Sitting at the window of my room, I'd opened it to allow the unusually temperate breeze to flow into my old room. It was strange now, to be back in Winterfell in general, never mind sleeping inside of my girlhood bedroom. It had changed a bit since I was last in it. Namely Sansa, wanting me to be more comfortable and have my room reflect who I now was, had brought in new furniture.
A writing desk, which was made from beautiful rose wood with silver fixings in the shape of ravens heads. It was quite lovely and the chair that it had come with followed the same patterns as the desk, with the cushions being made from plush black velvet. There was also a new wardrobe now, which matched the desk. But the biggest change was the bed. No longer was it the simple childish bed of before, built to be grown out of, but a bed befitting a grown woman and a princess. It was a large four poster bed, with a canopy of silver draping down all four sides, with a part in the middle on either side, to allow ease of getting into bed. It sat on a raised platform with a set of two steps on either side, to allow you to step up to get onto the bed. The bedding she had also provided was plush and pretty. I hadn't been one for girly things, so the initial bedding she had sent was pretty and functional but not inherently feminine. Although I had been grateful, she had noticed my face fall a split second before I neutralised my expression.
Naturally she had asked me if there was an issue, I had explained that no, not particularly and I didn't want to appear ungrateful but that I had been hoping for something prettier. Sansa had damn near dropped in shock, but the smile that had split across her face had seemed rather ecstatic and then not too long after she had blown into my room like a tornado, her arms full of new bedding that was a mix of beauty and function. The ones I had picked out were what was now on my bed. They were a beautiful pale blue satin with silver embroidered love birds, perched together on a blooming branch. Sansa had asked me why exactly I had picked these ones because they seemed so feminine and delicate. I had told her that I simply liked them and thought they were adorable. She hadn't believed me in a million moons, but to her credit she hadn't pushed.
The truth was I had picked them because of what they reminded me of, or rather who they reminded me of. Rubbing at my chest at the twinge of pain that I felt there, I sighed and looked over at the sheets of my bed. The blue of them were almost identical to the colour of a pair of eyes that haunted my dreams. A pair of eyes that belonged to him and the lovebirds reminded me of a gift given on an anniversary. Glancing over at the large and stunning birdcage that was now in my room, I smiled when I saw the male and female lovebirds cuddled together on their perch. The female was egg laden now and ready to lay, and so the male had not strayed from her side much in the past few weeks. A bit like he had been with me. When I was pregnant. A pregnancy that had unfortunately ended in tragedy, when I had been stabbed in the gut during a task that I had been forced to join.
He had tried to protest and change the minds of the heads but they hadn't listened. They needed a man and a woman to go and he and I were best suited. They would not change their minds. I could still remember the day we had lost our little one, it was the first and only time that I had seen him break. He had been unable to help me or ease me as I had endured the pain that had come from the miscarriage. I had cried, screamed and thrown things as I broke down in abstract heartbreak. Unable to do anything other than hold me, he had held me all night and cried with me as we waited out the process. When morning came, I had finally fallen asleep in his arms, too exhausted to keep my eyes open. When I woke again, it was to the physician who had come in to examine me and confirm that I had in fact passed the worst of it. Then a few days after that he had returned to examine me again and reassured me that although the wound had been bad and caused the loss? That it hadn't affected my ability to future conceive and carry normally, so if it provided any comfort, I would be able to go on to have another if I so chose. It hadn't helped much because I had wanted the one that I had already conceived and started to carry. But I had understood that it was all the physician could do to comfort us in our moment of utter darkness.
He and I had been dejected for weeks afterwards. We hadn't been interested in interacting with anyone outside of us and our rooms. All we had wanted was each other and the time it would take to sit with our grief, to truly feel it, come to terms with it and accept the cold, hard reality of our loss. He had not strayed from me. Not once. Even when, months later I still couldn't bring myself to be with him intimately, he had not wandered away from me. Nor had he allowed his eyes to cast to another. He had been inexhaustible in his patience and understanding of me. Instead, he had found other ways for us to be intimate that did not include the physical side of things. Things that had, ultimately, drawn us that much closer to one another. He had understood that sex, for me, had become intrinsically connected to child bearing and it was just another painful reminder of the one that we had lost. He also had understood that it would take me quite some time before I could untangle that web and disconnect that aspect from the act.
