards of course”, you smiled at him, “he sported a claw mark on his cheek, to this day I believe”

You took a long breath

“You will be fine”, he said, "Baratheon knows the consequences if you are not”, he said severely, you nodded, smiling widely, “now… lets get you on your way”, he said, weirdly gently

You got dressed in your riding attire, this one was a dark red, with intricate designs on the laps on your chest and sleeves with golden thread.

You exited Summerhall for the last time -for the time being-, ready to depart, to find an entire party outside, everything getting ready, the Baratheon committee was ready to go, another three carriages added for your comfort, your trunks and possessions. 

You talked to the master of the stable, who was riding the horses. 

“I was wondering if I could take a horse from the stables…”, but Lyonel interrupted you, opening the door of a carriage for you

It looked new, the paint shiny and fresh. 

“I would feel so much better if my darling wife would take the carriage”, he said, to someone from the outside, it would have seemed dashing, but to you… it’s like they were cutting your wings 

It happened quicker than you thought, it may look like a carriage, but it certainly felt like a cage…

Your father was by your side, placing his hand on your shoulder

“great idea”, he said firmly. You nodded, taking out your gloves, since you were not going to need them to protect your hands from grabbing the reins.

Once both husband and father walked away talking about other details, the master of stables came to you.

“The mare with the white coat, my princess”, he said in a whisper, you knew him since you had a memory to remember faces. “It’s from your father’s stable”, you have used her, whenever Ashflake would be quickened with a foal. “To have a trusted mount on Storm’s End”, he said with a soft smile

“You are too kind, Manfred, thank you”, he smiled, contented, and left you. 

You turned to meet the rest of your family, Daeron couldn’t pull himself out of bed this morning, Egg had left for the country, or escaped, according to your father… Aerion had been sent to Lys… 

Only your sisters remained there, with teary eyes 

You hugged them tightly, with promises of seeing them again you didn’t know if you could keep, then, there was Valarr

“I wish you good fortune cousin, in the wars to come”, Valarr said solemnly, you barely nodded at him, and you got inside the carriage refusing the help of those that were near. You tried not to cry, but when you found yourself alone, you couldn’t help it.

You hugged yourself as the carriage started moving, pulling you away from your home, your family, everything you knew. 

The journey was uncomfortable and long, you guessed Lyonel was eager to go home since you barely stopped to eat. You were watching the landscape slowly change, sometimes, he would even ride by the carriage side… he would look at you, like checking if you were still there, and then ride ahead again.

By the time the sun was setting, and the carriage stopped, the camp was already set

It wasn’t odd, to send a cart ahead to prepare the camp for the Lord 

They even raised the huge pavilion from Ashford. 

“My lady”, he was there to help you out of the carriage, so you took his hand and let him lead you to the inside of the tent. 

There was only one table set for the both of you

“We’ll have supper early, so my people can use the tent to rest”, he said with a soft smile, and you nodded

Once the dinner was served, he asked the servants to abandon the tent, leaving you both completely alone. You were so nervous. For the first time, you were truly alone with him, not contemplating the first night you spent together in your rooms, now he sat there, looking at you. 

“Is the dinner to your liking?”, he asked, you immediately nodded, it was the hunt of the day served with vegetables, it was really good

“Yes, of course my lord”, you answered quickly, “is it to yours?”

“I rather feast on something else…”, he roughly set his utensils down on the table with a grin, he licked his own lips while his eyes were set on you

He made the chair scrap against the floor as he push himself back and off the table 

“On w-what?”, you asked shakily, not really knowing what he meant, but he didn’t answer, he kept his crazy eyes on you, and then, under your surprised gaze, he dropped to the floor on his knees. 

He crawled towards you, slowly, taking his time, and you truly felt like you were the stag and he was the dragon, as he gazed upon you like that. 

You didn’t know what to do but to fall back on your chair, waiting as he came upon you. 

“I plan to feast on my dashing new bride”, he said teasingly. Kneeling on the floor right beside you. Again, he was the second tallest man you had ever seen, and strong as well, he grabbed your heavy wooden chair with you on it and pulled it until you were completely in front of him and not under the protection of the table. 

