The year is 286 AC. King Jaehaerys II has just passed, leaving the throne without a rightful ruler. While his three children fight for the crown, Winter creeps closer, and unimaginable darkness looms.
Not all alliances will be so typical this time. In fact, many people have a crucial effect on the way this story is told. As for the ending, we only hope there are enough people left alive to tell it after its passed.
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Post by SERA BARATHEON on Sept 15, 2017 3:47:30 GMT
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An auburn eyebrow raised in suspicion of her host, body twisting to face him and still brace herself against the wooden railing. Her ears caught part of the response given and she couldn't let it go, the words filling her mind until she had to ask about them. "You are pushing me into a corner on..purpose?"
Sera's head titled to the side and a hand rested on her hip, "What is it you hope to gain from doing such a thing? A particular response from me perhaps?" Was this all a game to him? Was he toying with her emotions like a child tugging on her hair for laughter?
Lips pursed, she moved to pick up the blade they practiced with, stepping back to face him with determination. "Let's make the best of this opportunity. I already owe you the dress off my back after all," she said before moving to lead with her right foot and slash with her blade much like he did when he attacked her.
"I do know something at least..." she said softly before stepping back in case he reciprocated her with a parry and counter, "While I am undecided about my future.." a little hesitation before she prepared to block any advance from the male if so, "I am certain about my emotions for you, Lord Dalton."
An embarrassing confession made by the young woman, her cheeks burning hot as her face flushed. Never did she think she would yearn for a man's touch outside of wedlock. Yet she had to do what not only was best for her, but for her family as well, --hymn of the firstborn.
Post by Dalton Greyjoy on Sept 17, 2017 0:35:46 GMT
She still had fight in her. Good. A short break to clear one’s head and process things was nothing anyone hcould afford in an actual battle. But this was sparring. It was most certainly okay. And this time, she even took the offensive in a more practical manner, seemingly trying to employ his very own tactics against him with that diversion. An imitation, yes, but that was also what sparring was about. However, he could tell that she would only pout even harder if he just let her get a hit in like that, so he blocked it with the experienced moves of a sword fighter. He was not too good at it like this though, actually being used to a different fighting style. If anything, he was adequate – but that was enough for now.
She retreated. Then, she spoke much more frankly than she’d done ever before. It was a bit stunning, and he had to take it with an almost flustering smile. Women were usually not that direct with him, especially highborn ones. So it did catch him a little bit off guard. “I am pushing you, because that drives you to make choice when you otherwise would hesitate. Think about things you would just take for granted,” he thus replied honestly, maybe giving the game away a bit too easily. But it was true. Dalton owed her that much at least. And thus, he did not attack, giving her the initiative again. In his heart he knew that her getting just one hit would be the culmination of this little training session. They would work on her resilience later.
“If you are certain about your emotions though, just act on them. I mean, it isn’t like people will just believe nothing happened anyway. Plus, virginity is hard to prove. So the logical thing would be to not care too much, isn’t it?”
Post by SERA BARATHEON on Sept 17, 2017 7:11:10 GMT
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His logic was justified. If people took the time to think, most often they overlooked the details of their choices, and ended up regretting it later. She was in one of those predicaments; Should she abandon the life she grew into, for one of freedom and adventure? Sacrificing luxury and safety for danger? Tossing away duty for love?
Sera took another step forward, her swings becoming shorter and more precise rather than wild and of malpractice. The burn in her forearm screamed at her, the weight of the blade slowly starting to get at her. Pushing through the pain she glanced up at her opponent. He hesitated where he would otherwise have struck, and Sera pursed her lips in frustration. He was being considerate of her again, and it irritated her to think she was getting special treatment.
Suddenly she moved to close the distance between them, letting the wooden tool drop from her hand and pressed her torso against his. Her face buried in his chest and her hands clutching at the fabric of his tunic. She stayed like that, taking in his scent and the comfort of his presence before looking up at him with emotional blue eyes.
"You would ask me to so easily throw away my traditions and customs that I grew up with..." she said softly, her voice harsh, as if she wanted to scream out, "I could not ask you to do anything so audacious."
She paused, inhaling and exhaling slowly to try and calm herself, "I would only ask that you take responsibility," her face grew red and her eyes looked away in embarrassment, "a-an-d make me your r-rock wife." Steep terms for only sharing a bed with a young girl, but she felt that if she was to give herself to him, then he would be the only she would give into.
Post by Dalton Greyjoy on Sept 17, 2017 22:34:59 GMT
This was good. Not only was she getting better with some practice, even though she was still not good enough to really get any hits in, but she also seemed to be working out something else. He could tell just from the look on her face. Clearly, she was in slight pain and discomfort there from wailing at him like this, but she did so anyway. Not to impress him or to train, as in such cases breaks would be much more logical. No, she was doing this for herself. It was something that every warrior knew. When the mind was in turmoil, hitting something with a sword was a good way to get some closure. Many a good sword had been ruined to give its owner a peace of mind.
Not that such would really happen here. Instead, he had to actually work for once, in order to block her advances every time. He did fail once though. But really, blocking a sword strike was one thing – but an advance like this? That was not so easy, not at all. Who hit whom there was not easy to tell, but something told him that it was irrelevant, that she was going to admit a certain kind of defeat anyway. Which she did. And he had to gulp just because of her sudden openness in that regard.
