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Riding back to the tents, Rhaegar had pulled the horse to a stop and immediately my family and Lord Whent were there to meet us. Dismounting the horse first, Rhaegar helped me off and I kept my head bowed at the site of my worried and unimpressed mother and father; although they held it in while they were in front of the Prince and others. They aren't the type to make a scene, thankfully.
"Mileena" called my mother as she came to hold me in her arms "are you alright?" she asked, her eyes looking me all over.
"I'm fine" I answered just above a whisper. Standing by my mother's side, father had stepped forward as the Prince stood with the reins of his horse.
"Thank you your highness for returning her safely, and I apologise for her rude behaviour" spoke father with a slight bow of his head. No doubt this was all very humiliating for him.
"It wasn't any trouble" replied Rhaegar "but if you'll excuse me, I've had a rather long and eventful evening" nodding his head slightly, Rhaegars deep eyes flickered over to mine for a brief glance. Looking away, I fisted a clump of my dress as the Silver Prince led his horse away to the stables. He ought to be more careful as to where he looks and what he say's from now on – or they'll end up finding out. Although I'm sure he wouldn't be too bothered if they did.
Looking up at the sky, I could tell by the coolness of the air and the change of the sky that afternoon is fast approaching. Turning to mother she kept a firm hand on my arm as she led me back to the Stark tent. Passing by obvious stares and hushed whispering, my sibling where close behind our trail. Heading inside, I turned to the scolding of mothers voice "How could you be so careless?" she questioned as I took a step back "your embarrassed not just yourself, but your entire family"
Standing with my eyes to the floor and my hands folded in my lap, I didn't know what to say. I couldn't say anything "I'm sorry…"
"Sorry?" she questioned with a sigh "Mileena, you ran off to gods know where and you disrespected the Prince by doing so – now all you have to say is sorry?"
"Disrespected him?" I hissed, my eyes snapping upwards at her words "he disrespected himself by crowning me over his wife…if anyone should feel disrespected, it's me" I said while pointing at myself. Standing silent and still, Lyanna and my three brothers stood behind mother; watching the scene unfold. In this moment I didn't know what they were feeling or what they were thinking, and I didn't really want to know.
Looking down at the floor, mother played with the ring father had gotten her when they first started courting "Please leave children, I wish to speak with Mileena alone" she said just above a whisper. Letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding, my siblings left the tent without a word of argument. Once we were the only ones left, mother continued "there's things you must understand Mileena – there's responsibilities" she said before looking up at me "and I know you're young. I know things can be new – exciting…but whatever it is you did, whatever it is that caught his attention – I strongly suggest you stop"
"Mother, I haven't…" pausing as she held up a slender finger, I allowed her to speak.
"You're a good girl Mileena" looking down, the ache in-between my legs throbbed in a mock disagreement of her words "but you need to be more careful. You're a woman of house Stark…" and as such, I must act the part – even though I most surely haven't this far.
Nodding my head, I didn't look up "I know…" going silent, I hadn't realised that mother had walked over to me until she had me in her warm embrace. Wrapping my arms around her waist, she held me tight against her body.
Taking a deep breath I know what I have to say, but I don't want to. I just want to be free for a little bit longer, and maybe I can – if I'm careful and stupid enough to go back. But if that's going to work, I have to reassure my family I'm the good daughter they think I am. Taking a deep breath, I couldn't help but notice how the tables have turned. I'd never of have thought I would have committed such actions, not in a million lives – and yet here I am. Walking dangerously close to the edge.
"All I want is to be happy…" I said "and I know Lord Dalton can make that happen, which is why – if he requests, I'll agree to marry"
Pulling away, mother looked down at me with shock before smiling. She held a face of pride and relief – if only she knew why I was really doing this "I'm sure he'll be very pleased to hear…" brushing a strand of my hair away, she added "I know this isn't what you expected, but it just takes a little time – you'll see"
Undressing beside a large ceramic bathtub, it had been set up in a small square space in the tent; along with a small wooden cupboard and a bench with a bowl and washcloth. Taking a deep breath, the steam from the water and burning incense was relaxing as I finished removing my clothes. Stepping into the bath, I sat down with a sigh and wince. My core still ached and as I looked down, I could see through the clear water the smeared and dried blood from earlier.
