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Baelor

╰┈➤ Baleor would always strive to keep you safe and do what he could to keep you from danger. but when traveling, and setting up camp in the woods, it would prove near impossible when setting up camp in the woods, and you found yourself wandering the woods and encountering a hunting trap, with your leg stuck, locked in place and twisted.

╰┈➤ no oner took notice until Baelor had, that you were missing from your tent. so when Baelor went in search of you, he was both worried and angered. Though usually calm  knowing that you had strayed and found yourself hurt, it caused him to grow angry. At his men and at himself. He grew panicked, distraught that you had been harmed and that you could so easily wander of without his men even noticing. 

╰┈➤ he wouldn't trust anyone but himself to take you back, would remain by your side as the Maester tended to you. His face full of concern as he carried you, his eyes never once leaving yours, even as the masters tended to you and assured him you would be okay.

╰┈➤"Why did you wander off alone?" his voice was filled with concern, and anger at his men fro not noticing nor for taking the initiative to follow you if they had. Whatever response you would give would be met with his eyes softening and a soft sigh from his lips as his hand grasping yours. "You had me worried," he would say, his hand caressing yours in comfort, both for you and himself. "You cannot leave like that, anything could have happened... I cannot lose you," he would breathe, his anger over you leaving and putting yourself in danger would easily fade into concern and relief that you were okay, but he would definitely ensure you did not wander off alone again. A guard always had sight of you, even if you did not know it.

Makear

╰┈➤ Makear would not be calm about you being in danger. is reaction to his son's disappearance is evidence enough.

╰┈➤ Anger would overcome him, anger that you had gotten hurt. And anger at himself for not protecting you more.

╰┈➤ He would be stern with you once you were safe and away from danger, his grip on you unwavering as he checked you over, making sure you were unharmed and well. He would grunt at your words, unimpressed with whatever excuses or reasons you had for finding yourself at the end at the wrong of a dagger.

╰┈➤ "how could you be so reckless!" he would demand, unsure of how you ended up in danger, how you ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time, and how he had somehow failed in his duty to protect you.

╰┈➤ he would order guards to follow you, and where his brother may have been subtle, he was obvious. he made sure you would never find your self in harms way again and make sure he would never fail his duty of protecting you either.

Valarr

╰┈➤ He would be so worried. the idea of you in any danger had him near mad with grief.

╰┈➤ He would do whatever he could to make sure you were safe at all times, he rarely left your side as it was but in the few moments you were parted, a guard was always close by, ensuring you were safe and protected.

╰┈➤ What he didn't expect was for himself to be the very reason you were in danger to begin with. he spent most mornings training, and you would watch. But that day you had gotten too close, had dropped your wedding ring to the floor and had gone to pick it up as it rolled away, only to be met with the brunt of your husband's sword.

╰┈➤ he would coddle you relentlessly, holding you to him as he whisperers sweet nothings into your hair, holding you to him as the maesters reassure that you are fine.

╰┈➤ his coddling of you becomes much worse after that, not that you mind it at all.

Dunk

╰┈➤ Dunk is proud to be your protector, he would never dream of placing you in harms way. he had deemed himself your sworn sword the day he met you and had never once failed.

╰┈• That was until you got separated in the market, and suddenly you got caught up in some brawl, and a stray hand laid siege to your face.

╰┈➤ Dunk was, of course, angered and concerned for your well-being. He had stormed through the market, pulling the men away from you, and, ever the chivalrous knight, tossed you over his shoulder and pulled you to safety.

╰┈➤ "I have failed you," he would say as he helped you apply salve to the bruise on your cheek. "Please forgive me," he would mutter, full of regret for failing to protect you.

╰┈➤ You, of course, would, placing a sweet kiss on Dunk's lips to silence his apologies.

Humphrey Beesbury

╰┈➤ Humphrey is bold and always egar for a brawl. when you get harmed at one of Lyonel Baratheon's parties, another man causing you to trip from the very table he had danced upon, Humphrey was quick to act.

╰┈➤ His fist landed in the face of the man who had caused you harm, eager to defend you as you recovered yourself, his attention intently focused on knocking the man off the table and out cold.