But then, when I had finally been ready to be with him in that way again, I had been called back to Winterfell and he had been assigned to a new task that he was unable to talk to me about. Both of us had to leave right away, so there hadn't been any time for long goodbyes. Which meant definitely no time to get tangled up in our sheets. And now I had been away from him for six moons, marking twelve since we had last been together intimately. I was missing him desperately, not just his body although I was definitely missing that. But mostly, I was missing his presence around me. I missed his spicy, earthen scent that he so favoured and that made me delirious when I was around him. I missed his joking and teasing of me and his seemingly unending fount of wisdom and insight. I missed his cheeky smirks that made his blue eyes twinkle in mischief. I craved his lips at the nape of my neck in a kiss of deep affection and barely contained need for me that he seemed to always have. But most of all, I missed falling asleep on him in the night, his arms around me tightly. The pressure of them letting me know that I was safe and that he would be there again when I woke in the morning.
Sighing morosely, I looked back out at the courtyard of the keep that my bedroom looked out into. I had always loved having a turret bedroom, because I could see everything from my room and I enjoyed people watching. But I raised a brow, leaning forward when I heard the clang of the locks on the gate release, and then the creaking of old wood and iron, as the gates were opened. We weren't expecting any visitors, not that I knew off. So who had arrived? Who wanted entry? I watched as Jon, back from the wall on sabbatical, walked to the center of the courtyard, his hand resting on his sword in readiness. Hmm. It seemed my brother, turned cousin, was just as curious as I was. Except he was also holding himself in suspicion. Definitely an unexpected arrival then, if even he wasn't sure who was being admitted. But as the gates finally swung open and I could see who was standing on the other side of them, I gasped so hard I started to cough up a lung. I would recognise that stance anywhere and coupled with the confident stride as the new arrival walked into the courtyard, left no doubt in my mind. Jumping from my chair, I hit a dead run as I left my room and flew down the stairs onto the main levels. Shit. I needed to get outside. Now.
-X-
Looking up at the gates of Winterfell keep, I felt as my heart started to race a little. Arya. She was in there now. I had been sent here because there was a person in residence that had, had their name put forth to meet the Red God. But they were a political figure in a prominent position within Queen Sansa's court. They had sent me, even though Arya could have dealt the blow, given this was her home and she had been called to return. But given how close she was to the situation, they had decided that she could be compromised and unable to carry out the task. So they had asked me.
Which was funny to me, Arya was too close to the situation, but apparently I wasn't. Even though it was clear that I was close to her. They didn't know how close mind you, no one did. Technically we weren't supposed to have relations amongst ourselves, because you never knew what name would be spoken and who it could be connected to. But alas, here we were. I would carry out my duty and then stick around for a while, so that I could spend time with my sweet Arya. But I had also already decided that I would not be hiding my purpose here from her. She would probably have a fair idea when she saw me anyway, but still. I wouldn't hide the details like I had been asked to. I had heard her speak this name before and there was absolutely no love lost there. She wouldn't care. Other than possibly being offended that they had thought her incapable, given her relationship to the Queen in The North.
Giving the guards stationed at the gates some bullshit but believable story about the reason for my visit, I watched as they both considered my words, before ultimately nodding and banging the gate. Within moments of this, I heard the lock disengage and then the gates were creaking open. As soon as they were wide enough for me to pass through, I moved forward and felt my brow raise when I found a man standing in the centre of the courtyard, waiting for me.
Judging by his black hair, dark eyes, black furs and the sword with a wolf's head on the pommel, I could only assume that this was Arya's brother, turned cousin, Jon Stark nee Snow. Making my way over to him, stopping a few paces from him. We looked at each other for a few moments, each sizing up the other, then I saw him open his mouth to speak. Before he could though, a yell came from the ramparts above, that rose about a third of the way up the keeps walls. Looking up, as did Jon, I smirked. Standing, leaning over the rail was none other than my Arya. Before I could say anything, or comment on the fact that the fair woman was, for once, wearing a gown befitting her station with a lightly made up face, I watched as she hopped over the railing and dropped to the ground. I couldn't help but be impressed that she managed that so smoothly in such a lovely gown. But then, if anyone was going to be able to do it. It would be Arya.
"Jon, stand down. I know this man. I know this man very well." She ordered her cousin, who had a look of surprise on his face.