Reaching down, I rubbed at the inside flesh of my thighs and watched as the blood died the water pink before turning clear form dilution. Leaning back, I played with a few strands of my hair as flash backs from the woods crossed my mind. The way Rhaegar held me; the leather of his clothing rubbing up against my skin. The way he pushed in and out; hard and fast. Sighing, I stared up at the ceiling until it hit me and my eyes went wide.
The pin, the one Lord Dalton gave me – it's missing.
Patting my hair, I leant over the edge of the bathtub to see if it was anywhere in the pile of clothes; but I couldn't see it. Feeling my chest heave up and down, I became panicked. It must have fallen out. Pressing the palm of my hand against my forehead, I couldn't believe it. It wasn't as if I could leave it in the woods – Lord Dalton would know if I stopped wearing it. He would question me and ask where I left it. I'll have to get up early tomorrow and go find it – before anyone realises.
"Lina, are you alright?" called the voice of Lyanna on the other side of the cloth wall. My thrashing about must have startled her.
"Yes, I'm fine. I dropped the soap" I replied quickly. Once it had gone quiet again, I sat back in the bath. At times I feel as if the entire world is against me. That if I do one bad thing, more terrible things follow close behind.
Picking up the soap and sponge, I washed myself clean before getting out and drying with a towel. Pulling a thin night gown over my head, the soft fabric draped down my body. Plaiting my hair down over my shoulder, I walked out of the bathroom and toward my bed. Still early for the night, I sat on the side of the feather stuffed mattress; staring at Lyanna's bed, my mind going adrift.
"…Mileena?" not answering, I was too unfocused until my sister kneeled in front of me. Grabbing my hands in hers, she looked up with her beautiful blue eyes "what's wrong?"
Staring at her, I couldn't find the voice to reply – as I didn't know the answer to her question "I don't know Lyanna…I don't know what's wrong" my voice was barely audible, but she could hear.
"Is it because of what mother said?" frowning, I wondered what she meant by that. Glancing down, Lyanna had a look of guilt and slight embarrassment of her admission "I listened…to what she had to say"
"And do you believe her?" I asked, referring to mother's unknowingly correct insinuation of me and Rhaegar.
"No" replied Lyanna with a shake of her head "of course not. You're my sweet little sister, I know you'd never do something like that. Ever since you could speak, you'd always talk about waiting to find the right man…" sighing, she added "mothers just worried. Overcautious"
"Yes, she is…" letting a brief smile grace my lips, I looked away from Lyanna's blue eyes. And before I knew it, she had sat on my bed to wrap her arms around me.
"You're going to be married" she announced happily; her hand rubbing smooth circled on my back as she held me tight "soon you'll be living in a castle of your own, with children running at your feet...and they're going to be beautiful – just like you"
Squeezing her tighter, a tear slipped down my cheek before I quickly brushed it away. Letting go of me, I leant back to look at her "That isn't going to be for a while yet, but for now – I just want to enjoy the rest of our stay" nodding her head with a smile, we both let out a light laugh. There's no need to end the day in tears and hurt, even if I did deserve it.
Tightening the strings of my long sleeves, I glanced over at Lyanna as she still slept. Much too early in the morning, I had forced myself up to go search for the pin. Moving a few pillows under the covers, I pulled it up over another pillow so that it appeared as if someone was underneath. It'll buy me enough time and security while I go to the woods.
Heading swiftly out of the tent, I shivered at the coldness of the outside air. A light fog covered the area and the sun was starting to shine above the horizon; the sky turning a lighter blue as the darkness lifted. Quickly moving, I only came across one or two people and they were thankfully just squires. Making sure to keep off the main trail of the tents, I kept close to the sides so that I wouldn't be so obviously seen.