╰┈➤ of course, once the man had been dealt with, he was quick to jump from the table and haul you out of the hall, checking to see if you were harmed anymore.

╰┈➤ You dismiss him, a laugh on your lips as you catch sight of the man who had tripped you.

Baelor (<200 words)

“What are you wearing, my dear?” Baelor asked, watching as you readied yourself for bed, choosing one of his shirts over your many night gowns.

You shrugged, turning to face your husband with a smile, “It’s more comfortable.”

He smiled, patting your side of the bed and urging to come to him, “i can see that,” he mused, reaching for you as you sat beside him. “I like you in my clothes,” he hummed reaching over to place a kiss on your cheek, you smiled as he did so, reaching for the book in his lap and placing it on his bedside table.

“Perhaps I should forgo my gowns and wear your shirts instead,” you hummed , sitting in the bed to face him.

“I believe you should wear only my clothes from now on my dear.” He chuckled his hands settling in your hips as you leaned down to place a kiss on his lips, “particularly my shirts and nothing else,”

You smiled laughing at his words as you reached down and placed another kiss to his lips.

Maekar (350 words)

“Wife, have you seen my shirts?” Makear called out, searching his drawers for his shirts, only to find nothing. 

A small laugh sounded behind him, a gleeful laugh that had the stern look on Makear’s face faltering. He turned to where you were readying yourself for bed, your body donned with Maekar’s shirt, your own nightgown nowhere in sight.

“Is that my shirt?” he grunted, prowling towards you as you toyed with the ends of his shirt, a smile on your face as he reached for you. “Are you the thief that has emptied my drawers?”

You cocked your head. “Mayhaps,” you hummed, reaching up and pressing your lips to his, “i much prefer them to my own clothes.”

“So you chose to steal mine?”  Maekar shook his head. “We could order you clothes the same as mine; you need not steal them.”

“But they feel better stolen,” you hummed, your hands flying to his as they rested on your hip.

Maekar clicked his tongue, eyeing you with a bemused look. “How so?”

You smiled, reaching up to place another kiss on his lips. “They smell of you.” 

Maekar thought of a smile, his eyes assessing you as he took in the shirt on your form. It was much too big for you, almost comically so. And the fact that you had stolen them made it clear that you had no plans on giving them back, at least until they stopped smelling like him. 

“How long have you been wearing my clothes?”

“Just your shirts, “ you hummed. “Yesterday, the maid had placed one of your shirts in my own drawers, and I had decided to wear it. It was nice to have a piece of you all day, no matter how annoying it can be to deal with your overly large shirts,” you hummed, your hands moving up with Maekar as they caressed your body. 

Maekar smiled, “I suppose we could share my shirts…if you reveal where it is you have hidden my shirts?”

You laughed, nodding your head as Makear tugged on his shirt, pulling you closer to him. 

Lyonel (<300 words)

Lyonel watched as you walked around the library, his shirt hanging loosely from your body as you reached to place a book on the shelf. 

“Wife,” he laughed, watching as you tripped over your own feet. “What is it you are doing?” he asked, coming up behind you and grabbing the book from your hands. 

“I'm organising the library, it has been left alone for far to long,” you hummed, turning to face lyonel as he reached around you to place the book in its place. He laughed, as he did for everything. 

“And is that why you chose to wear my shirt, to not messy your own gowns?”

You blushed, backing away from him slightly as you reached for the pile of books you were organising, walking as if it were no oddity to be walking around in a shirt too large.” Not at all,” 

Lyonel laughed, is eyes assessing the library as he took in all you had done, before his eyes landed back on you. “Is that so?”

You turned to your husband, blushing at his gaze. “They are comfortable,” you hummed, “and they smell like you.” 

A large smile took over his face at your words, his hands moving back to your waist as you moved up the ladder you had leaned against the endless bookshelves, pulling you off the ladder and tossing you over his shoulder. “What are you doing?” you laughed as Lyonel walked from the library to your chambers. 

“You wish to smell like me, yes?”

“Yes,” you agreed, attempting to look over your shoulder to catch sight of your husband.