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Jon Snow
A soft laugh left him when she told him that she would have to steal him from the Night's Watch. He had decided not to make the trip to Castle Black, and they were traveling South... He had practically already been stolen.
She pulled away and denied him more brushes of her soft lips against his, earning a quiet groan before their eyes met again. He enjoyed wrapping her in his embrace, the feel of her hand on the back of his neck, and her fingers pushing through his hair. He wasn't sure when they would be able to do something like this again, and wanted to make every moment count.
"I think it's too late to consider stealing me," Jon breathed, one corner of his mouth stretching into a smile as she went on about how he would have to find a new occupation.
That look of mischief had returned to her eyes; it was the same one that she wore when she had kissed him for the first time. It was a look that made his body shiver with the possibilities, his mind racing to figure out what she had planned.
Another laugh left the bastard when she asked if he would be a bard, and he shook his head when she mentioned how he broods.
"I'm not a very good singer," he quietly retorted.
She took every opportunity to study him, her fingers brushing down his arm to his hand. With his cloak wrapped around them, she could feel down the length of his arm without the interference of fabric or chain.
She continued through her options before leaning into his ear, his eyes closing while her breath tickled the sensitive spot. A quiet breath left him, while his arms around her only kept her closer to him.
His fingers dragged up and down her back slowly as she spoke of him being her personal knight, his favorite option by far. He allowed that silence to hang over them while he mocked consideration, knowing that they were simply fantasies. Both of them had duties to their families, and not much would be able to change that.
"I would be your knight," Jon muttered to break the silence after a few moments.
"I'm a far better fighter than I am a herder or a singer," he laughed. At least with dueling and swordplay, he had been trained, but he had never experienced more lower-classed, domestic options. "And being a knight sounds more honorable than being a bodyguard," he added.
His forehead settled on her shoulder again, his neck twisting to bury his handsome features into her soft neck. His eyes closed as he enjoyed the embrace they maintained, knowing that it would not last forever.
Jon could have remained there for as long as she would let him, but knowing that their time was limited, he withdrew from her neck to press a quick but soft kiss to her lips.
"We should eat before we go back... They'll be wondering where we've gone," Jon's body didn't move as his words wanted it to, instead remaining with his arms wrapped around her beneath his cloak. It was as if his mind understood what was sensible, while his body wanted to hang on to each moment like he would never be able to experience it again.
And all things considered, perhaps his body was being more realistic.
"I... Want to visit you in King's Landing, whenever we are able," Jon offered.
It was perhaps the stupidest thing he could have asked, naively continuing this unlawful courting while in the bed of snakes and spies that was the Capital city of Westeros.
Jaime Lannister
The Kingslayer had done his best to maintain his arrogant pride even while bloodied and tied to a post. He had hardly been there an hour, but could already feel the ache of being restrained in such a way. He doubted they would free his hands when they knew what they were capable of, though he might be able to discuss more comfortable conditions.
"You could at least chain my hands in front of me," Jaime offered while setting the back of his bloodied hair against the post. He offered it as an alternative to the duel, knowing that his former opponent would not take it. It seemed Elric Frostmere was still immune to his goading.
His eyes closed for a moment, as if testing his capability to fall asleep like this. He had the same instincts as most warriors, the ability to fall asleep at a moment's notice and wake up just the same. Though it would be more difficult like this, he knew that he could do it with enough exhaustion.
Of course, the Northern Army hoped to keep him exhausted enough not to be able to escape, something that he would have to directly oppose if he had any desire to be free of his chains.
When his eyes opened again, they met Elric's armored form seated on a bucket outside of his cage. He eyed the steam that curled off the stew he had been given, feeling the growl of his stomach urging him to reach out and take it. Of course, his stomach had no knowledge of his hands being tied to a post, but it yearned for sustenance regardless.
"You moved against a siege camp while feigning a battle with my Father, and I'll hand it to the Stark boy, he takes after my advice." Jaime shook his head. "But don't pretend to be some honorable soul fighting for what's right while holding a bloodied dagger instead of a sword and shield."
"I have plenty of pieces on my board, and plenty of time to consider my next move," Jaime shifted as if to get comfortable.
"There is not a soul in this camp who has had the pleasure of knowing or even sharing the same air as Tywin Lannister," Jaime laughed. "You have no idea what Lannisters do for family, and you have no idea what my father is capable of."
Though if it hadn't been for his father, Jaime would have been halfway to the Vale by now, with a challenge for his brother's freedom on his lips.
Silence stretched between them, and he allowed it to remain while doing his best to relax and conserve his energy. He doubted that every guard outside of his cage would be as talkative as this one, though Elric was far more likely to allow him to rest than any simple Northern soldier who wished to see him tortured.
His eyebrows raised when Elric leaned forward, head cocking to the side while he brought up Eddard Stark and his imprisonment. "My nephew had no desire to see Lord Stark in chains either," Jaime shrugged.
"King Robert had no wish for the honorable Eddard Stark to attempt a coup while Robert's body was still warm in his bed," Jaime allowed a smile to grace his features. "The succession was made clear many years ago, and as a member of the Kingsguard, it was my sworn duty to put down the silly notion of a man unrelated by blood to the King sitting on the Iron Throne."
Jaime leaned forward now, his chains straining with shaking hands against the post.
"If I had known that his imprisonment would start a war, I would have lopped off his traitorous head instead."
A spoonful of stew was offered through the bars, and Jaime ravenously took it before it could be retracted. He had no qualms about taking any ounce of sustenance or energy that would help him down the line, unsure of when next he would be able to eat.
