Whispers are always a common feature of castles and they're often uttered by those that should know better; unfortunately, not even a king can silence wagging tongues, so the whispers march on, always there, always quiet, and waiting to be heard. He has no master of whispers, nor while he ever, but he's neither blind or deaf, so he knows that kinds of things that are whispered behind backs. They are, in this case, utter nonsense. Beauty is always a subjective thing, something that's as intangible as the sky or breath, and so Margaery's beauty is not ruined, not in his mind, but enhanced. To survive was always a difficult task; to come back from the very brink of death was all but impossible. Scars or no, that alone would have made her outshine a thousand Northern beauties.
With each passing moment, the slowly dwindling distance between them bothered him less and less. That wild desire was rising back up inside him, a maddening lust for her that was not easy to suppress. Not that he'd want to. Her hand guided his, the muscles in his arm growing lax as he let her take the reigns, never touching him directly, but guiding the speed and depth of his strokes; within moments, fluid beaded at the slit near the tip of his cock and his hips started to sway slightly, matching the motion of each jerk with one of their own. Each time he glanced at her, he thought of letting his hand fall away and seeing what she would do. Would she replace his hand with hers? Would she rise up and slowly sink down around her cunt? Or would she lift her rear into the air and entice him to take her? "You're right, of course. There will never be enough chances to sate my desire for you, Margaery, and we can't very well skip every meal." His words were choppy, voice breathless as pleasure rose inside him, making it harder to think with each passing moment. "Well then, I shall challenge you to a game later. One that we have all the rules laid out in advance."
That would only be fair, after all.
"The court may already think so. What do you suppose they'll make of the noises the guards will report to them?" Men would inevitably fail to understand the bond that had come to bind them together; even Davos, as good a man as there was, would not comprehend. All he could do was explain. There was no tempering his need for her; it was instinct now, and instincts could only be held at bay for so long. "Still, they will learn. These men chose to follow me willingly. It will take more than my fucking you to endanger this kingdom." He was not wed, not yet, and if he did marry the Martell girl, they would see to it that everything had it's proper place, that everyone knew what the standings were. "Mmmm, and you're making it harder for me to think about such things when you toy with your tits like that, love." Jon would not delude himself into thinking the ferocity of his desire would abate with time. It would always be there, hot and raw and just as fierce as today.
"That's all we can do. I've not heard rumors of supplies being sent to the Twins, but it's possible such things are being done in secret." He wondered if they were. From what he'd heard, Jaime Lannister himself had to take command of the siege of Riverrun. Would the Lannisters be so eager to send more aid so quickly? Even King's Landing must have suffered a shortage of food, considering the devestation of the war. Might not it all be hoarded there? "I would prefer to wait with our men until they're ready to march. It's important for them to know why their King is not going with them. Enough men will grumble. The going will be slow enough that even if we delay to leave at the same time, we'll arrive in Dorne long before they cross the Neck." White Harbor was not so far, even without the Kingsroad to march down. If it was necessary to strike an alliance with Dorne, then better to be done with it sooner rather than later.
"Then the only way this ends will be with King's Landing under siege. If Cersei Lannister can not be reasoned or negotiated with, we will have no choice but to take her head to end the war." It almost saddened him to think there might not be any other alternative. He wanted to bring destruction and death down on their house, but there had been so much death already, it would have been nice if some other avenue to peace might exist. The armies of the dead were still out there. "We will have to see what comes, then. Right now, we must focus on removing the Freys from power and gaining an alliance with Dorne. How the reign of House Lannisters must be for later. There are still too many plans that must be made first."
A satisfied smile spread across his face, eyes gleaming with the knowledge that they would be together for the rest of their lives. Without questions, their souls were fully intertwined, forged into a single great entity instead of two separate pieces. Whether it was to Dorne or to War or anywhere else in the world, she would never be far from his side. "Yes," he murmured by way of response, fingers stroking the side of her face, thumb tracing the crease of her lips in the moment before he leaned and tried to kiss the breath out her.
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With each passing moment, the slowly dwindling distance between them bothered him less and less. That wild desire was rising back up inside him, a maddening lust for her that was not easy to suppress. Not that he'd want to. Her hand guided his, the muscles in his arm growing lax as he let her take the reigns, never touching him directly, but guiding the speed and depth of his strokes; within moments, fluid beaded at the slit near the tip of his cock and his hips started to sway slightly, matching the motion of each jerk with one of their own. Each time he glanced at her, he thought of letting his hand fall away and seeing what she would do. Would she replace his hand with hers? Would she rise up and slowly sink down around her cunt? Or would she lift her rear into the air and entice him to take her? "You're right, of course. There will never be enough chances to sate my desire for you, Margaery, and we can't very well skip every meal." His words were choppy, voice breathless as pleasure rose inside him, making it harder to think with each passing moment. "Well then, I shall challenge you to a game later. One that we have all the rules laid out in advance."
That would only be fair, after all.
"The court may already think so. What do you suppose they'll make of the noises the guards will report to them?" Men would inevitably fail to understand the bond that had come to bind them together; even Davos, as good a man as there was, would not comprehend. All he could do was explain. There was no tempering his need for her; it was instinct now, and instincts could only be held at bay for so long. "Still, they will learn. These men chose to follow me willingly. It will take more than my fucking you to endanger this kingdom." He was not wed, not yet, and if he did marry the Martell girl, they would see to it that everything had it's proper place, that everyone knew what the standings were. "Mmmm, and you're making it harder for me to think about such things when you toy with your tits like that, love." Jon would not delude himself into thinking the ferocity of his desire would abate with time. It would always be there, hot and raw and just as fierce as today.
"That's all we can do. I've not heard rumors of supplies being sent to the Twins, but it's possible such things are being done in secret." He wondered if they were. From what he'd heard, Jaime Lannister himself had to take command of the siege of Riverrun. Would the Lannisters be so eager to send more aid so quickly? Even King's Landing must have suffered a shortage of food, considering the devestation of the war. Might not it all be hoarded there? "I would prefer to wait with our men until they're ready to march. It's important for them to know why their King is not going with them. Enough men will grumble. The going will be slow enough that even if we delay to leave at the same time, we'll arrive in Dorne long before they cross the Neck." White Harbor was not so far, even without the Kingsroad to march down. If it was necessary to strike an alliance with Dorne, then better to be done with it sooner rather than later.
"Then the only way this ends will be with King's Landing under siege. If Cersei Lannister can not be reasoned or negotiated with, we will have no choice but to take her head to end the war." It almost saddened him to think there might not be any other alternative. He wanted to bring destruction and death down on their house, but there had been so much death already, it would have been nice if some other avenue to peace might exist. The armies of the dead were still out there. "We will have to see what comes, then. Right now, we must focus on removing the Freys from power and gaining an alliance with Dorne. How the reign of House Lannisters must be for later. There are still too many plans that must be made first."
A satisfied smile spread across his face, eyes gleaming with the knowledge that they would be together for the rest of their lives. Without questions, their souls were fully intertwined, forged into a single great entity instead of two separate pieces. Whether it was to Dorne or to War or anywhere else in the world, she would never be far from his side. "Yes," he murmured by way of response, fingers stroking the side of her face, thumb tracing the crease of her lips in the moment before he leaned and tried to kiss the breath out her.