"Arya? Who…" Jon tried to ask her, but she brushed past him, ignoring his words in favour of heading towards me. As soon as she reached me, she gave me a look that I now knew all too well. She was upset that I had not forewarned her of my arrival, but she was also ecstatic to see me as well. I could tell, because I could see it beneath the initial annoyance.
"Jaqen H'ghar, you shit! Why are you here!?" She demanded of me but before I could answer her, she placed her small hands on either side of my face and pulled me down so that I was inches from her face and almost bent over in half. "I should hurt you, H'ghar, for not preparing me for your arrival!" She muttered somewhat petulantly, before she kissed me squarely, in front of the Gods, her cousin and everybody else mulling around the courtyard and ramparts. Not one to deny the lovely girl what she wanted, I made it a point to return her kiss a thousand fold. I had been away from her for six moons and I had missed her desperately.
"And miss the look on your lovely face, when you see me unexpectedly? Why would a man do this thing? It brings him joy to see it." I responded teasingly, when we finally pulled apart from one another, the need to breathe becoming too much for us both to continue.
"Ugh! You are the worst shit in the seven kingdoms!" She cursed me but I could tell that there was no real venom or meaning behind her words. I couldn't help but tease her some more then, she was so easy for me to work up. It was endlessly entertaining. But it wasn't like she didn't get me back just as well, each and every time.
"And yet you chose him for your own? A man dare say that it speaks more about a lovely girl than it does him." I quipped and watched as her face flushed momentarily in affront before she smirked. Ah, clearly she had a witty rejoinder no doubt.
"A woman thinks it has something to do with the amount of times a man put her on her arse and rattled her teeth in the training room. It probably knocked a few of her screws loose. So really, a man only has himself to blame for the monster he created." She fired back and I couldn't help but laugh. Her wit had always greatly entertained me, from the day and hour I had met her in Harrenhal.
"What a shame that was. For such a lovely arse it is too. I hated to bruise it so. But a woman would not learn, so a man had to force the issue." I replied, but lowered my tone so that only she heard my full words. I had expected this to be the last of our verbal sparring, which was starting to feel a bit like foreplay. But as always, Arya Stark surprised me.
"An arse that is looking for you to bruise it some more, now. And in a much more different training room. If a man wishes to do so, then he had better mind his manners and his devilish tongue." She replied, giving me a hooded look that not only made my pants feel tighter, but also caused a bloom of hope to grow in my chest.
For so long after we had lost our first child during early pregnancy, she had been intimacy adverse to the point that if we did try to be together anyway? I would be unable to enter her without causing her pain, because she had tensed so much. She had tried to push herself to be with me anyway, because she had felt like she was letting us both down, regardless of how much I reassured her that she wasn't. But after the first couple of times, I would not allow it any longer. If she wasn't getting pleasure or enjoyment from the act, then I did not want to perform it either. Because it was for us both to enjoy and sink into, not just me. So to hear these words, it gave me hope that she now felt as though we could be together again in this fashion. I had missed her in this way. Greatly. But I would never push the issue because she was my wife, not my object and I would not treat her as one does a woman in a brothel. So if she was ready for me once again? Then as long as she wanted me, she would have me. Smirking back at her darkly, I spoke, my tone taking on the air of seduction that she so loved to hear from me.
"But a woman so enjoys his devilish tongue these days? If he stops using it on her, she will become quite morose indeed."
"What the fuck is going on here!?" Jon yelled, pulling Arya and I out of the singular world that we hadn't realised we had slipped into. And just like that reality crashed back into me, feeling much like the bite of the icy winds blowing across the dales that I had traversed to get to the keep. Arya chose then to turn gracefully and acknowledge her cousin.
"This is Jaqen H'ghar, Jon. And he is your cousin-in-law." She stated simply and I smiled rather proudly, before I bowed my head slightly in recognition of Jon and his position in my life, now. The man's face though, as soon as he heard this, took on a rather comical look of confusion, mixed with suspicion that this was just a joke at his expense.
"You got married!?" Jon sputtered in shock and disbelief. "Are you telling me the reason you know this man is because he is your husband!?" He practically yelled and I did not miss how my sweet little wife rolled her eyes so hard, I grew concerned for a moment, that they would get stuck within her head.