“W-what….?”, you cleared your voice as he reached you placing both his hands on each of the arms of the chair, caging you in, “what do you mean my lord?”, you managed to finally ask

Having his this close was breathtaking, you literally couldn’t breathe properly as he gaze you up with those eyes of his that didn’t seem to miss a thing

“Lyonel”, he tried again for you to call him by his name, his hands travelled down the skirt of your dress and you felt your legs tremble underneath the thick fabric. You were paralyzed, you didn’t know what to do… he seemed to have something else in mind although you didn’t know what.

When he started raising your skirts you tried to stop him, fighting him for the fabric, and yet, unlike the time of the wedding, he didn’t release you. You cursed yourself for having change from your gear to this uncomfortable dress. 

“Let me”, he said, but this time, he was pleading gently, “I will not harm you, I promise”, you whimpered, not yet convinced, “I swear, this will not hurt…”

You did not feel comfortable, and yet, you felt like you couldn’t deny him, you were his now, his lady wife… your body… was his to enjoy. 

You had been lucky so far that he didn’t force you… and yet… this time… he seemed determined.

“My Lord…”, you called again, when your skirts were around your waist and he leaned in under the rest of the fabric… right between your legs… Only then he stopped looking at you, because he focused on something else. 

He removed your under garments, those silky pants you used underneath your dress. You tried to close your legs but he had already placed himself in between them.

“Lyonel!”, you called then, when you felt his hands on your bare thighs. Only then he appeared from underneath your skirts to look at you his tongue peeking out between his sharp teeth

“You’re gonna have to trust me wife”, he said with certainty, his warm hands squeezed your feverish thighs. “If you truly don’t find enjoyment in it, you can say so, but I will make you try it first”

You still didn’t know what he wanted to try on you, and you truly didn’t trust him yet to truly give him permission, but he didn’t wait for it, he dived back again in between your thighs.

You gasped when you felt his breath right there… right in your intimacy… you tried to close your legs but he didn’t let you, he had sneaked his way right in between them

“My lord….”, you didn't even know what you wanted, but you didn’t even have time to phrase it…

it happened so quickly… he had both your thighs under his hands and he parted them and then… you felt him.

His tongue, big and wet lapped at your folds making a drowned gasp part from your lips at the impression of the action itself

But you didn’t have time to recover and he dove right in again, this time you felt his lips around a place that made your body tremble and a moan leave your mouth

“Oh gods”, you had never felt anything like it, a pleasure like no other building tightly inside your belly. But he kept going, slurping, sucking, licking, you didn’t even know, from a second to the next your body was on fire. A knot tightening in your belly. This time Lyonel allowed you to close your legs but only around his head, but that didn't stop him

You didn’t know what was happening, only that the knot snapped a wild pleasure bathed you from head to toe. Making you scream and moan because of the impression. 

Lyonel laughed against your cunt, making you wince because of the over-stimulation. 

He licked you one last time before he released you, his mocking smile appearing from under your skirts. His beard under his mouth was drenched, in you, in your release.

“What was that?”, you asked him, still shaken up

He licked his lips lewdly while he made eye contact with you, and then released you gently. 

“That was you cumming on my mouth for the first time”, he answered, “Best feast I ever had”, he teased, and you didn't know what to do. What to say. He stood up until he towered over you, looking down at you he offered you his hand for you to take it. 

You were barely regaining your breath and your bearings but you took his hand. it cost you to stand on your feet, your legs still weak, but he only chuckled, pleased with himself and took you by your waist to lead you to your tent.

“I didn’t know I was going to be married when I left Storm’s End”, he said gruffly as you walked from the big tent you ate in, to the one you were going to sleep in. “So I didn’t pack a tent for a princess”, you only smiled

“It’s alright, My Lord”, he stopped and grabbed your face to kiss you, taking you by surprise. He swallowed you gasp in his eager mouth, leaving you breathless. 

“Lyonel”, he said, when he barely separated himself from you, "I can't take it anymore, if it is not ‘my love’, ‘my stag’ or ‘my dear’ you’ll call me by my name or call me a cunt if you wish, but if you call me ‘my lord’ one more time I’ll kiss you until you forget all manners”, he said more sharply than before. And you nodded, your ears ringing. He moved the thick fabric so you could enter. It was simple really, two chairs and a small table on one side, one big bed with furs on the other a lamp made with antlers hanging from the center of the tent.

