CRASH INTO ME
Chapter 15: Endangering
Gendry
Robert was holding petitions in the Throne Room that morning while Gendry was seated beside him feeling like a useless piece of decoration. The ordeal was synonymous to the first time he ever sat down beside the king to hold petitions as the newly legitimized Crown Prince and heir to the Seven Kingdoms just being his quiet and observant self. Only this time, he wasn't that observant at all. In fact, the petitions that day had started an hour ago but not once had he spoken up nor given any of his famous stellar judgements.
Unfortunately, he'd woken up with an already sour mood that deemed him unapproachable and the reports of his spies scouting the crownlands about the Northern party already being just a day away from the capital didn't even help one bit.
He should have been elated knowing that she was close. However, whatever excitement and anticipation he'd been feeling in the past few days were doused by the haunting thoughts plaguing his mind ever since he opened his eyes that morning. These thoughts were like a tumor festering inside his head, and the more he tried to compartmentalize them, the more they fought back with an intensity far greater than his resolve.
His mind blacked out until all he could recall was a scene of tangled limbs and intense moaning sounds.
And her familiar voice…
Fuck me like an animal, Gendry. I want your tongue inside me. Please…
His dream last night kept playing inside his head, with Dream Arya sitting on top of his face, saying all sorts of dirty delicious things to him, while he fucked her with his skillful tongue.
The memory was so vivid, he could have sworn he could taste the juices dripping down her sopping cunt as she was grinding on his mouth, her thighs straddling the sides of his face. He had been so entranced by her lustful eagerness that he just kept eating her like delicious dessert and impaled her cunt with his lewd tongue, making sure to savor lapping at her creamy slit and sensitive nub.
Seven Hells. Just thinking about it was enough for his cock to slightly tent underneath his breeches as he sat in the Throne Room. The fact that a large group of people was with them at court did nothing to stop himself from helplessly replaying all the filthy things he had dreamt last night.
Is this real? He had asked when Dream Arya appeared in his dream like an apparition, all ethereal and divine in her barely-there white nightgown.
Do you want this to be real, Gendry? Came her sultry voice that was full of need.
And before he knew it, she was already undressing herself and crawling up towards his face until she was sitting on top of it.
He could not get over the moans that were coming out of her. He hadn't even been able to forget that sound the moment he heard it inside her bedchambers when he had touched her for the first time.
And in this almost-real dream of her, she had sounded the same.
Gendry, please don't stop.
That's right. Stick that tongue inside my cunt.
Oh my god, that feels so fucking good.
It's so good, you're making me cream and make a mess of myself.
Gendry had to swallow the thick lump that had formed inside his throat as those words kept replaying over and over.
He could also vividly recall how Dream Arya's cunt was cleanly shaven and bare, the lovely curls from her mound already gone, which was unusual. At the back of his mind, he knew that most ladies from Westeros rarely adhered to the fashion of leaving their cunts bare unless they were from Dorne or Essos—but then again, all he could really focus on were the sounds of her moaning from pleasure.
And he could no longer wait for her to arrive so that he could show her better what he did to her in that dream rather than just explain it to her. After all, he'd never really been good with words. He's very certain that he could show it to her better.
But then he also remembered what had happened next in his dream that made him never want to fall asleep again.
As Dream Arya was enjoying the pleasures of his tongue, he suddenly felt someone else grabbing his rock-hard cock.
It couldn't have been Arya because she had been straddling his face and holding on to the headboard of the bed.
To his surprise, Ylana had appeared in his dream, too. And before he knew it, she was already positioning herself on top of his cock, and forcing herself on him. Without his prior knowledge and consent.
Ylana? Came his shocked question.
Sweetheart, Ylana is here to join us. Dream Arya had explained calmly as she lifted her cunt away from his face. Then she looked at Dream Ylana with dark lust in her eyes. You'll be joining us, won't you, angel?
He knew there was already something wrong with Dream Arya's words.
Because he had been the only one to use the endearments 'sweetheart' and 'angel' to Ylana. And he especially used those endearments in the heat of their fucking frenzy in the past, especially if he was buried deep inside her cunt or ass while she was screaming in ecstasy.
How did Dream Arya come to know of these endearments?
He then noticed Dream Arya crawling towards Dream Ylana as she took Dream Ylana's face in her hands and kissed her with the same intensity as she did everytime she would kiss him, while Dream Ylana continued to impale herself on his still hard cock.