A soft laugh left him when she told him that she would have to steal him from the Night's Watch. He had decided not to make the trip to Castle Black, and they were traveling South... He had practically already been stolen.
She pulled away and denied him more brushes of her soft lips against his, earning a quiet groan before their eyes met again. He enjoyed wrapping her in his embrace, the feel of her hand on the back of his neck, and her fingers pushing through his hair. He wasn't sure when they would be able to do something like this again, and wanted to make every moment count.
"I think it's too late to consider stealing me," Jon breathed, one corner of his mouth stretching into a smile as she went on about how he would have to find a new occupation.
That look of mischief had returned to her eyes; it was the same one that she wore when she had kissed him for the first time. It was a look that made his body shiver with the possibilities, his mind racing to figure out what she had planned.
Another laugh left the bastard when she asked if he would be a bard, and he shook his head when she mentioned how he broods.
"I'm not a very good singer," he quietly retorted.
She took every opportunity to study him, her fingers brushing down his arm to his hand. With his cloak wrapped around them, she could feel down the length of his arm without the interference of fabric or chain.
She continued through her options before leaning into his ear, his eyes closing while her breath tickled the sensitive spot. A quiet breath left him, while his arms around her only kept her closer to him.
His fingers dragged up and down her back slowly as she spoke of him being her personal knight, his favorite option by far. He allowed that silence to hang over them while he mocked consideration, knowing that they were simply fantasies. Both of them had duties to their families, and not much would be able to change that.
"I would be your knight," Jon muttered to break the silence after a few moments.
"I'm a far better fighter than I am a herder or a singer," he laughed. At least with dueling and swordplay, he had been trained, but he had never experienced more lower-classed, domestic options. "And being a knight sounds more honorable than being a bodyguard," he added.
His forehead settled on her shoulder again, his neck twisting to bury his handsome features into her soft neck. His eyes closed as he enjoyed the embrace they maintained, knowing that it would not last forever.
Jon could have remained there for as long as she would let him, but knowing that their time was limited, he withdrew from her neck to press a quick but soft kiss to her lips.
"We should eat before we go back... They'll be wondering where we've gone," Jon's body didn't move as his words wanted it to, instead remaining with his arms wrapped around her beneath his cloak. It was as if his mind understood what was sensible, while his body wanted to hang on to each moment like he would never be able to experience it again.
And all things considered, perhaps his body was being more realistic.
"I... Want to visit you in King's Landing, whenever we are able," Jon offered.
It was perhaps the stupidest thing he could have asked, naively continuing this unlawful courting while in the bed of snakes and spies that was the Capital city of Westeros.
Jaime Lannister
The Kingslayer had done his best to maintain his arrogant pride even while bloodied and tied to a post. He had hardly been there an hour, but could already feel the ache of being restrained in such a way. He doubted they would free his hands when they knew what they were capable of, though he might be able to discuss more comfortable conditions.
"You could at least chain my hands in front of me," Jaime offered while setting the back of his bloodied hair against the post. He offered it as an alternative to the duel, knowing that his former opponent would not take it. It seemed Elric Frostmere was still immune to his goading.
His eyes closed for a moment, as if testing his capability to fall asleep like this. He had the same instincts as most warriors, the ability to fall asleep at a moment's notice and wake up just the same. Though it would be more difficult like this, he knew that he could do it with enough exhaustion.
Of course, the Northern Army hoped to keep him exhausted enough not to be able to escape, something that he would have to directly oppose if he had any desire to be free of his chains.
When his eyes opened again, they met Elric's armored form seated on a bucket outside of his cage. He eyed the steam that curled off the stew he had been given, feeling the growl of his stomach urging him to reach out and take it. Of course, his stomach had no knowledge of his hands being tied to a post, but it yearned for sustenance regardless.
"You moved against a siege camp while feigning a battle with my Father, and I'll hand it to the Stark boy, he takes after my advice." Jaime shook his head. "But don't pretend to be some honorable soul fighting for what's right while holding a bloodied dagger instead of a sword and shield."
"I have plenty of pieces on my board, and plenty of time to consider my next move," Jaime shifted as if to get comfortable.
"There is not a soul in this camp who has had the pleasure of knowing or even sharing the same air as Tywin Lannister," Jaime laughed. "You have no idea what Lannisters do for family, and you have no idea what my father is capable of."
Though if it hadn't been for his father, Jaime would have been halfway to the Vale by now, with a challenge for his brother's freedom on his lips.
Silence stretched between them, and he allowed it to remain while doing his best to relax and conserve his energy. He doubted that every guard outside of his cage would be as talkative as this one, though Elric was far more likely to allow him to rest than any simple Northern soldier who wished to see him tortured.
His eyebrows raised when Elric leaned forward, head cocking to the side while he brought up Eddard Stark and his imprisonment. "My nephew had no desire to see Lord Stark in chains either," Jaime shrugged.
"King Robert had no wish for the honorable Eddard Stark to attempt a coup while Robert's body was still warm in his bed," Jaime allowed a smile to grace his features. "The succession was made clear many years ago, and as a member of the Kingsguard, it was my sworn duty to put down the silly notion of a man unrelated by blood to the King sitting on the Iron Throne."
Jaime leaned forward now, his chains straining with shaking hands against the post.
"If I had known that his imprisonment would start a war, I would have lopped off his traitorous head instead."
A spoonful of stew was offered through the bars, and Jaime ravenously took it before it could be retracted. He had no qualms about taking any ounce of sustenance or energy that would help him down the line, unsure of when next he would be able to eat.