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Hiii one more request from me π€ͺ But I know you like Daemon, too and I am thinking...
What if Ormund's wife has a history with Daemon? Maybe she grew up in King's Landing because her father was in Viserys' Small Council. The history between her and Daemon doesn't have to be scandalous (I doubt Ormund would want a spoiled wife lol) but they could be close, into each other, maybe even betrtohed once or something. Either way that scene where Daemon arrives and Ormund must bend the knee... If his wife is there with him, it could get interesting π Especially that Ormund is in the situation where he can't do much and has to restrain his anger/jealousy. But later he will confront his wife about it of course to remind her who does she belong to. I can imagine him genuinely thinking he is a better option because he is not a filthy Targaryen lmaooo
Oh of course I can. I think from our chats you know how much I love both of these characters, even if Daemon has been an arse and is pissing me off.
So this is my first time writing for Ormund so I hope I got him in character! Anywho, I hope you like the fic π
You thought you were safely hidden behind Tessarion. The dragon didnβt pay you much attention apart from a cursory glance when you first came near. It was the only time that Ormund would ever allow you to be near such a beast. You had thought that he hadnβt seen you. That you-
βAnd one more thing,β Daemonβs voice cut through the air like a knife, βmy Lady, it has been far too long since weβve met. Come. Let me see you.β
The silence that followed was thick and heavy. You could see the slight tension in Ormundβs shoulders. To someone who didnβt know him it was barely noticeable. But you knew him better than most. You took a deep breath and stepped out from the limited protection that Tessarion had brought you. You walked towards your husband, standing next to him with your head held up.
βIt has,β you said eventually, once you realised that an answer was expected of you, βmy Kind regent.β
The smile on Daemonβs face became slightly strained at your jibe. Before you had married Ormund, you and Daemon had been close. Nothing inappropriate but with your father on Viserysβ Council it provided you with ample opportunities to grow closer to The Rogue Prince.
Of course you were deemed too lowly to marry a prince. While your family had land and wealth it was not enough to make a strategic alliance with him. Still, that didnβt stop the both of you becoming friends. There had been many a time where you had enjoyed a ride on Caraxes. You werenβt quite so naive to know that it was anything but a way to further piss off his family.
βAnd here you are,β Daemon said, snapping you out of your thoughts, βLady Hightower. Married life suiting you well? Are you satisfied?β
You resisted the urge to glance at Ormund. You already had a good idea of his expression. The perfect mask of stony neutrality but you could feel the rage pouring out of him.
βYes,β you said coolly, hoping in vain that would quell some of the fire in Ormund, βperfectly satisfied as you put it.β
βHmm, that is surprising.β
βIs it?β
βI had my doubts that residing in Oldtown brings much excitement to a woman such as yourself. If you ever fancy another ride, on my dragon,β Daemon added quickly, βI will be all too happy to oblige.β
You quickly grabbed Ormundβs hand, linking your fingers together. It was the most amount of public affection that heβd ever allow, especially on a battlefield such as this.
βI assure you,β you replied coldly, βI get enough excitement where I am. I have no need for any extra rides as you so delicately put it.β
βWell if you ever do,β Daemonβs smirk widened as he looked at Ormund, βyou know where to find me.β
You watched as Daemon and his cohorts flew off, leaving a cloud of dust behind them (something Ormund hates). Part of you missed flying. To soar high above everyone else. To leave all your worries behind even if it was just for a moment.
But no.
Ormund would never allow anything as filthy as that. Once Daemon was far up in the air, Ormund immediately let go of your hand. He turned sharply on his heel and marched away. You took a deep breath and reluctantly followed him. As you passed Daeron you put a hand on his shoulder and gave what you hoped was a reassuring squeeze to ease his nerves. He gave you a nervous look, showing you that you had done nothing to do so.
Oh well.
Best get the evening over with.
*
βDid you fuck him.β
You paused midway through taking out your earrings. You locked gazes with Ormund in the mirror as he slowly approached you. You set your earrings down and took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the oncoming argument.
