@Iioncrowned even through the white plate of the kingsguard, he feels her warmth. perfectly pressed against him. she's... naturally disarming. he hates it sometimes.
"what truth would they have to them anymore? it sounds like your mind is made up."
@Iioncrowned he'd have no complaints in the forfeiture. though he knows that tyrion would be better suited for it than either of them combined.
his own green eyes pierce into hers as she's held close, like a lion staring her down, demanding submission. he's always hungry.
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@Iioncrowned feeling the plushness of her chest press against his. she has such a full, tempting frame.
"if you want a cock in your ass, my lady, i can oblige that. but i wont hear of these fantasies of yours any longer." he hisses.
"you were mine first."
@Iioncrowned "i was heir to casterly rock." he says it as if he wanted it. he didn't. not really. but it's something to guilt her with, if she can feel such a thing.
he quickly lurches towards her, smacking the goblet out of her hand and yanking her body into his by the forearm.
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@Iioncrowned "i have forfeited my life to be in this castle. to be close to you. i have to endure this. . . king. and the things i've seen. all for you to speak as such of a man who'd sooner chase a she—wolf. is being his 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑑 wife truly that appealing?"
he scathes, his voice hushed.
@Iioncrowned envious indeed. the more she talks about it, the more he imagines running his blade through him.
he could do it, too. rhaegar isn't half as good as a swordsman as he. almost no one is. and yet. . .
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@Iioncrowned ( the mention of rhaegar on her lips makes his blood begin to boil. she's become obsessed, he thinks. )
i am distracted with the charge of guarding 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 precious rhaegar's family. while he drools over the stark girl.
( the hand falls, his brow furrowed. )