You wondered briefly if he bedded someone in that bed at the tourney, maybe a lady, or a servant or a whore, or one of each, or many.

But you got distracted when you saw the mythical antler clown on top of the table. You walked towards it, smiling without even realizing it. You wouldn’t admit it, yet, but he looked incredible with it. 

There was a piece of parchment next to it, with a message

“For when you are mounting your doe”

Charming, you thought. 

You couldn’t see your own face but you certainly could feel how heated your cheeks had become 

“You like it?”, he teased in your ear, you jumped because you didn’t even realize he was right there behind you

“I-I do”, you answered shakily, releasing the heavy crown, leaving it back in the table

“Why do you do that?”, he asked, his hot breath on the side of your face. 

“Do what?”, you asked back

“Cower”, he answered simply, “Are you afraid of me?”, he asked. If your father was in the room, you’d look at him for guidance, and that made you realize what he meant

“I-I don’t know”, you said back. “Should I be?”

“Never”, he said with certainty, “never of me”, you turned back to look at him

“But…”, he shushed you. 

“I will never harm you or treat you badly”, he promised, “I will never judge you from speaking your mind or forbid you to do something you enjoy”

“But Lyonel…”

“I will never touch you with anything that isn't devotion or care”, not love though, not yet. He kissed you then, his hands on your hair to keep you steady.

“You want me to use the crown while I ravish you, don’t you?”, he grunted against your mouth. You were so embarrassed you didn’t even know what to say. “My dirty little wife”, he mocked

“I-I’m not sure”, you whispered

“So polite”, he teased, he released you from the upper part of your outfit quite easily. “Do you like it when I speak lewdly to you?”, he asked.

You didn’t truly know what to answer to that really, but his warm hands on you made your mind begin to swim.

“No words? let’s put it to the test”, as he was used to it already, he grabbed you by your skirts again and hunched them up, uncovering your lower region. 

He slid one of his fingers between your folds making you gasp

“Ups”, he teased, “seems like you do like it”, he chuckled

“No”, you defended, cheeks heated with embarrassment

“Here”, without even being told so, he helped you out of that dress, and you just let him, you found yourself wanting to have sex as much as he did.

It was quite pleasurable, if you were being honest, and besides, you were doing your wifely duties, right?

Yes wifely duties…

Having children…

He laid you down over the furs on the bed, they felt incredible against your naked body, he was on top of you in a second, after he undressed in front of you.

“My beautiful wife”, he called, pleased with the look on your face.

“Lyonel…”, you called, deciding to say something before your mind was clouded by pleasure

“Yes, my deer?”, deer or dear you weren’t quite sure

“Do you mind if we… wait a bit before we have children?”, you asked, he looked at you with those big eyes of him, and then laughed

“Why wait?”, he asked leaning over you, he kissed you, barely a peck on the lips, “I wish to see your belly grow with my heirs”

His mouth as his hands were in the right place at the wrong time, meaning, they made you forget all about it, dissipated all fears under your question

Of course he didn’t want to wait… who would? He was older than you, he wanted to have heirs, he made sure to pull you out of your thoughts with his mouth on your neck, on your chest

“Oh!”, you moaned when he trapped one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking it gently while he cupped the other with his warm hands

“Can you do something for me?”, he asked, breath ragged

“Yes”, you'd do anything at this point

“I’m going to get my antlers… I need you on your knees and hands”, he said with this wide smile, with a last kiss he left you there, panting. And he went to do as he said. He had a nice ass, all round and firm because all of his horse riding - you supposed-, his back was rippled with muscles and you could clearly see them with each movement of his.

He was very handsome

He came back with the biggest grin, looking at you like you were a feast he intended to indulge in, with the antlers on his hands. But your eyes traveled north, to his manhood.

it's the first time you saw it, now that you think about it, it was… hard, you had never seen one before, it was thick, and long, it had this bulbous head, shined under the candlelight, it was all red, like it was angry, then his stones, where covered in thick black curly hair, they were round and heavy-looking. You wondered if it hurt him, when it was hard.

It was odd to think that fitted inside you, that you had found pleasure in it. 

