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Love Across the Blanket (pt 5) - Footman John x Bridgerton!sister
One thing about Clinton Liberty, you know he is always going to have the best behind the scene photos and we can not forgot how he gets a photo with each cast member.
One thing about Clinton Liberty, you know he is always going to have the best behind the scene photos and we can not forgot how he gets a photo with each cast member.
The Targaryen family throws a masquerade ball to find a match for Aerion. He is bored out of his mind at the ball, and is about to sneak away when a woman catches his eye. He corners the woman demanding to know her name. She tells him her name, but does not say which family she is from, which irritates Aerion to no end, but he instantly becomes infatuated with her. Even more so about the coloured silks she has tied around her arm. When the ball is over, he must find her, and when he does, he finds out her House has some interesting traditions that involve silk bands, and doing sexual activities with someone who the person wearing them, so wishes to do with.
I looked around the room, the black dragon mask covering the top half of my face, bored out of my mind, as I put grape after grape into my mouth.
I snapped my fingers, pointing at my goblet wanting it to be filled with more of the finest wine.
"You know this ball is for you." My father snarled at me, with his own bored expression across his face.
"I never asked for this ball. I am perfectly capable of finding my own wife."
Daeron snickered into his own drink at what I said, and I just glared at him.
"You are no closer to finding a wife than I, dear brother."
I was about to say some snide remark, but I for once decided to hold my tongue.
I continued to people watch, a snarl prominent on my face.
I barely acknowledged the brave Lords and Lady's as they approached myself and my father.
Introducing their daughters to me, whom could not look me in my eyes.
I will not be with someone who lacks confidence.
I will not be with someone who can not hold their own with me.
Yes, many of their daughters are beautiful, but I need someone who can match my intelligence as well.
I refuse to be married to someone who can barely hold a conversation with me.
Some lowly Lord is introducing his daughter, and I have not heard a word he has said.
I stood up, causing the blumbering man to stop mid-sentence.
"Please continue. I will be right back. I need some air." I said to the small group with a fake smile. Of course my family saw right through that, but I paid them no mind as I walked down the steps to the floor.
Guests moved out of my way.
I was almost to the hallway, ready to take the secret passages through the castle to my room, when someone caught my eye, and actually took my breath away.
She was wearing a black and red dress, that seemed to cling to her body in all the right places. Her mask, while simple, was almost blood red, with bits of lace.
She was talking to some woman who was standing close to her.
Before I knew what I was doing, like my feet were possessed by some witch, I was walking towards her.
Everyone around her moved out of my way, and she looked confused as she was left standing there by herself.
That was until I cleared my throat.
"Your highness." She bowed. My eyes instantly drawn to her chest.
"You may stand." I said.
"May I ask this is an honor to be speaking to you my Prince." She told me, looking directly into my eyes.
"I am sorry, but I do not know your name." I said plainly.
She told me her first name.
"But what is your house name?" This question seemed to bring an almost smug smile to her face.
"As a Prince, should you not know the names of all the houses that are loyal to House Targaryen?" She teased.
I heard gasps all around us, as no one has dared to speak to me like that before.
"That may be true, but usually one wears their house colours." I remarked.
"Prince Aerion, my house colours are boring and drab. Now, your house colours, black and red are much more suitable for a ball."
I tried to remember what houses had drab colours, when I noticed different coloured silk ribbons tied around her arm.
I counted them to see how many there are. "Why do you have fifteen silk ribbons tied around your arm?" I inquired.
She was about to answer when my father called my name.
"I see you are needed elsewhere, Prince Aerion." She bowed as I turned away, my thoughts only with her and the silk ribbons.
The ball was almost over as each family slowly started to leave. My eyes were only focused on one person, and I barely took my eyes off of her.
Even when she took off her mask for a brief moment, it was like took all my breath from my body.
She was breathtaking.
"You are dismissed." My Father muttered as he noticed I was not paying any mind to the suck ups that are saying goodbye for the second or third time.
I practically flew out of my seat, walking purposely towards her.
"I must know what the silk ribbons mean. They have to mean something." I declared, startling her.
"Prince Aerion, they mean nothing." She said as she turned around to look at me.
"I have noticed the two other women who came with you, also have the same ribbons, but some are missing. I know they mean something, now what do they mean?" I demanded once more.
She sighed.
She actually had the nerve to sigh at me, and I didn't want to harm her.
"In my House, when a woman becomes of age, we are given fifteen silk ribbons to tie around our arms. Each colour means something different, but you must start at the wrist and work your way up. Now, if a man pulls on the ribbon, and the wearer does not wish to engage in what the colours signifies, then the wearer takes the ribbon back, instead of allowing the grabber to keep it."
