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Annie777 - I know it's a bit different! :p but... Jamie may return...maybe... But I am glad Jennisei isn't a Mary Sue so far! Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
The sun rising over the sea woke them both the next morning. Large, fine furs had been pulled over Jennisei's body, keeping her warm through the cold northern night. She could still feel Roose lying behind her and after a few second of relishing in the feeling, he eyes went wide and she sat up in the bed.
His squire would be here soon, knocking on the door and then walking in to see her still here. He'd leave in shock and then run to tell the other squires and maids, or worse, Lord Bolton. The violence tug at the sheets from her sitting it, woke Roose and it took him a second to get used to his surroundings. Looking down at himself and then towards Jennisei, he couldn't resist smiling and grabbing her wrist, tugging her back to him as she moved to get out of bed.
"Where are you going?" He grumbled, his voice heavy with sleep.
"To my room. People will be going to check on us soon." She spoke, pushing herself away from Roose and ignoring the voice that was telling her to fall back into his arms.
"I've barred the door." He spoke slowly and softly tugged on her arm until she fell onto his chest with a small thump. "No one is getting in this room unless I want them too. And as for your room, we can always tell your mother that you spent the morning out riding or practising your target work in the forest." She had to admit, it was believable. It wouldn't be the first time she had done such a thing. Plus, she really didn't want to leave the warmth of Roose's bed just yet.
"Okay, you win." She giggled and let him guide her lips down on to his.
"Let me tell you something..." He trailed off before adding in a sarcastic murmur. "My lady." He took a peice of her hair and curled it around his finger. Roose's features were hard, possibly stuck in that position. She giggled inwardly at her thought and then noticed the small smirk on his lips. "I always win."
"Always?" Jennisei questioned with one eyebrow quirked, walking her fingers up his bare chist before priding him hard in the ribs.
"Always." He managed to last, grasping her small hand in his and kissing her knuckles. "Even against little girls like you."
Jennisei found herself feeling more relaxed around Roose Bolton, the heir to The Dreadfort, than she had around anyone else in the recent years which had passed. She could be herself, unable and not even wanting to hide behind the mask she'd used in the company of so many other people before. She would put on a shy exterior, laughing at their pitiful jokes and putting all the strength she had into not cringing. But with Roose, she never felt the urge to cringe, she just wanted to smile and spend all her time talking to him.
She sounded so stupid. Listen to her, like a sick puppy pining for his attention. Buts it's not as if he was complaining, actually he seemed to be enjoying it if anything. But she didn't want to make him think she was weak, because she wasn't. She liked Roose but she knew already that he would never be the love of her life. Just some easy and nice company while he was hear at Deepwood Motte.
"Well then, if you've won this and I'm to stay." Jennisei started, peppering kisses over Roose's chest and neck. "Then what do you plan for us to do until I'm allowed to leave?" She already knew the answer she would get, which is why she smiled when Roose wound his fist in her tangled ebony hair and yanked her so their eyes met.
"Everything I had you doing last night and more." Roose was well aware that last night she had let him take her like no other man had before. There had been plenty of evidence for that, apart from the obvious, such as the way her hands fumbled and numerous times he had to steady her hands as he placed them on his skin. Jennisei had turned out to be the light in his visit, the entertainment during what would otherwise be a very boring visit to the far west of the North. But soon he would retreat back to the Dreadfort and it would be years, if ever until he seen her again and that was the way they would both like to keep it.
As Roose kissed her and rolled so he held himself over her, she smiled a way which would have taken the strongest mans breath away. "Tell yourself what you wish Lord Bolton." Jennisei chuckled lightly. "Your going to miss me as soon as you get beyond the walls of Deepwood." She was too cocky for her own good and received a swift spank for it.
"Even if that is true, it will not be you who I miss." He growled and any other girl would have pouted with hurt, however she just narrowed her eyes with a grin. "It will simply be your cunt that I crave for." As she laughed, it was interrupted by a gasp as she let him take her again.
Jennisei had been right, squires and maids alike had come knocking but they hadn't been able to get into the room. Roose had actually been right also as, closer to afternoon than morning, she had been able to sneak out of Roose's chambers unseen. She'd made it back to her and changed into her riding gear before going down to the kitchen for something to eat.
"Milady, how many times must I tell you." Delilah, the head cook of Deepwood Motte chuckled when she heard Jennisei sneaking around the baskets of fresh produce.
"Tell me what?" Already with a smirk on her face, her eyes became alight with mischief.
"That it is improper for a lady of your status to be down in the dirty kitchen." The middle aged woman explained.
"My, Delilah, you shame yourself. This kitchen is far from dirty." The retort from the young lady made the chef giggle as she sliced a last carrot into the simmering stew and turned to properly greet Jennisei.