"Of a year and a half, yes. Now, if you don't mind? I have been without him for six moons and I would like to get him inside and out of the cold. Also this dress of mine, does nothing to keep the breeze at bay." She replied and then with that, she took my hand and led me past Jon and all of the people in the courtyard. I could only assume, judging by her hurried pace, and the fact that she was also taking down her hair from its elegant bun, that she was leading me to her bedroom. And I was not going to complain. Although I was tired and almost frozen through? I would find the energy to summon, to see to my wee little wife's pleasure.
-X-
"Get those bloody clothes off and be quick about it, husband. I'm not feeling particularly patient at the moment." I ordered Jaqen as soon as we had gotten into my bedroom and I had locked the door behind us.
I watched as his brow rose in surprise at my gruff wording, but his expression soon melted into one of dark seduction. Then without having to be told twice, he obediently did as I bid him. Smiling in victory at this, I focused on the laces of my gown and made short work of them. But as I was about to push it off my shoulders, I felt Jaqen's hands slip between my skin and the fabric and soon my gown was fluttering to the floor. I had worn this dress today, while my normal clothes were getting laundered. So Sansa had provided me with a couple of new gowns, at my request, for me to wear. Although her look of shock and awe at the request had been comical. Even more so when she saw me wear one for the first time, since I was a ten year old girl and not complain about it every second.
"A woman is eager for her husband it seems. So allow him to alleviate her." Jaqen's words came to my ear and almost made me moan with how delicious they had sounded in that leg melting Lorathi accent of his.
His hand danced down the front of my body, finding its way between my legs quickly, while his other found its way into my hair, to tangle within it and pull my head to the side. Room made, his mouth fell to my neck, where he began to kiss, nip and suck at the sensitive skin, just below my ear. As he bit into my skin in the way that I liked he also sent his hand, between my legs, into a sinful dance of massaging and rubbing, that had me spreading them wider for him. Gods but this man was a devil in human form, a fact I had convinced myself off, from the day and hour I gave myself over to him for the first time. As I moaned when he increased his pressure between my thighs, unbidden my mind supplied me with images of our first night together.
We had been in the training rooms of the House of Black and White and were about finished with our combat training for the day, when I had slipped on the stones of the hall floor. It had been wet, due to us dousing ourselves in water from time to time, to cool off in between sets of sparring. As I went down, I heard the crash of Jaqen's staff as he let it fall to the floor in favour of trying to catch me before I slammed into the stone. He had managed to catch me but in doing so, slipped himself and then he was falling too. The best he could do then, was turn us quickly, so that he could control his impact with the ground and thus control my impact on him. This had found us sprawled on the ground, me on top of him with my legs on either side of his body and his hands low on my hips. The fall had also jerked me forward so that I was leaning over him, pressing us chest to chest, our mouths inches from each other.
In that moment, every intimate area of our bodies was flush with each other and it was then that I first took note of his scent and how divine it actually was. Which was quickly followed by my realising that I could feel his masculinity against me and I had been unable to stifle my gasp when I noticed that he seemed to be quite large. The gasp had drawn his attention to me and thus to our positions and it wasn't long before he realised just what part of me his maleness was pushing against and why I had gasped. A look had passed between us then, one that spoke of heat, desire and want. Things that until then, neither of us had actually realised that we had for one another. Another look passed then, a silent acknowledgment of what we were feeling and then an agreement. A heartbeat and split second decision later? My lips had found his and rather than push me away like I had expected him to do, he had instead tangled his hands into my hair and deepened the kiss substantially.
That night had been the start of everything, as the kiss had led to touching, which led to us both naked on the stone floor of the training hall, while he slowly and gently slipped inside of me for the first time. Something he had done because I had murmured against his lips a warning that he would be my first. He had treated me so delicately and with such deep consideration to my untried body, that even though we were in the middle of a cold, cavernous room with stone floors? The beauty of the experience had far outweighed the environment in which it had taken place.
And thus, like Jaqen had led me into the world of self-defence and protection? So then too had he carefully and protectively led me into womanhood and showed me what it was like to be desired and wanted. And as my mind replayed my voice lifting in bliss as my first ever orgasm crashed over me, the sound carried through to the present as my husband brought me to what felt like my millionth since our first night.
"So quickly you came for me, dearest one. It seems the gap in intimacy impacted you more than I suspected. Get onto the bed, a man is far from done with his wife." He teased in my ear and I was not ashamed of how quickly I moved to follow his instruction.