"Sounds like an odd way of courting." I said, grabbing her arm and looking at each colour.
"Yes, basically. If a man grabs the first colour, and the wearer agrees to it, then they have officially began courting."
"You said that I must start at the wrist?" She nodded her head yes.
I gently grabbed tbe yellow ribbon and pulled on it, until it became loose. I held it up so she could see it in my hand.
She looked at it and grabbed my hand that was holding it, and gently closed my fist around it.
"What does yellow mean?" I asked, knowing from this moment on, I have become infatuated with this woman.
"Wearer is willing to hug." She simply said.
I opened my arms and let her walk into them, and thr moment she did, it felt like I could breath again.
I could smell the flowers in her hair, and the simple, but yet alluring fragrance she used to wash her body in.
"Aerion. We must leave. Have to be up early." My very drunk brother called out.
"Good bye my Prince." She said to me as she stepped back away from our hug, my arms dropping to my side.
"Good bye my Lady." I walked backwards, not wanting her to leave my eyesight, but I seemed to blink and she was gone.
"Who was that, dear brother?" Daeron asked.
It dawned on me that I didn't get her house name.
"FUCK!" I shouted, stomping away from my brother, leaving him standing there, wondering what that was about.
AN: sorry about taking so long. Had massive writers block for this story.
John and I got up early the following morning and had a quick bite to eat at the Inn.
As the two of us packed our final things, he stopped, looked at me, and said my name.
"Yes John?"I asked him, my heart beating so hard in my chest I was sure he could hear it. I hope he wasn't changing his mind.
"I feel like I have to ask this just in case, as we are still close enough to home. Do you wish to continue to our cottage, or go back home?"
I could have melted right then and there, as he called my family home his home, and the cottage, our cottage.
I cupped his cheek in my hand, and he leaned into it. His eyes closed for a moment as I ran my thumb across his cheek.
"I wish for us to continue our journey to our cottage."
He seemed to let out a small breath, as if he had been holding it in.
"Are you regretting us running away?"I questioned him, and his eyes opened quickly.
He grabbed my wrist to the hand that was still cupping his cheek, turned his head and kissed my palm gently.
"I have no regrets." John said to me.
"Good, now let us be on our way. We have a bit to go today, and your sister's places are somewhat along the way; it would be nice to meet them."
I kissed him as I dropped my hand from his face, ready to grab my gloves, when his hands suddenly gripped my waist, turning me to face him once more.
I was about to ask him what was wrong when his lips suddenly met mine, his hands squeezing my waist a bit tighter.
I practically melted into the kiss and into his arms.
John pulled back first and leaned his forehead against mine, and took a deep breath, his eyes still closed.
"I love you, so very much, and I wish to shout it from the rooftops."
I couldn't help but giggle as the image of John on the roof shouting about how much he loves me.
"And I love you my dear, sweet John. You have owned my heart ever since I met you, and even though it would be fun to watch you yell your love for me from the roof, we must make haste."
"You are very right my dear, but I will first send word to my oldest sister that you and I will be visiting her this afternoon."
"That sounds like a wonderful idea. No need to surprise her." I told him as I went to grab my bag, but John just gently took it from me.
"I can not have you carry out your own bag my love. You are to be my wife."
I followed behind John as we left our room. He stopped off at the front desk to pay for the rooms and also have word sent to his oldest sister that he was coming with his betrothed.
"Before we leave, why don't we have a quick bite to eat before our journey." I suggested.
"But we just finished eating." John said to me.
"I know, but I am enjoying it here so much. Just reminds me of my trips here with my father."
John grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles. "Then we shall have something small to eat." He said to me.
JOHN'S POV
I could see my oldest sisters cottage in the distance.
I could hear the delightful screams and squeals of my many nieces and nephews.
"Uncle John!" I heard as our carriage got closer, and that moment my sister stepped out of home. Her with child once again.
I stopped the carriage and helped my very nervous lady down.
"Brother, it was a surprise to get notice that you were coming today, and with someone who has finally tamed your wild ways." Anna teased as she kissed my cheek.
"Oh hush you, but yes you are correct. I have fallen in love, well been in love with this fine woman for a very long time. Dear sister, I would like for you to meet my love." I introduced the two of them, and Anna's eyes widened for a moment when she heard the Bridgerton last name.
"How very nice to meet you. Please have a seat out here, it is much to nice of a day to spend inside." Anna said, and the two of us agreed.
