A/N This is probably a filler chapter, but it's still important to the development of characters and plot line. I hope you enjoy :) As always cheers for all the amazing reviews, I appreciate each and every one of them!
Holding onto Lord Dalton's arm, the light breeze swished through my hair and along the trees of the large green field. All by ourselves the Lord had offered to take me on a stroll after lunch, and although I wasn't in a comfortable position to walk after this morning, I didn't refuse. In fact I found it took my mind of a few things including Rhaegar, and I started to learn new facts about Lord Dalton.
"…I suppose my job is miniscule compared to others, but I manage certain affairs that concern the King" spoke Lord Dalton, as he played with a stalk of grass.
"What kind of affairs?" I asked curiously as my free hand brushed through the tall and almost knee high grass. I knew he had to be in some kind of position of power, as he was sitting close to the King during the jousting tournament "is it anything that could be dangerous?"
"No" chuckled Lord Dalton with a shake of his head. I'm relieved "nothing of the sort. I organise paperwork such as decree's, letters and various other documents"
"That sounds important to me" I said while looking up him with a gentle smile. Why wouldn't he think it wasn't? "But I don't understand, wouldn't that mean you would need to be close to the King? Why do you live so far away in the castle?"
"I don't…" he replied "for the most part I do live in Kingslanding. The only time I come back to the castle is for when I need to visit my mother, and if all things go right…I'll return permanently so that I can look after my family"
Furrowing my brows, I looked down at the bright green grass "Then you'll be giving up everything, won't you?"
"Not necessarily. There's plenty of other positions that need filling, ones that are considerably closer to home. And besides…" he said, turning to look down at me "I'll love my wife more than a simple job in Kingslanding" smiling, I couldn't help the slight blush creeping up my neck. A pure gentleman, Lord Dalton had a certain charm about him and I by no means didn't like it.
Continuing on our walk, we started to head back as we had wandered further out than we were supposed to "I heard the King has announced a hunt tomorrow, in celebration of the Princes victory. Will you be joining?"
"Yes" he replied with a nod "it'll be an honour. I believe your brothers and father are going as well. Hopefully we'll be lucky on our trip" smiling, I just hoped no one is injured. Walking a few steps, I asked with a pause in my words "…would you – tell me about your family" I wasn't sure if it was the right time yet to be asking, but at least we had privacy.
"Of course…" he smiled "I have a younger sister, Ella. She's married with four children – all of them boys" he said with a chuckle. Immediately I admired his sister, I couldn't imagine what it would be like having four boys. I know for a fact that my three brothers stress my mother too no end – especially when they reached the years of skirt chasing "and my mother, well she can be stern at times but I think she'll like you very much" he started before looking away from me, I could feel his emotions shift to that of grief "my father on the other hand – he died early this year…truth be told it's a part of what prompted me start searching for a companion"
Biting my cheek I had a pang of regret for asking, but I suppose I was bound to find out sooner or later "…I don't mean to offend you in any way, but how come you didn't marry sooner?" I asked. It's unusual that someone, especially an only son, wasn't married with children at a young age.
Walking, Lord Dalton didn't answer straight away and immediately I knew something was wrong. Staring at the far distanced tents, he glanced down before replying "I was married once before, when I was in my youth I suppose" pausing he continued "…but she died, during child both…they both did"
With those words my heart throbbed and my chest became tight, and I hated myself for ever thinking a bad thought or action about the man standing next to me. He's been though something so horrific, and now with the loss of his father I'm sure he hurts even more "I'm sorry…for asking"
"It's alright…none of it was your fault" he said. Breathing a light sigh, Lord Dalton came to a stop in the grassy field before taking my hand in his "…although we've only known each other for a matter of days, I've grown fond of you. It may seem wrong and I understand – but I have feelings for you Mileena. One's that I hope may, one day, be reciprocated"
Listening intently to his words, I absorbed each and every one of them. His confession was sudden but not unexpected, and in fact I had been waiting for it. Although as he spoke, Lord Dalton's words had triggered a name to my mind and it was Rhaegar's. It had caused me to think about what I had let him do to me this morning and the days before. I think about how that could change everything, including my relationship with Lord Dalton. If he were to ever find out and know the truth of my adultery, I know he wouldn't be looking at me the way he is now.
"You're not who I thought you would be" I said with a brief glance to the ground "but my father was right when he said you're a good and honest man. I realise your affections for me and I do hope to return them – but I'm young"
Standing still, his green eyes peered into mine and I hoped he understood what I was referring to – not young as in specific to age, but more the whole word in its entirety of meaning. Young as in I have yet to experience the world. Young as in I need more time and also, without him ever knowing – young as in I was stupid and ignorant enough to let a man who isn't my husband bed me.