I heard his deep chuckle as he watched me practically scramble up onto my bed. Once I was comfortable, I saw as he closed the drapes on one side before he came round to my side and slipped up to join me, pulling the drapes on this side closed as well as he went. For whatever reason, he had decided we needed extra privacy. But I had to admit that it gave me a feeling of being cocooned with him, that sent my arousal rising ever higher. I watched as he slunk over to me, his movements appearing almost cat like. And once again I was reminded of just how desperately I wanted this man all of the time. His form was beautiful, all sinewy, taut and tight. He was nicely muscled without it appearing overly so in the way other men may be. But this was because he had trained his body for agility, stealth and strength. Rather than brute force and powerful shield breaking techniques. But it was what I preferred, I liked knowing he could break me if he so chose without needing to see physical proof of such in his form.
As much as his body was beautiful to me, my favourite feature of his was his eyes. The pale blue that always held the appearance of a secret that only he knew, or a funny joke that only he could hear. They held so much life within them, even though I knew his hadn't been easy for him. In fact it had been downright brutal and would have taken anyone else out. But still he managed to hold onto his lust for life and found joy in all the little things in the world that brought contentment and happiness. His eyes told a million stories of a thousand lives that were in sharp contrast to his physical age of thirty summers. Aside from his eyes, my next favourite feature was his unusual hair.
At first I had thought that he had altered it for some reason or another, but after our first night together, I had asked him about it when we had been lying in his bed at the temple afterwards. He had smiled and poked some fun at how long it had taken me to query his hair. But then he had answered and explained that it was natural. His hair had always been this way from the moment he was born. Red with white. He had then further explained that it ran in his family, but had passed over a few generations, causing the family to think that the gene had been lost. But then he had been born and his hair was as it was. I had found it rather interesting at the time, but hadn't thought much of it again. Except to appreciate it every chance I got. Then when we had found that we were expecting, I had fantasised about how adorable it would be to give birth to our child and find that their fathers hair had passed down to them as well. It was a hope and it still remained a hope. As much as I loved my own hair and adored Sansa's? I wanted a little one that had their fathers hair colour, with the texture of mine and Sansa's. It would be beautiful, regardless of whether they were a boy or a girl.
My thoughts were silenced quickly though when his lips covered mine, to kiss me so deeply that it felt as though he was trying to kiss my very soul. The need for me was strong in the pressure of his mouth, but with it was a sense of deep yearning, letting me know just how much my husband had missed me these past moons. I sighed his name against his lips in bliss, my hands tangling in his hair as I held him tighter to me. His hands slid down my sides slowly to rest beneath my thighs, where he applied just enough pressure to make me tangle my legs with his and bring our bodies flush to one another. I couldn't help but moan deeply, to once again feel the pleasure of his familiar and comforting weight on me. Already my skin was prickling as though I was sitting too close to a fire, my body blushing becomingly as my body surged in untamed arousal. I needed him. I needed him now.
"Jaqen…please…" I managed to murmur through our kiss, just enough for him to understand my words. I gripped his hips then and pushed mine against him, a move to clear any possible doubt to what I may have wanted with my plea.
He didn't say anything, he simply kissed me harder and deeper. Before I felt his hips lift just enough and his hand slip between us, to aid him in guiding himself to me. My breath caught as he bumped up against my entrance and although my body tried to tense as it had for the past twelve moons, I pushed that down and forced myself to relax. No more of this. I wanted to be with my husband. I wanted to enjoy this with my husband again. Because it was always such a special moment for us.
Our intimacy was a physical representation of the repracity of our emotion for one another. Something tangible in an otherwise intangible thing. With us, we gave life to the phrase 'making love' because that is exactly what we did, each and every time we laid together like this. He had paused, still cautious of me and my body. I felt like weeping then. Even though he'd been without this with me for so long, still. Still he was making sure that I wanted this. That I was truly ready for him. Bumping his hips with mine once again, to let him know, yes, yes I wanted this. I honestly did. I felt his kiss lighten then, changing to something slow and passionate, before he pushed forward.
