Sorry again it's been awhile, my 2016 has been very, very bad start to the year. I'm no longer working. After 8 years of being a loyal employee they let me go earlier then they said and a couple of days after my dog, Sassy died. And they are late giving me my paycheck, so now my car payment and a couple of other bills are late. But despite all that's been happening I'm trying not to let effect my writing… So with all that out of the way let's continue! =)

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'Wife? ...' Her mind pause at his statement. Mira didn't have a thing to say at the moment, she was frozen in confusion. But then the realization hit like a sack of potatoes being dropped atop her head, she pushed him away and caused him to trip over her fallen torch. He nearly fell on his back but was able to right himself before that tragedy happened.

"Your 'WIFE'?!" She yelled, her shoulders shaking in caged anger. She stepped forward balling her fist and he backed away respectfully; this time keeping his distance from 'his' Little Mira. "Do you do all your ''wooing" in cells?!"

She was angry Rickard could plainly see that, but if she was just angry at the fact he asked her in a cell then he thought maybe a proper proposal later would tame her slightly. He smirked at his thought, 'I don't want her too tame, where would the fun be in that…'

Mira saw him smirk and it enraged her more, "I'm new to courting, but I imagined less violence and intimidation!" She took another step and attempted to raise her hand to strike, but Rickard's next words stopped her.

"Wars are won and lost in the marriage bed, Mira!" He sternly spoke, stepping up to her. They were about 3 feet apart. He watched her lower her arm. Rickard watched a drop of blood fall from his handkerchief that was wrapped around her injured hand. "Kingdoms too…" he took a half step toward her.

"And I want my own Kingdom…" Mira glared at him quietly, 'she's thinking of it, good…' he thought.

"I'll start with an old and noble house." Another step. She was just watching him now, waiting for him to finish. "With a great keep like Ironrath.." Another half step, he now was a foot from Mira. "It may not be the grandest castle in Westeros… But it's a start." He reached out to stroke her check but Mira stood her ground and just gently brushed his hand aside. He allowed that for now.

"My family would never allow it…" Her intelligent, clever blue eyes glared right at him. "Marrying me won't help you get Ironrath. Asher is still alive and he is the rightful lord…" She calmly stated and then turned away. She hoped that was enough to drop his foolish notion of marriage and for him to leave her now. Her hopes were dashed.

Rickard chuckled, "I'm well aware of the king's Law, Mira." She turned to watch him from the corner of her eyes. She saw the smile leave his face, "You think that hasn't come to mind?" He simply asked brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Mira turned part way to face him. "Two of your brother's are already dead. That idiot Ludd will take care of the rest… mmm One way or another."

He paused, Mira noticed, 'I know Asher has a chance to win..' she thought.

"And it won't take me long to get rid of the harebrained fool myself." He smiled to himself, 'Getting rid of Ludd will be all too easy.' Mira looked down, attempting to deny him again. He cupped her face in his hands. "I'm sorry, Mira…" She looked at him confused. He faked a sad, mourning attitude as he spoke. "NONE of your family will survive…" The blow hit Mira and her guard came down. He could see it in her eyes, but it was only temporary. Rickard let her go. "Ironrath will fall to you… And through marriage, it will become mine." Mira saw reason in his words but she still didn't like it. She glared down at the floor. "A hold fast in the North can only help my ambitions-" Mira snapped cutting him off.

"Until I cut your throat in your sleep!" she stated murderously. Rickard laughed and smiled, eyeing Mira's figure.

"Doubtless you'd try, given half the chance.." He turned deadly serious, "But you won't be…" He stepped the last bit into her face now. "It's fitting our betrothal begins in a cell." He saw the defiance and fear cloud her eyes as he glared down at her. "I'd say it's a perfect symbol for the rest of your life."

Mira was shaking, with what emotion she couldn't tell, but she never turned away from him. "What?! You plan to keep me locked up?!" She yelled; she spat at him unintentionally. He gripped her hair and forced her head back, exposing her neck to him. She hissed in pain and reached to try and untangle his hand from her hair with no luck. His other hand came up and stroked her exposed flesh. He did a throating hum before he spoke.

"Well, perhaps not literally." He gazed his lips over her neck and nibble softly. To Mira it tickled strangely, and she struggled to get loose. "If you play your part and produce my heirs." The hand stroking her neck moved to her back and pulled her flesh to him as he continued to nibble just below her ear. Mira couldn't tell if she was still tickles or what. She was confused and her body was feeling strange. She didn't know what to do or what she needed to do. Mira squeaked, unsure why, but Rickard stopped and smiled upon her neck. He lifted his head to look down at her.

Mira saw a great wide grin plastered upon his face. It just enraged her. 'What are you smiling about?!' she thought. The grip loosened but never left her hair. Her neck was also give a break from being held at that weird angle.

"The murder of a Lannister Guard can't go unpunished. But I can get you out of here, Mira…" His face turned deadly serious again when the clanking of heavy armor footsteps could be heard. Mira could feel tears prinkle her eyes. She didn't want to die, not yet.

"I'm still needed…" she whispered to herself when Rickard looked away to see the feet of the soldiers.

"One word from me, that coal boy takes your place on the block." He said watching them as they came.

"Tom?!" Mira panicked. The grip on her hair tightened and Rickard glared down at her in rage.

"All you have to do is agree to marry me." As he spoke the grip upon her hair and on her back pulled/pushed her to him. "You'll give up your power." She was on her toes. "You'll give up your ancestral home." The tears fell freely, she knew what she had to do. "But you'll be alive. Your bloodline will go on…" He gentle kissed her lips. Mira did nothing for a time. His grip loosed but she continued to allow his kiss. He pulled away. Hand now gentle upon her neck and hip.

Mira saw his eyes now clouded over, "So Mira. What do you say?" Mira paused for a time. The guards were at the door she knew. She knew they had watched Rickard kiss her and waited to either set her free or take her away. She pried to the gods for forgiveness. She thought of the monster she was becoming, but she nodded yes and closed her eyes in defeat.

"Rickard took her uninjured hand and walked out of the cell. "Very good..." Mira allowed him to pull her away. She glared at his back even though tears were running down her face.

'You may have won this battle, my darling Lord, but you have not won the war…'

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