It was so wrong in all aspects, Gendry recalled.
After their kiss had ended, they both looked at him, their arms around each other's waist.
You're going to fuck Lady Arya while I lick her, sweetheart. We're going to make her feel so good… Dream Ylana had said.
Be gentle with me, Gendry. This is going to be my first time. Came Dream Arya's breathy request.
Then the next scene that had flashed in his dreams was of him watching like an outsider from afar. He could see himself sprawled on his featherbed as he fucked Arya's cunt with his cock, her back to him, his hands gripping her hips and her legs spread so wide that her bare cunt was in full view. As he continued to ram his cock inside Arya's tight wet cunt, Ylana's tongue was greedily licking Arya's sensitive nub and then spitting on it to allow more lubrication for his cock to drive deeper into her core.
The sensation of being fucked and licked at the same time drove Dream Arya so crazy, he could remember the pleasure emanating from Arya's face as she not only reached her climax, but also squirted all over the sheets. Her moans were screams of ecstasy as she rode out her orgasm, and it would be forever etched in his memories.
But then again…
Fuck no.
Everything still seemed so wrong, he had decided.
His dream wasn't supposed to end up with the three of them enjoying each other—
"Gendry? What do you think of Ned's suggestion?" He was broken from recalling his dream sequence when he heard the loud voice of his father.
He blinked a few times to remind himself to go back to the reality.
"Sorry, father. What were you asking?" He asked, clearing his throat.
He didn't know what made him all the more pissed off.
Maybe he was pissed off because his dream turned out to be a fucking nightmare, added to the fact that he could no longer get off now without having to remember said dream last night that involved Dream Ylana forcing herself on him.
He badly wanted to punch something and his father's booming voice was not even helping.
He must've been wearing his brooding expression because his father was suddenly asking him, "What's gotten you so pissed, lad? You look like you want to kill someone."
Gendry surely didn't want to open up to anyone at that moment.
But his father had to prod further, "Are you alright, my boy? You've always been so interactive while holding petitions with me, but you look like you're being spirited away to some far away place right now. I mean, your constant brooding I'm already aware of. But something's just out of sorts today." Robert observed.
Gendry swallowed, his throat suddenly feeling parched.
He wanted to be a dick to his father. But Gendry knew that Robert was just showing his concern for him.
So he replied with a "My apologies, father. May I be excused?"
Robert gave him a soft look. "Of course, son. You've been working too hard. Take a rest and go see Samwell for some concoctions to help you with whatever you are feeling before we all suffer your moods and tell all of us to fuck off again."
He gave his father a grateful nod before motioning to stand up.
Damn him to the Seven Hells, he couldn't even function as the crown prince that day.
"By your leave, father and Lord Stark." Was all he said before walking away from the throne.
But before he could completely leave the Throne Room, and given the loud voice of his father, he could hear his father muttering to Lord Stark about something like, "I can't wait for Arya to arrive in King's Landing, Ned. I believe she's the only one who can extinguish the fiery tempers of my bull-headed son. He's been acting all moody like a bitch ever since he returned here without your daughter."
His blood had already been hot that day, so instead of going back to face his father and tell him to fuck off, he exited the Throne Room and passed by the courtyard to head straight to his secret spot.
The sight of the bay instantly calmed him, added to the fresher air he was breathing as opposed to the congested atmosphere in the Throne Room.
He was seated on the thick ledge of the balcony, one of his knees propped up as his back was resting on the stone wall.
Closing his eyes, remnants of his dream came back again—of how he had wanted to protest Ylana's advances to no avail since he couldn't seem to find his voice in his dream, and how she had continued to force herself on him, anyway.
For the first time in his life, he had never felt so violated. Even if it was just a dream.
It had been all kinds of fucked up and he had never been happier to wake up that morning.
"Goddammit!" He hissed a curse through gritted teeth, running his hands through his face.
He had never been more grateful in his decision to never involve himself in that kind of sexual activity again. Because he didn't want to share Arya with anyone else, not even in his dreams.
He was devoted only to her and the thought of being with another woman, even if Arya was there, didn't sit well with him. He was no longer interested in hedonistic, mindless fucking with any woman he deemed desirable in bed.