Crossing over another worn in dirt track, I was just about to start walking across the field and to the woods when a hand latched itself around my wrist. Tugging me back I gasped as I thought I was most certainly caught, but as I turned to see who it was I let out a relieved sigh "And what are you doing sneaking about so early in the morning?" questioned Rhaegar as he peered down at me, his hand not moving from my wrist.
Standing behind a thin alley like space, I realised we were behind a large and familiar tent – the Targaryen flag lying limp in the wind as it hung from a pole at the very top point of the tent "I could ask you the same question?"
"You could" he said with a nod "but that would be rude considering I asked you first…" sighing, I glanced at the woods behind me before looking back at him.
"The pin Lord Dalton gave me, I must have dropped it in the woods – I'm going to get it" I answered in a whisper. I didn't want anyone over hearing, and we are standing right behind his tent – and the walls aren't exactly thick.
"It wouldn't happen to look like this, would it?" asked Rhaegar with a mischievous look as he held up the exact item I was looking for.
Feeling my lips part, I felt relieved that Rhaegar had it and that I didn't need to worry about searching for it in the mass of leaves and grass with little to no light. But I couldn't help but slightly scowl "You've had it all this time and you never gave it back?" reaching up, I went to take it but he pulled away.
"If you're going to be like that, I think I'll keep it" tucking the pin back into his vest, I stood staring up at Rhaegar with shock. Was he really not going to give it to me? Looking into my brown orbs, he had a look as if he were challenging me to argue – and I did.
"Please, you can't keep it. He'll notice and I'll get into trouble" reaching up to grab it out of his vest, he held both of my wrists and tugged me into his chest. Stumbling slightly, Rhaegar held my arms behind my back; my cheek now resting against the leather of his vest "what are you doing?"
"I heard…" he said while resting his chin on top of my head. Hugging me in a way, the warmth of Rhaegar's body was nice as opposed to the cold of morning "you agreed to marry him"
Frowning, I wanted to look up but I couldn't. I also didn't question how he found out, as he probably heard off of one of the many squires – or maybe even the spider himself. Lord Vary's is attending the tourney after all "Yes, I agreed to marry him. He's a good match" I replied, my voice unwavering. I wanted to know how Rhaegar would feel or react, if at all. Does he care?
"That he is, and you're lucky to of court his attention" he replied, as if this were good.
"You're happy about this?" I asked, pulling away from his hold to look up.
"No" he instantly replied, his voice firm and his eyes narrowed "I'm far from happy, but what can I say? Marriage is inevitable" moving his hand up to brush against my skin, I leant into his touch "but you and I can still play"
Looking up into Rhaegars deep eyes, I slowly stood on my tippy toes before placing a gentle peck on his lips. Doing it again, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me flush against his body. Moving his lips against mine, I felt Rhaegars warm and wet tongue push past my lips before pulling away. Grabbing my hand, he tugged to signal for me to follow. Feeling my chest heave up and down as I tried to catch my breath, I watched as he looked left and right; checking to make sure there was no one around.
Pulling me around the corner quickly we entered the large Targaryen tent and I tugged against his grip. What was he thinking taking me here? Did he want us to get caught? "What are you doing?!" I hissed quietly. Not letting go of me, Rhaegar turned to look at me "Your wife is…"
"My wife is asleep in my father's tent, and so are the children" he interrupted. Stopping my fidgeting, I stood still as I furrowed my brows in confusion.
"Why isn't she in here with you?"
"She's sick. It's better this way" he replied "my mother can look after her and she can take care of the children" looking away from Rhaegar, I wrapped my arms around myself with a sympathetic sigh. I hate it when Elia is brought up, it makes me feel even more terrible. It reminds me that I'm gallivanting around with a sick and probably dying woman's husband. Noticing my uncomfortableness, Rhaegar stepped forward and picked me up. Yelping from his actions, he hooked his hands under my thighs and I could feel my dress riding up as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
"If you didn't want to know, you shouldn't have asked" he said while looking at me.
