Per everyone thanks for the kind messages - I guess onto hypothetical Season 8 we go!
Edaline wasn't surprised to see her brother's shadow approach the dragon queen's cabin on the ship they boarded heading back.
She was happy for them and tried to not think about the self righteous self sacrificing heroic lust that was probably happening there.
She wondered if Jon and Daenerys would try to be as noble yet fight for control between the sheets like they were in their daily interactions.
Then she regretted it immediately, while being on a larger ship made her less nauseous, any images of her brother as a sexual being just made up that difference.
She went up to get some fresh night air and to get further away from whatever alliances the king of the North, who was still after all her oafy big brother, was forging with the mother of dragons.
She rubbed her stomach where her only connection to her lover lay. She hated not feeling his cool presence this far south.
The blue glittering stars across the black horizon made her think of drowning in his brilliant eyes.
Was he really missing her as much as she missed him?
Was a being of pure ice and winter really capable of loving her as much as she felt he did?
She was so lost in her revere about frozen fingers tenderly stroking her hair and body as she drifted off to sleep under much colder skies, that she barely had a chance to scream when rough hands grabbed her and pulled her overboard.
The whole thing was so quiet and sudden - Eda didn't even open her mouth until a few moments later when she and her captors surfaced near a tiny rowboat, as she watched the ship she was on sail away into darkness as she bit and fought against multiple arms binding her in place.
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He didn't get the best grip on Edaline when he pulled her off the boat - any girl worth her salt that grew up where he did would have at least tried to swim away.
But while this little fish could clearly swim, the change in the buoyancy of the salt water, the smell of it and the way it stung the eyes and nose when you first dove in as the abyss tried to pull you under clearly overtook her.
This was someone used to fresh lakes and water that didn't have any real bite.
He laughed.
Her fear and discomfort amused him and the way her black shift clung to her firm tits was making his cock twitch even in this cold.
The queen said to deliver him the Stark sister alive, she never said about not having any fun with her first.
She looked like a sweet little thing with that pouty mouth and soft round ass.
Almost too pasty and too much cushion for his tastes.
He liked his women lean and hard with nice tight titties and bellies so flat you could eat off them.
But still a beauty in her own right, especially so young and clearly innocent.
He threw her onto his ship and spit the salt water to the side of his bare feet.
Only a dimwit would swim with their boots on.
He was careful to strip down to just his black cotton breeches before he went on this delicate mission his queen assigned him, but he knew by her face she recognized him from the formal meeting earlier.
"I thought you were running as far as your pathetic islands so you could stay safe from the winter Euron Greyjoy"
He twirled his wet mustache and slapped her.
Not hard enough to damage that pretty pouty face, but enough for the bitch to know her place.
"So I will, but the one TRUE queen of Westeros wanted some assurances that while she helps your bastard brother and his whore - they don't come around and stab her in the back. I recon keeping a Stark sister in a cage is a good way to start"