"Jaqen! "
The call of his name, felt like it had ripped from my very soul. The word overlaid with a passion and love quite unlike anything we had ever known before. But within that passion and love, a darkly beautiful undertone of pleasure and sense of completeness danced flirtatiously with the syllables, to give his name a sinful sound. A sound that caressed the ear in a most insatiable and seductive way. In a manner that had my devoted and gentle husband cursing in a fashion most lewd as he came to rest inside me deeply. No resistance. No pain. No fighting with walls that were doing their best to seal the pathway to my womb from any kind of invasion. There was simply acceptance, slick, warm and welcoming him back home. Welcoming him back into the body that belonged to him as much as it did me. My arm came around his neck then, as my other hand danced down his back to have my arm wrap around his waist as well.
"Welcome back, my Lorathi love…" I whispered against his lips, punctuating my words with a deep and blissful sigh of contentment and slow burning pleasure. Even just having him seated within me so comfortably was enough at this moment, to make me want to come for him again. Although I didn't.
"A man has missed his little she-wolf desperately. And now he will prove it." He whispered in return, before he drew back to drive home once more.
Gasping at the feeling, I allowed myself to simply feel him as he slipped in and out of me. Reacquainting myself with his impressive size and girth. But soon my hips had begun to move of their own accord, matching his rhythm and keeping pace with him. It wasn't long before I was sighing in satisfaction as we moved in perfect tandem with one another. We were not moving fast, rather our movements were kept slow, steady and drawn out, maximising both of our pleasures as we sank into the warm, blissful sanctuary of our long anticipated and sweet reunion with one another. A reunion of not only our hearts, but now our bodies too. The world fell away for me then and I imagined, for him too. It became narrowed, so that only he, I and this bed remained.
"I love you. I love you so very much…"
My gasping words fell from my lips unexpectedly, as I had not been aware that I was about to say them. I had of course been thinking it, but wasn't necessarily planning to voice them. But it was no less true and it had been six moons since he had last heard me speak them and it seemed they had an effect. Because his next thrust was so very dominant and forceful that it made my entire body shudder.
Oh my but that had felt so sinful to me, it was so commanding almost like he was laying claim to me all over again. But his next one was more of the slow, deep and drawn out variety. He was holding himself back, I could tell. It was obvious that he wanted nothing more than to lay brutal siege to my walls, but instead was restraining himself. My heart surged for him then, to show such restraint, even though he'd been without my body for so long? It just gave further proof of how much this man truly adored me. Truly cared about not only blinding me with indescribable pleasure, but taking great pains to keep me comfortable and feeling safe, while caged below him in this way.
"Lovely girl…" He panted above me. "A man is unsure how much longer he can last. It has been so long since last he was within his wife…" He added, with a low, deep masculine moan punctuating his words.
"Just a little longer, my love. I'm almost there. Faster. Move faster." I gasped, as I gripped his hips and began pushing back against him harder.
Following my instructions without complaint, he rose up on his hands and changed his pace. I cried out as he began to drive into me harder and stronger than before. The pace was almost brutal but it drove me to the brink of insanity and I felt as my lower belly tightened almost painfully. So close. I was so very close now. And as I urged him on, faster, harder I begged him to destroy me. Destroy my body and bring us both relief.
I wanted to feel him explode within me and flood my body with his essence. I wanted it like I needed air to breathe. I needed to feel it again, to feel as he claimed me in the most intimate and hedonistic of ways. My nails clawed at his back and chest then, leaving angry red welts in their wake, but all it did was bring him more earth shattering pleasure as he almost growled in bliss above me. Fuck. He was all man in every way and it was heady to see him above me like this. His hair that I so adored, looking like something akin to a lion's mane as he tightened his jaw against the onslaught of feeling that crashed into us both over and over again. And as my voice lifted for the final time in a guttural scream of his name, my release crashing through me so strongly, he froze above me for a moment. Before with an almost animalistic rumble of my name, I felt his seed pour into me in a pulsing rush. His hips locked against mine then, to ensure that not a drop of him made it outside of me. And as my body shuddered in utter spentness, I found myself praying.
"Quicken to my womb. Please quicken and grant us another child."
And as my husband collapsed atop of me, careful not to drop all of his weight and hurt me accidentally, I heard his beseechment. One I don't think he had intended me to hear.