"I understand" said Lord Dalton with a nod of his head "and I'll wait" smiling with gratitude, he held his arm out for me and we continued on to the tents.
Sitting on one of the lush cushioned chairs, I threaded the needle through the fabric I had stretched into my embroidery hoop. Humming to myself, I had become quite comfortable in my own detailed world that I hadn't noticed father making his way into the tent "What are you making?" he asked.
Startled at the closeness of his voice, I winced as the tip of the needle stabbed me in the finger; a bead of blood forming. Looking up, I wiped the blood off on the skirt of my dress "It's for Lord Dalton…it's a golden hawk" I said while showing him the design.
"I'm sure he'll like it" giving me a brief smile, it had suddenly gone silent. There was no one in our tent except for us, as Lyanna and my brothers were out watching the sword fighting. Sighing, father stood not far in front of me as I stared down at my embroidery "…your mother spoke to me about what you had told her. That you'd be willing to accept Dalton's proposal, is it true?"
Nodding my head, I gained the courage to look up – so that's why he's here and standing stiff "We talked today about it, me and him. He told me about his affections and his family – about what happened" I swallowed the dry lump that had formed in my throat "…he said he'd wait for me – until I was ready"
Scratching the stubble on his chin, father sat down at the kitchen table "I'm glad you took the time to talk to him, to follow my advice" said father "it gives me peace of mind and it should for you as well" nodding my head, I agreed "…good" taking a moment, father then stood up. But before he left, he turned to look at me "I am proud of you Lina…proud to call you my daughter" smiling, his words have always meant a lot to me.
"Thank you Papa" even though I don't deserve it.
"And don't forget to make your way up to the hall" he added, turning around just at the entrance of the tent "you don't have to stay the entire night, but it would be nice to have you there for a short while"
"Don't worry, I'll be there" nodding his head, Lord Whent and the King had prepared a feast as good luck for tomorrows hunt – not that it would be much help, as no doubt the wine will have its toll come morning.
Leaving me alone to my devices, I sat in the lush chair staring down at the golden falcon as I continued to sow. Soon, another hour had passed and it was getting rather late. The sun had gone down and night was quickly taking over. I could already hear the men and woman laughing outside the tent, as they started to head up to the castle. I should probably start getting ready, it'll take me at least an hour; especially since I don't have Fillis to help me.
Hopping up from the chair, I sat the embroidery down before making my way to the wardrobe in the shared room. Opening it up wide, I flickered through several of my dresses until I came across one I had handmade myself. Ankle length, the skirt flowed nicely down my legs while the top hugged my curves, the sleeves were also long and it was made of a luscious dark navy blue fabric; almost black when in certain lighting.
Picking it out, I made sure that no one else had come into the tent. Undressing from my previous gown, I got redressed and tied the laces of my bodice. Untying my hair, I left some of my dark brown locks flowing over shoulders while adding a few braids running along either side of my head.
"Lyanna?" pulling up my last thigh high stocking, I recognised the voice – it was Robert.
Pushing down my dress, I got up from the edge of my bed and wandered out into the open space Standing with his back to me, he spun around at the sound of my voice "Lyanna's not here, I think she's already gone to the hall" I said with a kind smile on my face.
"Has she? Oh, well I was just on my way and I thought I might walk her. It seems she beat me to it" he said with a manly chuckle. Standing well dressed, Robert is fairly average height and young with short black hair and stubble – all the typical traits of a Baratheon. Silent, he glanced around and realised we were alone "…would you like to walk with me instead?"
I suppose that wouldn't be too bad of an idea, but I don't know if Lord Dalton will be coming. He didn't say anything to me about it while we were walking. I suppose he'll just have to forgive me if he does show and I'm not here. Smiling, I nodded "That would be nice. I just have to put my shoes on…" quickly walking off, I strapped on my black shoes before coming back out.
Making our way out of the tent, we began the long walk together; along through the city of tents and up beside the trail of lit torches, the grand castle of Harrenhal waiting for us in the distance "I haven't seen much of you since the tourney started. I feel as if I've been rude" spoke Robert.
"Not at all…and besides, I know you enjoy Lyanna's company much more than mine" I said with a hinted grin. Chuckling, his blue eyes lit up at just the sound of my sister's name. I know he truly adores and might even love her.
"I won't argue with that" he said with a smile.
Entering through the gates of the castle, the music echoed about the stone walls along with the bellowed laughter of men and woman. Standing outside the doors, the familiar gold armoured soldiers guarded the entrance with blank faces. Passing by, the strong scent of roast beef and wine filled my nose. Brightly lit with several candles, the atmosphere was just the same as the first feast if not more vibrant.