Finally taking one last deep breath and releasing a heavy sigh, he headed back inside.
And instead of finding Sam for some concoctions out of fear of being given something that would put him to sleep again, he went to the kitchens to seek out Hot Pie so that he could let him cook something that would ease the heaviness he was feeling.
It always worked with food, most especially Hot Pie's cooking.
After having had his fill of Hot Pie's specialty cooking, he stayed in the kitchens for the rest of the day as he helped his friend prepare food for supper. Helping in the kitchens always worked to his advantage because he had already learned a lot about the fundamentals of cooking and baking that might someday be useful for survival.
Hot Pie
Hot Pie wasn't entirely certain why Gendry was suddenly dragging him out of the kitchens after they finished preparations for supper that evening. What had him even more surprised was when Gendry had kindly requested for the maids to have a portion of the supper and baked pastries they prepared that afternoon, including wine and ale, be brought to Gendry's chambers.
If he didn't know any better, it seemed like Gendry was about to hold a small feast for them but inside his bedchambers. His friend must be in one of his moods because Gendry had done the same thing when he knew that he was going to be betrothed to someone he did not know. It pissed him right off and the poor lad didn't even have anyone else to express his displeasure, save for Hot Pie.
Gendry had really been miserable that time but he was too polite to be an asshole to King Robert because, well, he was Gendry. He could be moody as fuck but he never really hated his father like that. In fact, Hot Pie knew that Gendry cared about his father, especially his health, because he'd notice Gendry oftentimes taking over the king's duties.
But Gendry's misery that night didn't have the same intensity as when he was forced into a betrothal. No, this was something that Gendry refused to discuss this time. The only thing he'd told Hot Pie was his refusal to fall asleep that night, and instead of succumbing to sleep, he'd rather keep vigil.
Hot Pie knew it was a shit idea because knowing Gendry all these years, he'd inevitably get drunk, and then suddenly fall into a deep sleep that even the cacophony of his father's voice could not rouse him.
Hot Pie wasn't even surprised to see Gendry urging Ser Arys to use his time off from his Kingsguard duties to join them in their drinking spree, telling the Kingsguard that he was asking him not as the prince, but as his friend.
Apart from Ser Arys and Hot Pie, Gendry had also invited Podrick to drink with them. So now it looked like they were having an informal stag party of some sort, enjoying wine, ale and his pastries as good friends, without any regard for ranks or positions.
What could be Gendry's reasons for suddenly deciding to drown himself with wine that night? Maybe it had something to do with his betrothed. After all, Gendry told him the Northern party was expected to arrive in the Red Keep tomorrow morning.
That being said, Gendry should be happy they're to arrive tomorrow, right? But why did his friend look so miserable that evening?
Maybe he had a fight with his betrothed or something. A minor conflict that had something to do with Princess Ylana's presence in the Red Keep, perhaps? Maybe his betrothed was jealous and angry that the Princess tried to seduce Gendry (yes, Gendry had opened up to Hot Pie about Princess Ylana's intrusion in Gendry's bedchambers and Hot Pie decided that he didn't want to be as handsome as Gendry because apparently, Princesses and Ladies would constantly fight for his attention and Hot Pie didn't like that. The drama was too much for him).
But then again, that wouldn't add up because he just remembered Gendry telling him that his lady love had already been made aware of the incident, and albeit the expression of her displeasure and subtle jealousy, she had made it clear to Gendry that she was not afraid of losing him should he decide to cheat on her (that statement had made Hot Pie like her all the more).
So, what could it be this time?
One thing was for certain, though. Hot Pie knew how this Lady Anya Stark (no, Lady Arya Stark, rather. After remembering how Gendry had corrected him) had his friend so utterly fucked. Like, he could tell how Gendry's got it so bad for her.
Case in point: how Gendry's ears would turn so red whenever Hot Pie would tease him about her; how Gendry would subconsciously bring up Lady Arya Stark in their conversations; telling him all the little things he knew about her like how she was the only girl he knew who wrote with her left hand that's why her handwriting was shit.
And because of that, Hot Pie couldn't wait to finally meet the enigmatic Lady Arya Stark, who's got his friend Gendry so helplessly in love.