"Let it find its way. Allow a man to give onto his wife…"
Those words whispered with such love and hope, filled my eyes with tears of pure, raw emotion. They were a plea. A begging of a man to his God. A God he had served faithfully and devoutly, for so much of his life. A follower beseeching a favour from his master. And it tore my heart asunder and I wrapped my arms so tightly around him, that it felt as though I was trying to merge his soul with mine.
"Lovely wife, a man truly adores you. You have his heart, his soul and his life. He loves you, his Arya H'ghar and a man missed you desperately." He murmured into my ear and I felt the tears slip from my eyes then. They were few but they were ones of pure, unadulterated happiness, as I pulled him into me and kissed him deep once more.
"Every moment we're apart, feels like an eternity, my Lorathi love. Don't leave me again. I don't think I could bear it." I replied, after we had pulled apart.
"A man hears this and he will obey." He responded softly, dropping his head so that it rested against mine.
-X-
"They disappeared so quickly! They've been gone for ages! I swear if that smarmy bastard has his hands on my cousin…"
I glanced at Jon as he ranted and raved and shook my head. What the hell did he expect? My sister had returned and shortly thereafter was joined by a man who turned out to be her husband! They'd been parted for six moons, what did Jon think they would do? Have tea and a quick peck to the cheek? Gods old and new! He was an exhausting man sometimes.
"You'll do what, exactly cousin? Is he not her husband?" I queried quick as a flash, making Jon choke on his sip of ale for a moment.
"Well yes but…" He tried to argue, coughing a little and banging his chest to clear his windpipe. But I spoke over him with a sly smirk.
"And is that not something that husbands and wives do?"
"Yes! But the point is…" He snapped and ran his head through his hair in agitation. His other hand swiping at his leathers, to wipe off the splattered ale that he'd choked on.
"The point is, they are married! They have been separated for moons on moons. So if you think they wouldn't fuck at the soonest available opportunity? Then you're a bigger idiot than you look, dear cousin!" I bit back, my own annoyance coming through now. Jon's eyes widened then, his face a picture of disbelief and surprise at my lewd wording. Too long with a group of men and a woman quickly forgot the ladylike way of speaking. Something he would just have to get used to. But before Jon could give me any sort of reprimand or rebuttal, Tyrion chimed in, making me glance over at him in amusement. Clearly he appreciated my new way with words. But then, he never really had been one to criticise me for anything, rather much the opposite.
"Are you absolutely sure we should not have stayed, married my dear Sansa? Because I now feel like we may have been a bit hasty in wanting a divorce?" He asked, tapping his chin in faux musing, but glancing at me out of the side of his eye cheekily, mischief shining brightly within them. I smiled then, appreciating the man's wit. He wasn't everyone's goblet of wine, but I found him quite palatable.
"I'll leave that to your imagination, Lord Tyrion. It'll give you something to muse on whilst you try to sleep in the room below my sister and her husband. Because I am sure they will be making it a point to reenact their wedding night, multiple times tonight." I fired back with a smirk that made him chuckle.
"If that's the case, I'm sleeping in your rooms with you. At least then I have more chance of actually sleeping!" He quipped boldly in return and I felt my cheeks flush a little. Something I quickly blamed on the warmth of my ale, as I swallowed another small mouthful.
"Dear gods! Not you two as well!? Am I going to have to deal with seeing my heart sisters turn into babbling idiots over the heads of men!?" Jon yelled in clear affront and horror. His eyes impossibly large as he stared at me as though I'd suddenly sprouted a second head.
"Well…heads of men do tend to make women babble…that is…if they're using them correctly" I quipped flippantly, as I took another sip of my ale. I smirked in sheer amusement then, when Jon practically heaved. Meanwhile my ex-husband began to guffaw with unrestrainable laughter beside me.
"Lady Sansa. Please. Marry me again! I simply cannot be without you at my side when you have wit like that. Principle demands it!" Tyrion gasped beside me, as he attempted to control his laughter.
"Maybe I will, who knows?" I said with a joking wink before I stood and left the great hall, to make my way to my rooms.
I had a feeling things were about to get a lot more interesting within the walls of Winterfell Keep in the coming weeks. Brienne and Tormund. Arya and her husband Jaqen. Jon and Ygrite dancing around each other. And now Tyrion and I are starting to tease and flirt with one another. Goodness knew what was in store for us all. But one thing was for sure, it wasn't going to be boring. Insane, yes. But boring? Definitely not.
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