Taken aback by his words, I glared down at him. That wasn't what I was expecting him to say in the least, and it was rather cold – but he was right. If you don't want to know the answer to the question, don't ask. I hurt myself by doing so.
Resting my hands over his shoulders, he held me up without the least bit of strain. Staring into deep eyes, I leant down and pressed my lips back against; fierce and passionate. Pushing my own tongue into his mouth this time, I could tell he was a taken aback my somewhat aggressive advances. Squeezing the flesh of my thighs, I tightened my legs around him. I could feel the heat rush in-between my legs as I started to get wet.
Turning around with me still in his arms and my lips on his, Rhaegar carried me through the main area of the tent before pushing through a divided cloth wall; a large bed with fur rugs and silk blankets were situated on the other side, along with a few other things. Sitting down on the edge, I rested my weight on my knees as they were spread either side of his legs. Pulling away from my heated kiss, I went to lean back in when he grabbed my jaw in a gentle but firm grip.
Staring into his narrowed eyes, he asked "Why are you so eager all of a sudden? What's changed, little pup"
Giving him a solid look of my own, I grabbed his hand so that my jaw was free and held it in a tight grip; although I knew I could never really hurt him "Everything has changed" I replied "and I don't like it when you call me that"
"And why not?"
"Because it makes me sound small and weak" I reply. Moving Rhaegars hand, I pushed all his fingers down accept for the middle one. Leaning over, I wrapped my lips around his finger; my wet tongue tracing all the way up from the knuckle to the top. Sucking on it, I soon pulled it away from my mouth; my left over saliva making it glisten in the dim light. Moving his hand under my skirt, I buried his finger deep inside of me. Gently sighing from the feeling, I hadn't looked away from his darkening eyes "I'm not fragile…I won't break if you touch me"
"...Oh really?" pulling his finger out, I almost whined at the loss before I felt him push two fingers back in. Thrusting slow and hard, Rhaegar reached deep but not as much as I would have liked. Humming from the way he made me feel, my body started to grow hot and my hips began to move on their own; grinding down on his lap and hand.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pressed my lips against his; a muffled whine leaving my lips as his hand started to pump faster. Spreading all up and down my body, a wave of delicious tingles had started to make me shake and quiver before a gush of heat went straight through me. Accidently biting his bottom lip admits my climax, Rhaegar pulled away from me. I could see a single bead of red blood start to form from the small cut.
I immediately apologised "I'm sorry. I didn't…" not having time to finish, Rhaegar had picked me up before turning around and dropping me down on the bed with a slight bounce. Crawling on top in an instant, he kissed me full on the lips and I grimaced at the taste of blood.
Spreading my legs wide, he nestled in-between before starting on the ties of his breaches. Grabbing the skirt of my dress, I pulled the fabric up to my hips before Rhaegar lined himself up to my dripping entrance. Thrusting all the way in, I gasped out at the stretching and stinging sensation. It still hurt but not as much as the first time.
Grabbing my left thigh, he held it high up on his waist as he started to relentlessly pound himself into me. With his head resting in the crook of my neck, I held onto his vest while my teeth sunk into the material of his shoulder. I wanted so badly to scream at the sensation. It was painful but every time his hips connected with mine, it would come right down onto my sensitive clit, sending small bursts of pleasure into my belly.
Groaning into the leather of his vest, I could feel Rhaegars lips leave wet kisses all along my neck. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I squeezed them taut as my toes started to curl. I could feel myself starting to build up again. Closing my eyes as tight as I could, I tried not to bellow out as I orgasmed. Feeling my insides clench over and over in small aftershocks, my hands and legs shook and I felt heavily fatigued. Holding Rhaegar still with my legs for a few more seconds, I didn't want him to move, but he had his own plans. Pulling out of me rather quick and abrupt, I winced as my muscles hadn't stopped clenching yet.