"There she is" I said pointing to Lyanna as she skipped and danced with Ned on the dancefloor; a wide smile on both of their faces.
"Would he mind?" asked Robert as he gestured to Lyanna. Shaking my head, he nodded with a smile before heading off to join my sisters side.
Standing for alone for a moment, I noticed a figure coming to stand by my side and I turned to see it was Lord Dalton; dressed handsomely as always "You made it" he said with a smile "I was just about to go see where you were" gesturing with his cup, he asked "would you like to dance? I'm not the best, I admit, but I'll be willing to give it a go if you are…"
Thinking about, I thought why not "I would love to dance…" nodding his head, Lord Dalton placed his cup down before taking my hand in his; warm and soft. You could tell he'd never done anything gruelling during his life. Following in his lead, we entered onto the dance floor and he twirled me with his hand. Placing his hand on my waist and mine on his shoulder, we went back and forth with the sway of the music.
Dancing to three songs in total, to say I was exhausted is an understatement. Circling Lord Dalton as part of the dance, I had noticed out of the corner of my eye that a certain man had yet to take his gaze from me. He'd been watching for some time.
Sitting beside Elia, Rhaegar drank from his cup; his deep eyes connected with mine as I had found the courage to look at him. Feeling the smile leave my lips, I became excruciatingly aware of his obvious staring. Looking back to Lord Dalton I tried to block Rhaegar from my mind. I'm here to enjoy myself, not be intimidated.
Placing both of his hands on the sides of my waist Lord Dalton lifted me up, before turning to place me down on the other side. Joining our hands together, I spun around before my back was against his chest. Feeling his arms circle to hold me, I then turned to face him again. Taking a step away from each other, he bowed and I curtsied; signalling the end of the dance. My chest rose up and down and a very thin sheen of sweat had formed on my body.
"Would you like to sit down?" asked Lord Dalton with a chuckling smile on his lips.
"That would be much appreciated…I'm exhausted" I said with a short laugh. Nodding his head, we took a seat at a vacant space. Once I had eventually caught my breath and I had settled down, a grumble from my stomach told me that I had yet to eat. Taking a few grapes from the fruit bowl in front of me, the meat wasn't appetising at the moment; my stomach still in a stitch from dancing.
Biting into the juicy flesh, the fruit was nice and sweet. Taking a sip of wine from my new cup, I looked to see Lord Dalton gazing at me as if I were the nicest thing he'd ever seen; a look of almost adoration and fascination "Even when you're flushed and frazzled, you still manage to look beautiful" feeling a wave of warmth rush into my cheeks, I smiled to cover up my embarrassment. I almost found it funny as to how childish I was reacting, considering my latest actions – but then again, Rhaegar has never said such a thing to me.
"Thank you. That's very kind of you to say" I said with a wide and genuine smile. Taking another sip of my wine, I hoped it might take away the fluttering feeling his compliment gave me "…I think you're a good dancer, despite what you might think" I wanted to repay the compliment, but I couldn't exactly call a man beautiful in front of everyone. I think I'd embarrass him.
"I'm glad you think so. You and I might have to do it more often then" nodding in agreement, I ate a few more grapes to fill the void in my belly. Hearing a loud but gentle group of laughs, I turned to see what the commotion was when I saw them – my mother and father. They were actually dancing together and having fun. Laughing along with the others, it seemed all the couples were now on the dance floor.
Watching, my eyes drifted along the few familiar faces until I had found one that stood out from all others. Dancing with his wife, Rhaegar held her close; his strong hands caressing her delicate hips as they navigated the dancefloor. The pang in my heart was made by jealousy, but the one I felt all over was of hurt. Smiling down at her as she smiled up, I could see their lips move as they uttered words I'd never know – probably one's of love and sweet nothings.
Diverting my attention, I turned to face Lord Dalton "Would you tell me more about yourself?" I questioned as he drank from his cup. Pausing, he pulled it away "have you been anywhere exciting?"
"Exciting…" he hummed "I've been many places…including Winterfell, but I was only a boy back then" he said before continuing "I have ventured to Dorn on a few occasions, one of them being the marriage of Prince Rhaegar and Elia Martell" he nodded. It seems even in my efforts to divert from the topic and avoid him, his name is still mentioned "…and I've been to Essos"
Essos, a great land over the Narrow Sea. Immediately my head became filled with the stories I had read in the library. Tales of Dothraki men with their towering horses and sharp blades, and the elite soldiers of Astapor called the Unsullied. I was thrilled to know I'd met someone who had been farther than I probably ever will.
