Sunday Sunippet!
Thank you to the lovely @hobbitwrangler for tagging me!
I'm going to go slightly out of left field with this one, to share one of the few snippets I've typed up for my Game of Thrones fic idea. The very *very* vague outline I have for this story, is an arranged marriage between Ned Stark and OC-Shaena-Targaryen, after her father the King is killed, she's essentially used as a political hostage and forced to marry Ned, much to their mutual displeasure.
This snippet would be the morning after their wedding.
āDid he hurt you?ā [Maidās] voice was low, tentative, as though unwilling to broach the subject, but unable to stop herself. For a long minute, Shaena didnāt answer, slumped against the side of the tub, steam rising from the waters she was submersed in. Lord Stark hadnāt hurt her, quite the opposite in fact. Somehow that was worse. āI almost wish he did,ā Shaena replied, her own voice soft and quiet. āMaybe then I could find it in me to be angry.ā If it had been painful, if the Northerner had been rough, if sheād come away from the bedding bruised, aching, and humiliated, maybe then she could have continued to hate him. But Lord Stark hadnāt been rough. Heād been shockingly gentle, slow, considerate, leaving an overwhelmed and confused Shaena unsure if she wanted him to stop, or to continue. āHe wasā¦ā A hesitant pause from [Maid], clearly unsure as to whether she was permitted to follow this line of conversation. āKind?ā A soft noise of frustration left Shaena, sinking lower in the water until it brushed her chin, threatening to close over her mouth, her nose, her eyes. She needed to hate the man, needed to hate him and his brother in arms, needed to hate the ones that had destroyed her family, her home, herself. But the burning rage was slow to kindle. By all accounts, Lord Stark was a fearsome fighter, almost as skilled as Robert. Heād commanded the north, led the men, defeated the armies, and made it all the way to the Red Keep, till his Valyrian sword was soaked in the blood of her kin, and yetā¦ That same man had stayed Roberts blade, had ordered her wounds to be seen to, had ensured she was fed and watered, clean and safe, had shown her mercy and kindness. Then to top it all off, on the evening of their rushed wedding day, had such an unexpected gentleness that the next morning Shaena hadnāt shied away from his touch, but had rolled towards him, had briefly been able to forget just why she was in a bed with this Northerner, and almostā¦ enjoyed herself. But now here she was, washing the evidence from her body, and with it any memory of compassion. āHe was kind.ā Shaenaās curt answer and subsequent sinking beneath the waters surface, ended the conversation.
Do I know how the rest of the story will go? Nope :D
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