Hands found her back, gently stroking it. Soothing the wrath of the Baratheon, even if it was showing itself in odd ways, was important. However, only one of them lingered. The other travelled across her body, up until it found her chin, in order to gently force her to look at him again. “I always take responsibility. But you need to think about this well. And this is not me trying to shirk my duty at all. If you want me to by the time we get to a place where we can do it, I will make you my rock. That I swear. But until then, just see if you would actually like it, yes? Nothing is worse that making rash decisions, especially when we have enough time to try one another out.”
Post by SERA BARATHEON on Sept 18, 2017 7:28:58 GMT
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There was some amount of comfort in his words. Relief coming over her as she considered his advice, and finally responded with a nod. Yet she didn't want to pull away, the warmth of his body and familiar scent she grew to enjoy.
Not only did she want to take this time to learn about herself, but of him as well. What made him smile, what made him frown, and what he hoped for in the world. Despite duty, he was still a person first and foremost, and had opinions and motivations.
Looking up at Dalton she smiled softly, her voice no longer soft and uneasy. "You are right, and when we get to Lys, I want to take some time...," she hesitated for a brief moment, focusing on how awkward it was to ask him, "--alone. Just us. I want to see what you are like when you are not surrounded by burly Ironborn, and a young pale woman."
She looked forward to seeing the vibrant colors of the describe free cities. Knowing that perhaps something grand awaited them, or something grim. That is why she tried her best to prepare for it now, as Fate never showed her cards to her opponent.
Post by Dalton Greyjoy on Sept 18, 2017 8:09:36 GMT
She had definitely fallen for him. Dalton could tell. After all, he liked her a lot as well. Marrying her did not seem too bad an option, given that she was of good birth. Their families were enemies, of course, as their gods had been struggling since forevermore. However, most of his brethren would likely see this as him having captured and claimed a Baratheon. A saltwife in all but name. However, making her a rock wife would be a problem, simply because she had to be Ironborn for that. He’d have to consult father for that, given that he had done something similar to his wife.
Hah. After all this, he was still looking for advice from daddy. But that big, burly man was pushed out of his thoughts now. Instead, he decided to be a bit more daring, shifting his grip from her back to her bottoms and pulled her just a bit closer. “We won’t have that much time in Lys, depending on that pale girl. But I do have a place we could retreat to. Both of us are sacrificing a lot already for that girl’s sake and plans….” He leaned in a little closer. “So she will just have to accept us making the best of our time until then. Not that she will be able to complain much, being unconscious and all.”
Post by SERA BARATHEON on Sept 18, 2017 20:10:40 GMT
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Dalton's sudden change of touch sent a surge of fire through her body. Surprised by the advance her eyes grew wide, and she felt the urge to protest. His body was close, torso against torso, and his lips but a small distance from her's. Chest felt a small pang of weight, and her breath quickened in anticipation. More unfamiliar emotions; desire, greed... lust.
"And this place is?" she asked softly in his arms, the want to just forget about decencies and take what she desired lingered in the front of her mind.
Sera thought back to the sleeping girl, and she felt a tad guilty about her behaviour. She was to see Ashe safely to Quellon, and here instead she was fraternizing with his eldest. However his words made her believe in the bliss of Ignorance, and what little she knew, wouldn't hurt her.
'How scandalous.... Is this what I want? To display poor etiquette when I should be attending to Lady Tully?'
The girl bit on her bottom lip, eyelids closing slowly as she lifted her arms to wrap around his shoulders.
'Yes. Yes it is.'
She had but a simple request for him. One she never would have had the courage to ask before today. There was alot of first experiences for her today, between realizing her selfish desires, picking up a weapon, and asking for something she deeply wanted.
Post by Dalton Greyjoy on Sept 18, 2017 23:43:26 GMT
“A friend of mine has a mansion there that I can use when I am around. She’s a trader, so she usually isn’t around anyway,” he explained. He kept it short and succinct, simply because he did not want such a dry information dump to distract from what was actually happening. The gears in the girl’s head were turning after his little attack had left her startled. But she was coming around. Oh yes, she was coming around.
Before too long, she leisurely put her arms around his neck and asked for a kiss. Without a word, he began to inch closer and closer, until he almost kissed her. Then, he made a brief little detour towards her ear. “Kiss you….where?” Mischief in his voice, he allowed his lips and breath to slightly brush against her ear, then slightly below, before planting a kiss on her neck. “Like this?”
Post by SERA BARATHEON on Sept 19, 2017 6:30:25 GMT
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Patiently she waited, the swift brush of his breath on her lips letting a fire grow in her stomach. The girl waited for the fleeting weight of his lips against hers, but it didn't come, instead he leaned further in and whispered into her ear. Eyes fluttered open and before she could protest, the soft lingering touch of his lips pressed against the exposed nape of her neck.
A gasp escaped past her lips and she even tilted her head from him instinctually. It was surprising, the sensation that crawled down her skin from his action. She didn't know if she wanted more, or if she enjoyed it. Hands moved from his shoulders to his arms gripping tightly against the leather of his coat.
She softly exhaled, her body beginning to quiver in his grasp. "D-dalton.." was all she could whisper, the kiss ingrained into her body, and goosebumps growing over her arms and chest. Teeth grazed her bottom lip, her cheeks still wearing the same flushed red color, and she began to slowly lose her mind in the sound of her heart racing.
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