Hot Pie then wondered if Gendry had already realized for himself how in love he was with Arya Stark. But Hot Pie deduced Gendry might not have realized that yet considering how his friend could be a stupid idiot sometimes with his constant internal denials. Yeah, Gendry was bullheaded like that. He sometimes didn't know what things were like such as love. Sure, Gendry had some flings with all these pretty, seductive girls before, but he wasn't really as lovesick as he was with Lady Arya Stark right now.
Besides, Gendry never really learned how to bake pastries just to impress all the other girls he had a fling with before. But with Lady Arya Stark, Gendry would sometimes sacrifice a large portion of his time per week perfecting his lemon cake and cream puff recipes, recalling the time when Gendry had shared to Hot Pie how Arya loved cream puffs and lemon cakes (Poor Podrick even gained a bit of weight being Gendry's official taste tester because Hot Pie got fed up eating most of the bad batch he'd made in the past). Thank the gods Gendry was able to improve his baking skills in a short span of time. And Hot Pie attributed it to his benevolent guidance.
So, given all the above symptoms, Hot Pie was finally convinced that Gendry had never been in love before and right now, he's just head over heels for Lady Arya.
Maybe he should just tell his poor friend already how he's obviously showing signs of being in love.
Or on second thought, perhaps he'd just simply let time and fate do their course.
Anyway, there's nothing more interesting than being a first-hand spectator to this blossoming love story.
So Hot Pie therefore decided that Gendry indeed had to realize his feelings himself.
As for him, he would have his favorite hot tea and his scrumptious tea cakes ready. Maybe he'd even invite Podrick with him to witness their progress.
One thing's for certain, though. Hot Pie already knew what kind of cake he would be baking for Lady Arya Stark and Gendry's wedding.
Arya
She hadn't been able to get the sleep she badly needed that night so it wasn't a surprise that she had woken up before the sun had even risen.
Arya was not entirely sure if it was her sudden nerves or the uncontrolled excitement of finally getting to see Gendry's handsome face again after months of being apart that kept her mostly awake. Maybe it was a mixture of both because for some reason, there was still that feeling of foreboding in her gut telling her that something was just off.
For good measure, and to give herself something to work on rather than dwell on her baseless apprehensions, she got herself ready for the final leg of their travel towards the Red Keep. Since the weather was already getting more humid and hotter on this side of Westeros, she donned on some light clothing consisting of her riding boots, dark breeches and a white tunic. Her hair was kept in a messy bun and she removed all the jewelry that her mother had made her wear during the trip.
She also had her small brown leather satchel strapped across her body which was hidden underneath her tunic that held all her travel essentials, including the letters she received from Gendry. Since she couldn't trust the fact that his letters wouldn't get lost or stolen in one of her trunks, she made it a habit to stuff it inside the leather bag she carried with her at all times.
They had to kill her first before this bag can be parted from her person.
Finally, she hid the dagger that Gendry gave on its sheath inside one of her riding boots while Needle was sheathed safely on her belt.
Her mother had been telling her she had to wear one of her finer dresses at least for the rest of their trip to the castle and be secured inside the wheelhouse, but Arya blatantly disregarded all of these demands. Obviously, her mother was doing this all for the sake of appearances, but Arya knew that Gendry never really cared much if she paraded herself inside his castle dressed like a boy.
Gods, she just wanted to get this over with so that she could finally be alone with him.
Before she could even think about touching herself to thoughts of him, Nymeria broke her lecherous reverie when she started scratching the door, signaling that it was time for her daily morning hunt.
Their party was staying at an inn for the evening and she was given the room with a single bed on the top floor.
Arya finally obliged her direwolf and opened the door, "Off you go, Nymeria. Don't go too far. We're leaving at first light." She told her direwolf.
Nymeria gave her hand a lick before running outside the inn for her hunt.
Arya, on the other hand, made her way towards the kitchens to try to see if she could order a meal before everyone else from their travel party woke up.
As she passed by the still nearly deserted dining area, she noticed two men already enjoying what looked like breakfast and a hot cup of tea.
She wasn't entirely sure if these men were one of the Tyrell guards or if they were just another of those travelers staying at the inn because they were not wearing anything in particular that would distinguish which noble house they worked for.
Either way, she still made her way towards them to ask, "Good morning, kind gentlemen. Is the kitchen already serving breakfast this early in the morning?"
One of them, who could only be a few years older than her, was the one who responded good-naturedly with an accent she couldn't place, "Why, yes. You can head straight to the kitchen to find the cook and tell him what you would like to order and he'll have it done for you."