“Come on darling”, you only then realized you haven’t move, “look, this things are heavy, I don’t want to hurt you while I’m wearing them…”, you moved slowly, with uncertainty, under his wicked smile that made you shiver 

You turned on the bed, and then you bent your legs, placing your knees on the mattress, doing as he indicated. You felt a bit embarrassed, and definitely exposed in front of him, you even began to feel cold.

Until he placed his big hands on your ass 

You moaned softly, at the warmth of his touch

You looked at him over your shoulder, he looked down at you with agrin and the antlered helm. The sight alone made you shudder. 

“This will feel… more intense”, he teased with a satisfied grin. “Now… before you get cold…”, you whimpered when you felt him entering you. Your body jolted forwards, but his hands were quick to grab your hips and keep you there

“Lyonel”, you whined.

He was right, it did feel more intense, he eased into you, inch by inch. You grabbed onto the sheets underneath with strength, you still felt the need to escape him, but he wouldn’t let you, he kept pushing in, deeper and deeper, he was right, it felt so. so intense

“Fuck, my wife…” even he seemed to be in another plain entirely, “so tight, so perfect for me, all mine”

You didn’t know if it was his words or the fact that he finally bottomed out inside of you, you melted onto the furs due to pure bliss

“You like that?”, he asked, “answer me”, he teased

“I do”, you whined.

“In all fours for me, my perfect little wife”, he teased, “who would have known that this perfect Targaryen princess would become such a whore”, you clenched on his cock, you both felted

“I’m not a whore”. you whined against the bed, he laughed

“That’s right”, he said, “you are only MINE”, he retrieved himself and then he thrust into you, making you draw the loudest moan, a sound so deep from your belly it surprised even yourself. It felt so good, yet so tight

He repeated the motion, slowly, sensually, making sure you could feel every vein and ridge of him.

You whined, wanting something but at the same time not truly knowing

“What is it my wife?”

MY wife, you liked that, how possessive he was with you

“More”, more, you wanted more from him. He laughed

“Greedy little thing you are, uh?”, he asked, but he was a pleaser, he started fucking you harder, that familiar knott was tightening in your belly, his thighs started to make sounds as he clashed with your ass. He laughed, loud, you bet others could hear, yet you found yourself moaning as well.

It felt so good, you never thought it could feel like this 

He used his hands, to grab onto you tighter, to draw you to him, to make it rougher, quicker, harder.

You were going to… reach your climax… and he could feel it, you knew he could.

“Does it feel good, my doe?”, he said between laughs

“Yeah”, you managed to say

“Yeah? Does your stag mounting make you feel good?”, he asked with yet another laugh

“Yes”, you admitted, the pleasure overwhelming you.

“I’m going to breed you”, he kept going, “but I want to look at your face as I do”, you were so close, but before you could cum, he released you

You screeched when he retrieved himself from deep inside you, the feeling so uncomfortable, you only then realized your knees were so weak you fell on your side to the bed

“Look at you, and I’m not even done with you”, he said with pride, he grabbed you, handled you as he liked, he made you fall on your back and spread your legs. Like you weighed nothing he pulled you towards him. He was kneeling on the bed, looking down at you with his antlers, and this big smile on his face.

One hand on your hip, the other on his cock and he entered you again.

This time it wasn’t that slow, he pushed right in as he grunted, the muscles on his belly tightened by the exercise

One he was fully sitting inside and had you moaning like the whore he called you to be, he started fucking into you again.

But he wouldn’t held you, he was over you while you laid on the bed, legs spread for him and he fucked you. Your breasts bouncing uncomfortably, and he enjoyed the view, smiling wide with the antlered crown atop his head

The sight alone made you clench on him, he grunted with a toothy smile and drew a laugh

“You look so fucking good”, he said, “my perfect wife”

“Lyonel”, you didn’t know what to do with your hands, you just grbbed onto the furs even tighter, as you bounced on the mattress

“Come here”, he said, he was lodged deep inside you when he stopped, he placed his hand on your thigh, “put your feet on the mattress my love”, and you did, and repeated the notion with the other. Then he grabbed you, held you against his chest. Now you were face to face, and he kissed you softly, hugging you tightly against him as you began fucking up to you. You surrounded his broad shoulders with your arms 

It didn’t take long for your peak to reach you, like in soft waves, you clenched again, making it so tight for him he quickly followed

He looked into your eyes with a satisfied grin. 