Panting to catch my breath, a thin sheen of sweat covered my forehead as my eyes were still closed. Lying on the bed, my legs felt almost like dead weight and I didn't have the energy to move at the moment. But at least now I know why people talk so much about sex – it's oddly fulfilling. Lost in my dazed state, I hadn't realised Rhaegar get down onto his knees at the foot of the bed until I felt myself being pulled along the mattress a few centimetres.
Groaning, I stirred but I wasn't paying all too much attention until I felt his warm breath fanning over my opening. Snapping my eyes open I stared up at the roof, and just as I looked down to see what he was doing – Rhaegars very warm and strong tongue swept all the way from my entrance before quickly flick over my throbbing clit. Squirming to move back, the overstimulation from the second time wasn't all that pleasant, but now it was almost unbearable. Everything was so incredibly sensitive, and here he was licking strong trails up and down as if I were left over pudding on a spoon.
"No, no…you have to stop" I groaned with a wince. Reaching down with my hand, I threaded my fingers through his silvery white hair to gently tug him away.
Stopping and leaning away, I was relieved that he might have listened – but I was wrong. Looking down at him, his eyes were dark in the lighting that surrounded us "I don't have to do anything" he replied before leaning forward and placing his tongue flat against my clit. Whining, I pulled on his hair harder and immediately he started to rub his tongue roughly up and down my sensitive bundle of nerves – and the more I pulled, the more rougher he became.
Letting go of Rhaegars hair, he slowed down a bit before I started to shift my legs and wriggle to move further up the bed. What his tongue is doing was almost painful, but more in the tense of irritating. I didn't know to describe it other than I was exhausted and overworked.
Hooking his firm hands around my thighs, he pulled down on my hips to keep me still as his tongue ran between my slick folds; lapping up the wetness that had pooled from before "Please…it doesn't feel good anymore" clutching the sheets with a tight fist, I furrowed my brow as I began to sweat from the uncomfortable feeling he was causing.
"I know…" Rhaegar muttered from between my legs "it almost hurts, doesn't it?" he questioned, although he didn't look up as he spoke. Furrowing my brows, was that why he was doing this? Because I accidently bit him? I was saying sorry before he interrupted. Drawing me out of my thoughts, I gasped.
Moving his lips up to rest straight on my clit, Rhaegar began to gently suck before pushing two of his fingers inside of me. Jolting my hips as his two digits rubbed up against my insides, I could feel his fingers wiggle and move while pushing deeper with every thrust. Brushing up against something rather more sensitive inside me, I let out a hitched moan as he started to pump his fingers incredibly fast while sucking and swirling with his mouth. I could hear the tight squelching sounds my body was making, and I became flustered by the noise. Covering my mouth with my hand, I was becoming overwhelmed by the acute stimulation.
Shifting and clawing at the bed sheets, my legs tried to clench together but he continued to hold them down; his left arm laying over my hips. Looking down amidst the heated moment, all I could see was Rhaegars silver white hair; his face buried in-between my legs; eating me out without restraint.
Tasting pepper in the back of my mouth, I felt the spasm of a weak but awfully intense orgasm roll through me as I whined. Feeling an odd gush of liquid leak out of me, I could tell a patch of the bed beneath me was now wet. Falling, a single tear dripped down my cheek as my core ached and stung from the few minutes of bordering abuse it suffered.
Pulling away, Rhaegar licked his lips as I glanced into his deep eyes. His chin was wet and he was slightly panting. Immediately closing my legs tight, I could hear him chuckle as I stared back up to the roof of the tent. Re-tying his breaches, he sat on the end of the bed. Swallowing the lump in my throat, my mouth had gone dry.
"Why did you do that?" I asked.
"…Because I could" he replied "and because I like that way you taste" turning to look at me, my heaving breaths slowly turned back to normal "and not to mention you bit me" scoffing at his words, I looked away to face a wooden cabinet. Feeling the bed shift underweight after a few seconds, Rhaegar hovered above me before leaning down to plant a firm kiss on my lips. Moving his hand over my own, he placed an object in my palm and I squeezed it tight "you can have this back now"
It was the pin.