"Where?" I asked, eager to learn more.
"All over, including Quarth. They say it's the greatest city that ever was or will be. I do admit, it's very luxurious and filled with things I've never seen before" said Lord Dalton with a nod. Leaning further forward at his every word, he paused before announcing "you're very adventurous…normally woman don't like to hear about other places or boring adventures – but you do"
Leaning away, I was startled by his words. Was he angry about the fact, or pleased? "I suppose it's interesting…to know about things you've only ever read about. To know for a fact if it's real or just a made up tale…" like the horrific description I had heard about Rhaegar, with his supposed scaly skin and claws – the Prince turned out be nothing of the sort.
"It's an endearing quality to me…you don't need to be shy about admitting it" said Lord Dalton. Pausing, I was relieved to hear that. At least I wouldn't have to worry about hiding my fascination "…do you read many books?"
Nodding my head, I answered "I spend most of my time up in the library tower. I mostly read true stories about the world or people, but I sometimes read fiction"
"Are you reading anything now?"
"Yes…well I was, I left it at home – it's called A Tale of Strange. Have you read it?" I asked before taking another small sip of wine. It seems to of have settled me down.
Shaking his head "I can't say that I have, but the title makes it sound interesting. I suspect it's adventurous?"
"Very" I said with a smile. Feeling the outside world fade away from me, I had focused on Lord Dalton the entire night and no one else. It was nice to finally be able to talk to someone who understood me on a personal level – for that person to know what I like. It's refreshing.
Talking for hours on end, it had come to my attention that the feast was getting rather quiet and dull, and there were less people around us. Taking a brief glance, I noticed my brothers Benjen and Brandon passed out with their heads on the tables, and the rest of my family were missing; probably back at the tents. The King and Queen were also gone along with Rhaegar and Elia. I had been so wrapped up with my conversation that I hadn't even noticed until now.
"I think it's getting rather late. I should make my way home" I announced before getting up from my seat. Wobbling slightly, it wasn't near as bad as the first feast. I think I should be alright.
"Please, let me help you. I don't want you getting injured on your way" walking around the table, Lord Dalton wrapped an arm around my waist while holding my hand with the other. Not protesting, I thought his offer might be safest – I don't want to fall at the wrongs man's feet again.
Guiding me out of the great hall and through the gates, we followed the line of torches. Breathing in the fresh air, it was crisp and relieving. I feel more stable now, less light headed. Continuing our walk back I tried to strike up a conversation "Did you enjoy your night?"
"With your company, very much so. I'm not one for attending such occasions, I could never really enjoy myself. Everyone seems to be too interested in becoming intoxicated, but with you it's different. You somehow make it all bearable" he said with a smile, making me blush.
"You certainly have a way with words" I said with a small laugh, trying to cover up my embarrassment.
"Do I?" he teased.
Nodding, I replied "You always manage to make me blush, and feel as if I'm the centre of the world with just a few words. The things you say, there so beautiful…it makes me wonder if a childish girl like myself deserves a good and decent man like you" looking down, my eyes trailed along the worn in grass below our feet.
"Why would you think you don't?" he questioned. I could feel his emerald green eyes on me "believe what you will my lady, but you're not a childish girl – you're a beautiful woman. A woman who has character and integrity. You're not a clone like all those others in Kingslanding"
"…You think I have integrity?" I asked with a frown, although I knew he couldn't see because it was dark and my head was bowed. On any other day before I had met Rhaegar, I would have most certainly agreed. I was an honest woman and I did have morals, but they were swept away by a forbidden act that both haunted and pleasured my dreams.
"You've never led me to believe otherwise" looking up, I smiled – but it didn't reach my eyes. Standing just outside of the large Stark tent, it was dark and somewhat cold. Everyone is seemingly asleep as there were no lights illuminating from the inside.
Pausing, my fingers fiddled with my sleeves before I finally uttered "I should go inside…"
"Goodnight my lady" spoke Lord Dalton with a nod, but before he turned to leave I grabbed his arm in a gentle hold; enough to make him stop. Stepping forward, butterflies had filled my stomach as I leant up to place a kiss on his lips. Feeling his hand graze against my cheek, he started to kiss back and after a few heated seconds I pulled away.
"…Goodnight…" I whispered slightly breathless. Keeping my head down, I turned and went straight inside of the tent; leaving him probably stunned by my actions. Standing there in the large open area, I waited until he left before heading into the shared bedroom space; Lyanna was peacefully asleep. Getting undressed, I stepped into my night gown and crawled under the covers of my bed – it's been a very long and unexpected day.