Arya noticed that he had distinct dark blue eyes and dirty blonde hair that was tied in a knot on top of his head.
The other man seated across the blue-eyed, blonde haired man with a clean-cut brown hair and green eyes added, "They serve good meals here at an affordable price, too. I would highly recommend you try their bacon and potatoes." He winked before smiling.
Arya smiled back appreciatively. "Why, thank you so much to both of you, and have a good day."
The men nodded before they resumed consuming the rest of their respective meals.
She continued walking farther into the belly of the inn, she was certain that the men were already out of her earshot and vantage point.
The atmosphere only grew more somber, but Arya took into account that it was still a few hours shy of sunrise.
Before she could reach the entrance to the kitchens to find the cook, someone grabbed her shoulders frantically.
"Please. You have to help me." A hushed but panicked voice told her, "There's these men who are after me!"
The voice was owned by a young girl with long brown hair. She had a horrified look on her face as her hands traveled to the front of Arya's tunic, fisting them in a death grip.
"Who's after you?" Arya asked her, trying to read more into the girl's expression.
But before the girl could give her a reply, they both heard footsteps coming from a darker corridor of the inn heading towards their direction.
The girl didn't answer her question and instead bolted straight towards an exit door at the back of the inn, leaving Arya dumbfounded for a few seconds before she herself found a secluded corner where she could hide when these men passed by.
As soon as the men finally went outside the inn to run after the girl, Arya silently followed them until she located them at the backmost part of the inn. She hid behind a pillar so that she could assess the situation first.
It looked like three, no four, men were surrounding this girl who clearly was in distress because she already looked so disheveled. Her long brown hair was unbound, which almost hid her face. The girl looked like she was around Arya's age judging from what little she could make out of her young face and she had a certain beauty in her.
Maybe these men were here to take her and god forbid, rape and assault her.
She suddenly felt pity for the girl and Arya decided she wanted to save this girl from these men. She was hoping she could manage all four men given her training and rescue the girl before her family noticed that she was gone.
Two of the men lurched towards the helpless girl as they took each of her arms with their brutish strength and dragged her towards a thick expanse of tall trees. As it was still a bit dark outside, Arya doubted if someone else was able to witness this commotion.
If she was also not mistaken, the wooded area where the men had dragged the poor girl would eventually lead to the shore. She remembered Loras telling Sansa about it last night when they arrived at this inn.
Arya carefully went after them before she made sure that no one else was following her. She used the marks left by the girl's shoes on the dirt to keep track of where they'd gone.
After a few minutes of her careful tracking, she finally got herself out of the woods and into the shore where they were now trying to strip the girl off her clothes.
"Help!" The girl screamed as she tried to wriggle herself away from her captors, "No! Please don't touch me!"
Arya soundlessly drew Needle from her belt.
"Don't hurt her or I'll fucking kill all of you!" She announced.
They all stopped what they were doing and turned towards her.
"Look what we got here, lads. Another pretty face we could fuck." One of the men said, giving Arya a lascivious smile.
At her sudden intrusion, Arya gave the girl one look as if signaling her to stand up and escape from the clutches of these men while she was going to distract them further.
The girl seemed to have read her subtle signals because she was able to free herself while the men were still distracted.
She hurriedly ran towards Arya's side while Arya stood in front of the girl protectively.
"Stay close." She whispered as the girl only nodded.
The men were still smiling at them wickedly as Arya's sense of foreboding came back.
She was already expecting all of the men to start attacking her, but they only stood there without even drawing their weapons out as they shared a knowing look, which was directed towards the girl standing behind her.
Arya used this moment to look around and finally have a closer look at the girl and to her surprise, the girl was no longer cowering behind her back and instead, she was standing straight with her nose held high. She was a lot taller than her, Arya realized.
There was something sinister with the way she was looking at Arya that gave her bone-chilling gooseprickles. It could only be the expression of a mad man, and she only knew of one other person who wore that look of pure evil.
Run. It's a trap! Her mind screamed. But she was suddenly frozen in terror.
And before she could flee from danger, the girl gave her a sharp punch in the abdomen that made her fall on her knees.
It fucking hurt like the Seven fucking Hells, she couldn't even let out a cry for help as she doubled over on the sand. She was heaving so hard, her breathing was all she could hear for a few seconds.
