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Leo and Daerys had been guests at Castle Black for barely a week before they were readying for their departure. For this Layla was incredibly thankful, not because it brought her closer to winning back Winterfell, but that it would put great distance between them and the Queen and her men. The southern lords had taken every opportunity to antagonise the foreigners, and as much control as her brother had, it was not shared by her cousin. Not to mention Daerys constant japing towards the Lord Commander, who neither returned nor enjoyed the banter.
As she packed Daerys sat watching on her bed, having never unpacked there was little he needed to ready. Taenella had offered to assist, but Layla had instead ordered her to entertain the babe.
"I am glad we are leaving," she said, "You are not safe here."
"Why?" Daerys asked, "Because the Lord Commander does not like the way I look at his Lekia's abrazyors?"
"No, because of the Lady Melisandre." She replied, "She's a Red Priestess with an interest in king's blood."
"Ha." Daerys barked with laughter, "Se ao zūgagon syt issa, because some ancestor of mine fucked a Targaryen, or a Targaryen bastard, or a Targaryen bastard's bastard. Tell her I am from Lys, that is our usual excuse."
"She sees things in her fire." Layla said, "I fear she will uncover our secrets."
"Should you not also be afraid, then?" He asked, "Ao emagon dārys's ānogar, closer than I."
"I don't think Melisandre counts Princes of the Summer Isles." She said, absentmindedly, "Though, she does seem to have an all-encompassing definition."
"Is that why you are sending your tresy away?" Daerys asked, "Will he be safe with Lady Alys?"
"He will be safe if he is far away from Melisandre."
"Ao issi nykeā sȳrkta muñnykeā pāre aōhon."
It was the truth, and they both knew it. But she could not let him think he could speak of such things to her.
"Do not speak of her that way." Layla warned, "She is not your mother."
"If your mother had not been a whore we could have wed."
"No." She countered, "It was your father's arrogance, and your cowardice."
"You would have had me ran away with you, leave my muñnykeā se haedor in my kepa's grip." He argued, "And to become what? I hardly think you would have prospered in your travels if you could not seduce men to shower you with their wealth."
"What would you have done if I had?"
"I would have cut down any man who dared to look at you." He promised her, and she did not doubt the truth of his words, "When I had heard you married, I wanted to sail across the Narrow Sea to challenge your husband to a duel for you. But I knew you would kill me if I did."
She did not need to ask how discovered her first marriage, after all, it had been her grandmother she had written to for a dowry. And what a large dowry it was.
"Which marriage?" She asked, "Roderick or Robb?"
"The first. I commend you on the second." He said, "Seducing a king into forgoing his betrothal. Well done, haedora."
"I did not seduce him." She snapped back, "He was an honourable man, who married me because he got me with child."
"And how was that not planned?" He asked, "You, who has always been so careful to take her moon tea."
"We were at war, there was no moon tea." She explained, "And when I could get my hands on some, his mother found out, and told him I was with child."
"He must have been an honourable man." Daerys acknowledged, "Most noble lords would have simply cast you aside."
"Robb was not like most men."
"I can see that."
"I had thought perhaps you had planned to get me with child," she said, "When you took my maidenhead, to force the issue of marriage."
Until he had presented her with moon tea once their tryst was over, ever so gently explaining how their union could never bear any fruit. He may have spoke them, but they were his father's words.
"My father would not have allowed it even if you carried my child."
"I know that now." She agreed, "And even then, I knew that you were to wed a noble lady. But I do not think you would have loved me had I been raised a noble lady." She stated, "You would not have wanted a naive maiden."
"You were a Mittyas riñnykeā when I fell in love with you." Not enough of one for a lord, she thought. "And who says I do not still love you?" He asked, "Issa prūmia iksos aōhon." He told her, bringing her hand to press it over his chest, "Ao?"
"Daor." She replied, pulling her hand back, "You cannot have my heart. It would not be smart."
"And that is all you care about now." He retorted, standing up, looking at her with hard eyes, "Rinitos."
"I am not a child." She snapped back
"No." He conceded, lifting his hand up to cup her cheek, "A zoklitsos now."
"Do you have a wife?" She asked, "You are five-and-twenty, your father would have made you wed."
"Issa kepa morghūltan lanta jēdri arlī." He told her, "I would have come to you, but you were married."
"You should have married me when you had the chance."
"Yes." He agreed, "I would have only you for my abrazyrs."
It took everything on her not to push him from her and expel him from her heart. I have never been your wife, she thought, and I never will be. But he was there, and he was willing, and he was everything she needed.
So she let him press his lips to hers, dropping the cloak to the ground, leaving her in only a shift. Pulling herself from the kiss, she pushed him back down on to the bed. I am a maiden no longer. Grabbing her thighs he pulled her down to straddle his lap, a devilish glint in his eyes.
"Let your hair out." He ordered, and she obliged, allowing the curls to fall free. He loves my hair out.
"Take your shirt off." She ordered back, and he too obliged
Moving his hand under her dress, she gripped onto his shoulder as he slipped his fingers inside of her. He grinned when she let out a moan, practically gleeful that he could still elicit such a reaction from her.
Removing his fingers, he pushed the shift up her body, before she pulled it over her head. Lifting her up, he laid her back down on the bed, standing in front of her with his hungry eyes devouring her body. She had grown into even more of a woman in the five years since he had last seen her body, and motherhood had done little to wear it down.
Pulling at the laces of his breeches, they were soon on the floor, and then his naked body was on her own, and he was inside her. It had been so long since she had been with a man, so she wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him closer as he thrust inside of her.
He buried his head in her neck as he finished, spilling his seed inside of her, whispering sweet words for only her to hear. And for a moment, as she held him in her arms she could pretend that the years had not passed, and she was five-and-ten once more with all her dreams in tact.
"I have moon tea." She told him, "You won't have to worry."
"Maybe I wanted to get you with child." He suggested, rolling off of her, "But that would not be smart."
"No," she agreed, "It wouldn't."
Lekia's abrazyors = brother's widow
Se ao zūgagon syt issa = And you fear for me
Ao emagon dārys's ānogar = You have king's blood
Tresy = son
Ao issi nykeā sȳrkta muñnykeā pāre aōhon = You are a better mother than yours
Muñnykeā se haedor = mother and younger sister
Kepa = father
Mittyas riñnykeā = naive maiden
Issa prūmia iksos aōhon = My heart is yours
Ao = you
Daor = no
Rinitos = little girl
Zoklītsos = little wolf
Issa kepa morghūltan lanta jēdri arlī = my father died two years back
Abrazyrs = wife