Garl Vinland

Carrying the woman was getting distracting. It was a knights duty to protect those under their charge, to see them come to no harm. It was only natural to carry her with her injury, but as time went on it became clear Genna was starting to take advantage.

Before the fall of his kingdom, his strength at arms and potential as a knight attracted many suitors, all of them held some beauty, many would have been tempting if he hadnt loved Astraea as he did. Astraea held beauty,and purity that was always lauded as a gift given by god himself, but that wasnt what he loved about her.

Her beauty bought her his attention, her kindness bought his love. Her entire life was dedicated to being kind to the masses, providing food and healing miracles to all who came to her. To a knight who relished in violence and brutality a woman of such purity and grace was irresistible.

He had given up everything his family valued, every piece of honor and glory he had earned for himself, just so he could remain with that purity. He lived in a swamp, helping the sick and the abandoned in a sad and humble existence, away from the very life he was raised for.

Astraea had defined everything he had ever done since he was sixteen years old. He loved her, but without her to help him he could not be the kind of person she wanted him to be. He could not live a life of peace, or a life of humbleness.

He proved it when he chased her killer for five years, killing anything that would slow his pursuit. She would have wanted him to stay, to continue to cure the people of the valley of defilement and perhaps one day bring them back from the darkness that defined them. Instead he chose violence, and it failed him.

For five years he wandered in fog, facing demon, monster, and undead alike. All without speaking so much of a word to anyone else, or interacting with another sane being. who was left to speak to him? The world of men had crumbled to almost nothing before he left the swamp, by the time he found the demon slayer the civilized world had been reduced to ash.

Speaking to another person was a privilege he thought was lost long ago, feeling them against him even more so.

The blonde woman had been trying to grab his attention ever since she saw his face two days ago. She had stopped making efforts to preserve her dignity, and let the cloth he had bound to her chest loosen as the journey went on. With every step he made her breasts bounced slighty, and occasionally she tightened her grip on him when he went too fast.

It was worse when they made camp the previous night, she would drape herself across him, muttering some excuse of warmth. The nights here were mildly chilly at best.

Five years without women, and now one with a body made for sin was trying to seduce him. Years of deprivation, of rage and battle all screamed at him to do as he wished, to express all his loss and all his need unto her body, to leave her gasping and wishing for more.

A lifetime of discipline and kindness whispered for him to restrain himself. It was growing harder to listen to it.

Genna POV

Ser Garl had not noticed her body as most men would have. The last attention he paid to her body was when he bound her breasts. As a lady she was pleased he didnt bring attention to her lack of dress. As a woman she was insulted.

She had always been a romantic at heart, her betrothal to Emmon damaged this view, but she, like many girls her age, dreamed of being rescued by a knight in shining armor. Having recently been saved by a knight in shining armor Genna was eager to live out a few of the fantisies her friends had shared with her. Losing her maidenhead to Emmon Frey was not the dream of any girl, and she already had to marry the man.

It only made sense to repay the knight with an evening of passion they would both never forget. She lacked experience, but not imagination. The knight didn't seem the kind of man who was ignored by women either, so he could probably do better than the farm boy she planned to lay with before her marriage.

As Casterly Rock grew ever closer, she grew more and more desperate. Even going so far as to loosen the bindings around her chest, but the man made no mention of it, from her position in his arms it was easy to see his eyes, and they never seemed to draw anywhere but forward.'

It was a blow to her pride when he asked this morning if she could walk, was he so eager to be away from a woman who clung to him so? where the women of his country of such beauty that he could not look at her? Did he have a love already?

Her legs had healed well enough to walk, but she wasn't going to tell him that. He might stop carrying her, might stop giving her a perfect view into those sad eyes as they looked into the distance. Not to mention the lack of footwear she had, she worried of letting the bugs and beasts of the wild touch her feet, or of the pain walking on rocks and the like could cause her.

So she simply told the man she was not yet ready to walk. At least he was polite enough to say nothing against it.

They would reach her home by the morrow, but Genna would see to it that the knight who put a face to her fantasies would notice her charms before the morning came.

Maybe he would even be allowed to guard her bedchamber when he was sworn to the Lannister name.