#iorves

Do you like sexual tension? Smut? Captor/Captive Romance? Non-stop Banter? Then look no further my friends!

I mean, I know we all love Iorveth and Roche together, but has anyone ever wondered what would happen if Iorveth and Ves got thrown in each other’s paths? 

Almost as tan as a Dornishman, Haddy is in the sun whenever possible, and spends as much time as he can in quiet contemplation, relieved of the upper half of his gear and belt.

The Targaryen family were a polarizing people. The ruled with dragons, monsters that left the world in terror. But Hadvar knows the stories of their kind, good, and just kings, just as he knows of the ones that go mad. His parents were part of their armies, leaders in small ways in their own right. And he was no oath-breaker. And he rather liked at least one of them. He thought on his commitments, the battles won and lost, until he was interrupted.

A distant cousin was a shepherd. It gave Hadvar an excuse to be in the fields alone with no one but sheep. He had gone to check where he stashed his gear and was surprised to find the prince protecting it from hungry lambs. They soon end up lying on the grass, with Hadvar moving to put his garments back on, but was stopped by Lesys's hands.

"That one came from my pa, actually." The warm hand of the prince traces a slender scar on his forearm. "It was an accident, though." He's embarrassed that the prince found him. It was more typical for guards to rest or visit an inn on their time off (a truly rare thing.)

Lyses's finger gentle coasts over Hadvar's stomach, brushing against an old gash. "Losing at jousting hurts," he jokes. There's one more the prince touches, tracing the short, but jagged edge. "Losing men hurts too." Something there hasn't healed, but it isn't physical. The prince seems to understand. The sun is starting to fall.