He filled you up again.

And again later that night

And again that morning.

You slept all the way back to Storm’s End.

You heard excited chats and murmurs out of the carriage, so you opened the window

And there it was

The panoramics had changed from green meadows and forests to stoney cliffs and clouded skies, and out there, like a lighthouse before the sea, was Storm’s End unmistakable tower.

It might be the biggest castle you had ever seen, standing taller and broader than the Red Keep, truly a bastion that had stood against the wrath of Kings, Dragons and Gods alike.

“Let’s hurry, there’s a storm coming in!”, you heard someone scream, and you smiled.

You couldn’t stop watching even though a soft rain started to fall over your heads.

Soon you passed a stone archway, entrance to a massive protective wall and then, you were inside the courtyard

As soon as the carriage stopped, Lyonel opened the door of the carriage with a big smile

“Welcome home, my wife”, he said, he offered you his hand and as soon as you took it he pulled you out of the carriage. He grabbed you by the waist and led up up the stoney steps to the main entrance of the huge tower

The whole thing seemed to be carved out of stone, just like Dragonstone. 

The main entrance led to a huge hall, and then to the Storm Throne

“Well, there isn’t much to do in here”, he said with an apologetic smile, unaware of your astonishment, “a lot of time inside…”, he then turned to you, with a much more wicked smile, “that’s is why Baratheon’s are known for having many children”, he teased, you cleared your throat that suddenly felt dry as you looked away from him again, not wanting to miss a thing

“It’s incredible”. you managed to whisper, you looked up at the vaulted ceiling, tall, and the spiraled stairs at the side that led to the rest of the castle and surely the rooms

It was dark, and gloomy, you were not going to argue with that, but it was new, so, so far, it was incredible.

Soon it dawned on you, you were going to run this place, this whole holdfast, you were the Lady of Storm’s End, you had helped your father with things on Summerhall, but not in this scale, but the prospect was exciting. 

Soon, Lords, guards and servants began to appear in the great hall, for sure to welcome their Lord… and their lady

“This is my lady wife, princess (y/n) of house Targaryen”. Lyonel presented, proudly. He encountered the first familiar face he could find and presented you to her, it was a young woman, no older than seven and ten

“This is Lady Maris of House Wylde”, the young girl courtesied to you in a perfect fashion, “she is to attend you, and be your lady in waiting”

“It is very nice to meet you”, you said

“The pleasure is mine… your grace!”, Lyonel laughed at that

“She is a lady now”, he corrected. 

“I’m very sorry”, you smiled at her

“You don’t need to be”, she seemed sweet, but Lyonel did not linger on her as he moved you to present to you to other lords who resided in Storm’s End for the season 

The introductions were over,  thankfully, and he personally led you up the long stairs and towards the tallest floor. 

“This is the most important floor anyways”, Lyonel said when you asked him about the others. “This is where the rooms of the Lord and Lady of Storm’s End are”, he said with a cheeky smile. 

“This will be yours”, he opened this set of double doors, the first thing you noticed was the incredible view, the second, the mess.

“I will not go!”, someone screeched, you jumped in your place, but Lyonel was quick to surround your waist with his arm. And from some other doors at the other side of the room, appeared a woman with clothes in her hands. She was older, maybe fifty name days on her, she had incredible hair yet grayish by the years, she had a set of sharp blue eyes, she only stopped when she found the both of you standing on the doorway, “These are MY ROOMS!”, she continued to press on, “I am the lady of Storm’s End!”, she said firmly, you looked at Lyonel, your stomach sinking.

Lyonel's mom

listen up I plan to make her a complete toxic boy mom kinda thing, and will make reader's life miserable

Tantrums when she needs to vacate the Lady of Storm's End's rooms, tampering wiht the locks on the windows so they open and break in the midlle of the night

her adding and commenting on everything reader does bad or something...

AND WHEN SHE GETS PREGNANT AND HAD THE BABY!?!?

UFFFF just good ol' mother in law commenting on everything and just makes everything diffficult

just pure toxicallity

And the thing is, as Lyonel said, he was not her favorite, maybe Lyonel had a brother that died or sm... so its a different dynamic

what do you say?