βI asked you a question,β he said, when you didnβt immediately respond, βDid you fuck that cunt.β
βDaemon?β
βI would appreciate it if you didnβt speak his,β Ormund spat the word, βname in my home.β
Strong hands landed on your shoulders. You winced as Ormund gripped your shoulders tightly as he leant down. He brushed his lips against your cheek as he hissed,
βTell me that you didnβt give yourself to that cunt before you gave yourself to me.β
He rested his chin on your shoulder and you swallowed thickly, unable to take your gaze away from his. When his grip suddenly tightened and you winced in pain. Surprisingly, he loosened his grip but did not let go.
βI shouldnβt have brought you along,β he said, a rare moment of self correction, βa battlefield is no place for someone as delicate as you. But I needed to have you close. To have you near me. To show that cunt that I have what he wants.β
You gasped in shock as you were suddenly pulled up and spun around. You looked up at Ormundβs face, a picture of stoney resilience but you could also see the anger in his eyes. You were roughly pulled towards him and your hands flew to his chest, steadying yourself. Ormund wrapped a strong arm around your waist, anchoring you to him. His head dipped down, brushing his against yours.
βYou are mine,β he said, βand I am never going to let you go.β
You didnβt have time to protest, not that Ormund would listen anyway, before his lips were on yours. Sharp teeth sunk into your bottom lip and you gasped in shock. Ormund seized the opportunity to dominate the kiss. His tongue delved into your mouth, pressing down on your own. His hands tangled in your hair preventing you from pulling away.
Not that you wanted to.
You didnβt register that Ormund had been guiding you towards the bed until he broke the kiss and roughly pushed you onto it. He almost immediately straddled you and you desperately tried to press your lips against his. He pulled back, raising his eyebrows at you at your sudden boldness.
No, tonight was his night.
To remind you exactly where you belonged.
Ormund gripped both of your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head. You tugged at them but immediately Ormund tightened his grip painfully. He raised his eyebrows at you, a final warning for you to behave. You didnβt need to be told twice. Not after last time.
With his other hand he tugged at the belt on his breeches. Part of you wanted to make a comment about not having enough patience but you knew better. Ormund was not in the mood for teasing. Then again, he was never in the mood for teasing.
You glanced down as Ormund finally pulled himself free. You swallowed in anticipation as he grabbed your leg and roughly hooked it around his waist. He tugged down your underwear, carelessly throwing them aside. Tonight was not about being gentle. It was for reminding you who you belonged to.
βOrmund-β
You cut yourself of with a gasp as Ormund roughly slammed into you. There was no preparation. No surprisingly calloused fingers gently stretching you open. Fingers that you loved so much. No soft calming words that he would usually give you on occasions when he needed to relieve stress.
The bed creaked as he continued to pound into you. Despite the pain you couldnβt help but moan, arching up into him. You returned his movements eagerly. Matching the roll of his hips with yours. Your dress was hiked further up so it was bunched around your waist.
βOr-β
βTell me,β he grunted, βwho do you belong to?β
You didnβt answer immediately. You were too lost in the sensation of Ormund above you. He gripped your chin with his free hand, forcing you to look into his eyes.
βI asked you a question,β he said, βAnd I expect my wife to answer me like a good girl. Now tell me- who. Do. You. Belong. To.β
Each word was punctuated with a hard thrust. You could hardly think but you knew that Ormund demanded an answer.
βYβ¦you. I belong to you.β
βGood girl. My perfect little wife.β
Ormund sealed his declaration with a burning kiss, claiming your cries of passion for himself. You shuddered around him as he released into you. He remained buried deep inside of you as he broke the kiss. He stroked your cheek with the back of his hand and muttered softly,
βNever forget that you are mine. I will burn down the whole of Westeros before I ever let you escape from me.β
He rolled off of you, pulling you against his chest. He rested his chin on top of your head and looked down at the both of you.
βLook what youβve turned me into,β he said, wrinkling his nose, "filthy."
βThen shall I get the servants to run us a bath,β you said, βand we can continue ourβ¦ activities there?β
βHmm,β Ormund contemplated your suggestion, βthat would be acceptable. Never let it be said that you never had good ideas.β
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Hiii one more request from me π€ͺ But I know you like Daemon, too and I am thinking...