Before she lost her consciousness, all Arya could make out was loud cheering from the same men who tried hurting this girl and the words, "Well done, Myranda. You are indeed one fucked up actress."
Gendry
Gendry was woken up by Hot Pie violently shaking his shoulders, his voice penetrating his ear drums, he could've sworn he'd be deaf if he didn't fucking stop shouting. "Wake the fuck up, Gendry! Wake up!"
He blinked away his sleepiness. From what he could read from Hot Pie's grave expression, Gendry instantly knew that something was wrong.
He immediately sat up from where he had been sleeping, which was on the floor of his sitting room surrounded by large pillows. And given his half-naked state, he knew that he had been piss drunk last night that he must have taken off his tunic somewhere between his drunken state.
"Goddammit, Hot Pie. This had better be worth waking me up for. What in the seven hells is wrong this time?" He cursed, wincing from the headache that was about to get worse.
"Your Grace." Came the familiar accent he already knew too well.
Given his hungover state, he honestly hadn't noticed that someone else was with them save for Hot Pie who was being a loud fuck just moments ago.
He finally stood from where he was sprawled on the floor, switching to commander mode in an instant.
"What news, Kael? Aren't you supposed to be watching over the Northern retinue?" He asked Kael, who was one of the spies he'd sent out to look out for them.
"We think that the Lady Arya was taken, Your Highness. Soren sent for me as soon as we noticed she'd gone missing. He's already tracking her down." Came Kael's calm report.
The sleepiness was immediately obliterated from his system the moment Kael broke the news.
"Fuck!" Gendry cursed again, hurriedly picking up his tunic and his boots. "Kael, have the stable boys prepare my sand steed right this instant. And have the Master of War dispatch some soldiers to come with us. I'll see you all in the stables in a few minutes." He ordered Kael who was already on his feet. And just like that, he was gone like the wind.
Gendry had never been faster in putting on his boots.
Podrick and Ser Arys were already awake by the time he realized that they were still inside his chambers. He was even surprised that Ser Arys was already wearing his full Kingsguard armor, knowing that he just had his time off yesterday and drinking with them last night. But the Kingsguard looked unfazed. It's as if he was never drunk last night.
"Pod, please tell my father and Lord Stark that I'm heading out on an extraction mission with Kael to rescue Arya, and that I'm taking some soldiers with me."
Podrick nodded and left right away.
"Ser Arys, you're coming with me." He commanded in which the Kingsguard nodded in understanding.
"Wait, Gendry. You need to prepare your armor first." Came Hot Pie's reminder, his voice hinting some concern.
"I don't have time to don on my armor, Hot Pie. That's why I'm taking Ser Arys with me. He'll be my personal armor—" Then he turned to Ser Arys, "Please don't take offense, Ser." He said politely before looking back at Hot Pie. "I'll be alright, I trust my men with my life. I'll see you later with Arya, yeah? In the meantime, please prepare a meal for us for when we get back. I have a feeling Arya will be hungry when she arrives. I just need to kill first this fucker who's had the sheer audacity to kidnap my girl."
Gendry honestly didn't care for armor that moment, which was already a risk in itself. But he didn't give a fuck, not when he knew that he was already short of time and any second wasted would have Arya in greater danger.
He casually grabbed his warhammer and the sturdy shield he'd made for himself which he'd kept hidden on one side of his featherbed as if his weapons didn't weigh a thing. Then he bolted straight to the stables where Kael and a small retinue of soldiers were already mounted on their horses and waiting for him. Gendry mounted his sand steed with perfect ease, securing his warhammer on the saddle while holding is shield with his left hand.
He then heard Kael whistling a familiar tune and in an instant, his spy's trusted falcon was already flying towards him before it perched itself on his shoulders.
Gendry never for once regretted employing his personal spies considering how efficient they were in tracking people using their falcons.
He watched Kael as he gave his falcon something before it flew off again into the skies.
"I'm going to lead the way, Your Highness." Kael announced.
"Alright. Let's get this over with and rescue my betrothed, Kael."
Gendry had never ridden his sand steed faster in his life as Kael led them towards the eastern coast of the crownlands, following the direction of his falcon.
Arya had better be alive and breathing, and untouched. Or else Gendry would unleash his fury into the world for taking her away from him.