"So, why are you down here at this time Milady?"
"I skipped breakfast to go for an early walk into the woods." She missed out the detailed lie of riding,canoeing that people would've noticed that Winter had not left the stable all morning.
"Ah, say no more." Delilah smiled and pulled a wooden dish out from a shelf before filling it with cheese, meats and bread.
"Thank you." Tearing off a shred of chicken from the bone in the most unladylike manner, she turned to Delilah and thought to herself for a few moments. "Do you mind if I ask you a question?" The older woman shook her head, looking over her shoulder, away from the stove, for a second to let Jennisei know she had her attention. "Once my brother takes his role as The Lord of Deepwood Motte...what will come of me?"
The question didn't fail to catch Delilah off guard, she visible froze for a second and then stuttered as she watched the young lady ripped her bread into smaller bits.
"I am not so sure to be honest, Milady." She managed to think after a while. "Why do you ask such a question?"
"I've been wondering lately. It can't be long now until it happens. In a few years time I will be considered to old to be wedded off to some young heir and mother his children. What will I do?"
"You are thinking about this all wrong Milady, what makes you think you are so old?" Delilah laughed. "You can never be too old to marry. Any man would be lucky to have a wife such as yourself."
"Well...maybe I don't want a husband." Jennisei shrugged, pushing bits of food around her plate. "Maybe I want to travel."
"Travel?" Delilah made sure to keep her face straight not wanting to impose or offend the girl. "Where would you want to travel to?"
"Everywhere." Jennisei answered in a heartbeat. "To the west, the South...the North." She smiled at the thought of seeing the Wall. Her father had always filled her head with stories about the far north. Of Dire wolves and Wildlings, myths about the White Walkers...all of them which were meant to scare her from going into the woods alone as a small child. In reality, the just heightened her curiosity.
"The North? Milady, I've heard the North is no place for a woman." Delilah sighed at the girls underling sense of adventure. When she would listen to the girls dreams as a young child, she hoped she'd grow out of them to avoid disappointment. But as a young adult, she still had her heard set on a life that just could not be for her.
"So? I want to see the Wall." Jennisei shrugged. "And the free cities of Essos."
"Your imagination has no bounds does it Milady." To the chef, she still sounded like a daring 10 year old, but here she was of six and ten, reeling off things she wanted to accomplish for true.
"One day Delilah, one day." Jennisei sighed and then pushed the plate away from her so she could get on her way. "Thank you for the food, I'm forever grateful." She bound her head, seeming almost to mock the chef before leaving the kitchen. Her feet patted on the stone steps up to the courtyard and once she was walking through the hectic bustle of people, one voice stood out.
"Jennisei!" She stopped in an instance and turned on her heel, looking up to the outdoor walk way that went along the second floor of the castle. Her mother stood there, hands on hips and a snarl on her lips.
"Hello mother." She technically sang up to her.
"Where were you this morning at breakfast?" She questioned, curiosity written all over her pale face.
"I went into the wood, I wanted to practice along for a few hours." Jennisei lied with ease.
"What have I told you about going into the forest alone?" Scolding her daughter, Amira rolled her eyes and tutted.
"I'm alive aren't I mother?" The girl lazily held her arms out on either side of herself and turned around slowly.
"Fortunately. Anyway, run along." Jennisei was waved off by her mother and they both went on their way. The sun was shining down on her face, a rare thing in the north and she basked in it. That was until, she rounded the stable and was pulled out of view by a strong hand. She let out a loud gasp but soon a rough hand covered her mouth.
"Shhhh." Lips by her ear hushed her and she relaxed when she recognised Roose. Pulling away from him, she turned and pushed his chest as he chuckled in amusement at her fright.
"Don't do that! You shouldn't scare ladies."
"But I don't see any ladies." Roose smirked in reply and pulled her closer.
"Well aren't you just the gentleman." She smirked and let him kiss her softly. "Not here, someone will see."
"Let them see." He growled, pinning her arms down by her side.
"Roose...stop!" She laughed and pushed his away after a bit of struggling. "What did you want?"
"See me again tonight." He demanded, voice deep and possessive.
"There is a word, My Lord, that should go on the end of that." Smiling, she dared stepping forward and trailing her lips up his neck. She didn't know what had got into her since last night. She loved making him want her, the feeling of someone desiring her as much as Roose did was too good to describe.
"I'm not going to beg you." He laughed fully and took hold of her hip as she softly bit down on the skin behind his ear. "Please." Roose gave in and begged.
"I'll see what I can do." Jennisei breathed near his ear, the hot breath tickling his neck as she stepped away. "Good day, Lord Bolton."