What if Ormund's wife has a history with Daemon? Maybe she grew up in King's Landing because her father was in Viserys' Small Council. The history between her and Daemon doesn't have to be scandalous (I doubt Ormund would want a spoiled wife lol) but they could be close, into each other, maybe even betrtohed once or something. Either way that scene where Daemon arrives and Ormund must bend the knee... If his wife is there with him, it could get interesting π Especially that Ormund is in the situation where he can't do much and has to restrain his anger/jealousy. But later he will confront his wife about it of course to remind her who does she belong to. I can imagine him genuinely thinking he is a better option because he is not a filthy Targaryen lmaooo
Oh of course I can. I think from our chats you know how much I love both of these characters, even if Daemon has been an arse and is pissing me off.
So this is my first time writing for Ormund so I hope I got him in character! Anywho, I hope you like the fic π
You thought you were safely hidden behind Tessarion. The dragon didnβt pay you much attention apart from a cursory glance when you first came near. It was the only time that Ormund would ever allow you to be near such a beast. You had thought that he hadnβt seen you. That you-
βAnd one more thing,β Daemonβs voice cut through the air like a knife, βmy Lady, it has been far too long since weβve met. Come. Let me see you.β
The silence that followed was thick and heavy. You could see the slight tension in Ormundβs shoulders. To someone who didnβt know him it was barely noticeable. But you knew him better than most. You took a deep breath and stepped out from the limited protection that Tessarion had brought you. You walked towards your husband, standing next to him with your head held up.
βIt has,β you said eventually, once you realised that an answer was expected of you, βmy Kind regent.β
The smile on Daemonβs face became slightly strained at your jibe. Before you had married Ormund, you and Daemon had been close. Nothing inappropriate but with your father on Viserysβ Council it provided you with ample opportunities to grow closer to The Rogue Prince.
Of course you were deemed too lowly to marry a prince. While your family had land and wealth it was not enough to make a strategic alliance with him. Still, that didnβt stop the both of you becoming friends. There had been many a time where you had enjoyed a ride on Caraxes. You werenβt quite so naive to know that it was anything but a way to further piss off his family.
βAnd here you are,β Daemon said, snapping you out of your thoughts, βLady Hightower. Married life suiting you well? Are you satisfied?β
You resisted the urge to glance at Ormund. You already had a good idea of his expression. The perfect mask of stony neutrality but you could feel the rage pouring out of him.
βYes,β you said coolly, hoping in vain that would quell some of the fire in Ormund, βperfectly satisfied as you put it.β
βHmm, that is surprising.β
βIs it?β
βI had my doubts that residing in Oldtown brings much excitement to a woman such as yourself. If you ever fancy another ride, on my dragon,β Daemon added quickly, βI will be all too happy to oblige.β
You quickly grabbed Ormundβs hand, linking your fingers together. It was the most amount of public affection that heβd ever allow, especially on a battlefield such as this.
βI assure you,β you replied coldly, βI get enough excitement where I am. I have no need for any extra rides as you so delicately put it.β
βWell if you ever do,β Daemonβs smirk widened as he looked at Ormund, βyou know where to find me.β
You watched as Daemon and his cohorts flew off, leaving a cloud of dust behind them (something Ormund hates). Part of you missed flying. To soar high above everyone else. To leave all your worries behind even if it was just for a moment.
But no.
Ormund would never allow anything as filthy as that. Once Daemon was far up in the air, Ormund immediately let go of your hand. He turned sharply on his heel and marched away. You took a deep breath and reluctantly followed him. As you passed Daeron you put a hand on his shoulder and gave what you hoped was a reassuring squeeze to ease his nerves. He gave you a nervous look, showing you that you had done nothing to do so.
Oh well.
Best get the evening over with.
*
βDid you fuck him.β
You paused midway through taking out your earrings. You locked gazes with Ormund in the mirror as he slowly approached you. You set your earrings down and took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the oncoming argument.
βI asked you a question,β he said, when you didnβt immediately respond, βDid you fuck that cunt.β
βDaemon?β
βI would appreciate it if you didnβt speak his,β Ormund spat the word, βname in my home.β
Strong hands landed on your shoulders. You winced as Ormund gripped your shoulders tightly as he leant down. He brushed his lips against your cheek as he hissed,
βTell me that you didnβt give yourself to that cunt before you gave yourself to me.β
He rested his chin on your shoulder and you swallowed thickly, unable to take your gaze away from his. When his grip suddenly tightened and you winced in pain. Surprisingly, he loosened his grip but did not let go.
βI shouldnβt have brought you along,β he said, a rare moment of self correction, βa battlefield is no place for someone as delicate as you. But I needed to have you close. To have you near me. To show that cunt that I have what he wants.β
You gasped in shock as you were suddenly pulled up and spun around. You looked up at Ormundβs face, a picture of stoney resilience but you could also see the anger in his eyes. You were roughly pulled towards him and your hands flew to his chest, steadying yourself. Ormund wrapped a strong arm around your waist, anchoring you to him. His head dipped down, brushing his against yours.
βYou are mine,β he said, βand I am never going to let you go.β
You didnβt have time to protest, not that Ormund would listen anyway, before his lips were on yours. Sharp teeth sunk into your bottom lip and you gasped in shock. Ormund seized the opportunity to dominate the kiss. His tongue delved into your mouth, pressing down on your own. His hands tangled in your hair preventing you from pulling away.
Not that you wanted to.
You didnβt register that Ormund had been guiding you towards the bed until he broke the kiss and roughly pushed you onto it. He almost immediately straddled you and you desperately tried to press your lips against his. He pulled back, raising his eyebrows at you at your sudden boldness.
No, tonight was his night.
To remind you exactly where you belonged.
Ormund gripped both of your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head. You tugged at them but immediately Ormund tightened his grip painfully. He raised his eyebrows at you, a final warning for you to behave. You didnβt need to be told twice. Not after last time.
With his other hand he tugged at the belt on his breeches. Part of you wanted to make a comment about not having enough patience but you knew better. Ormund was not in the mood for teasing. Then again, he was never in the mood for teasing.
You glanced down as Ormund finally pulled himself free. You swallowed in anticipation as he grabbed your leg and roughly hooked it around his waist. He tugged down your underwear, carelessly throwing them aside. Tonight was not about being gentle. It was for reminding you who you belonged to.
βOrmund-β
You cut yourself of with a gasp as Ormund roughly slammed into you. There was no preparation. No surprisingly calloused fingers gently stretching you open. Fingers that you loved so much. No soft calming words that he would usually give you on occasions when he needed to relieve stress.
The bed creaked as he continued to pound into you. Despite the pain you couldnβt help but moan, arching up into him. You returned his movements eagerly. Matching the roll of his hips with yours. Your dress was hiked further up so it was bunched around your waist.
βOr-β
βTell me,β he grunted, βwho do you belong to?β
You didnβt answer immediately. You were too lost in the sensation of Ormund above you. He gripped your chin with his free hand, forcing you to look into his eyes.
βI asked you a question,β he said, βAnd I expect my wife to answer me like a good girl. Now tell me- who. Do. You. Belong. To.β
Each word was punctuated with a hard thrust. You could hardly think but you knew that Ormund demanded an answer.
βYβ¦you. I belong to you.β
βGood girl. My perfect little wife.β
Ormund sealed his declaration with a burning kiss, claiming your cries of passion for himself. You shuddered around him as he released into you. He remained buried deep inside of you as he broke the kiss. He stroked your cheek with the back of his hand and muttered softly,
βNever forget that you are mine. I will burn down the whole of Westeros before I ever let you escape from me.β
He rolled off of you, pulling you against his chest. He rested his chin on top of your head and looked down at the both of you.
βLook what youβve turned me into,β he said, wrinkling his nose, "filthy."
βThen shall I get the servants to run us a bath,β you said, βand we can continue ourβ¦ activities there?β
βHmm,β Ormund contemplated your suggestion, βthat would be acceptable. Never let it be said that you never had good ideas.β
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