My nieces and nephews surrounded us as we tried to sit down asking us a bunch of questions.
"Children. She is a guest." My sister said with a strong voice, that had them instantly calm down.
"I have treats and tea. I will grab them." Anna said, and my sweet woman offered to help, but Anna quickly turned down her help.
"You are guest for now, but John why don't you come and help me. Children, behave. Remember I can hear all, and see all."
I had to cough to to hide my laugh as I watched the children muttered amongst themselves at their mother's threat.
"What would you like for me to grab?" I asked her as I looked around, then I felt slap upside my head.
"What is that for?" I groaned as I rubbed the back of my head.
"She is a Bridgerton!" Anna exclaimed.
"Yes, we know." I said back with attitude, not liking that I was hit.
"Even though her family is kind, I do know that they would not allow you to marry her."
I stayed quiet.
"Do not tell me you two have run away?"
Before I could answer her, another voice chimed in.
"I understand your concern Anna, but this is mine and John's choice."
"A choice that could put him in jail, and you alone for the rest of your life."
"Anna, I know your heart is in the right place." I tried to speak, but I was interrupted.
"In high society, there are many, many rules that must be followed. Many girls do not marry for love, but of social obligation for their families. When it was my turn to enter society, I did, pushing aside my feelings for John, and trying to do what was expected of me, as a woman of high society, but with each suitor that came knocking, bringing gifts to try and impress me, I only wanted one person to do that. I was going to end up alone for the rest of my life. I refused to be some trophy for a man who would have a mistress and leave me to raise his children."
My sister gave us a soft, but sad smile.
"Where are you going if I may ask? Your family will be awfully worried." I am glad she changed the topic of conversation, for now.
"Slova. Her great-aunt left her a cottage." I said as I kissed the side of my love's head.
"You two have a far journey. Let's spend some time together before you two head off. I know my children have missed you dear brother, and my husband will be home in a few hours." Anna said as she finally grabbed her kettle to take outside.
ANTHONY'S POV:
My brothers and I stopped at The Angel Inn. Always a favourite spot of our fathers and our sister.
"Yes, I am looking for a woman and a man who may have stopped here last night."
The lady behind the desk just gave me a look. "We get plenty of those each day. Unless you can tell me what they look like, I can not help you." She went to turn away, but Colin stepped in.
"I believe these may help. These are drawings of the two people we are searching for." Benedict pulled out two pieces of parchment.
I clasped Benedict on his shoulder as the lady took a look at the drawings.
"Yes, they left this morning. He had someone bring a letter to a family member."
"May we speak to that person?" I inquired.
"Of course. That would be me son. Jack." She called.
"Yes mam?"
"These gentlemen are wondering who this man sent you to this morning." Jack looked at the drawing.
"His sister, lives in Abingdon, at some cottage called Flowersland."
"Thank you." I said to him, handing both him and his Mother coin for their help.
Benedict was already outside, informing Colin and Gregory what we were informed.
"They are not far and if we time it correctly, we will catch them." I said as I got upon my horse.
"On to Abingdon dear brother's. Let us bring our sister home." I said, hoping in my heart that we get to them in time.
I know it has been months since I uodated, if you would still like to be added to the tag list/kept on the tag list, please let me know. Had massive writers block.
The Targaryen family throws a masquerade ball to find a match for Aerion. He is bored out of his mind at the ball, and is about to sneak away when a woman catches his eye. He corners the woman demanding to know her name. She tells him her name, but does not say which family she is from, which irritates Aerion to no end, but he instantly becomes infatuated with her. Even more so about the coloured silks she has tied around her arm. When the ball is over, he must find her, and when he does, he finds out her House has some interesting traditions that involve silk bands, and doing sexual activities with someone who the person wearing them, so wishes to do with.
I looked around the room, the black dragon mask covering the top half of my face, bored out of my mind, as I put grape after grape into my mouth.
I snapped my fingers, pointing at my goblet wanting it to be filled with more of the finest wine.
"You know this ball is for you." My father snarled at me, with his own bored expression across his face.
"I never asked for this ball. I am perfectly capable of finding my own wife."
Daeron snickered into his own drink at what I said, and I just glared at him.
"You are no closer to finding a wife than I, dear brother."
I was about to say some snide remark, but I for once decided to hold my tongue.
I continued to people watch, a snarl prominent on my face.
I barely acknowledged the brave Lords and Lady's as they approached myself and my father.
Introducing their daughters to me, whom could not look me in my eyes.
I will not be with someone who lacks confidence.
I will not be with someone who can not hold their own with me.
Yes, many of their daughters are beautiful, but I need someone who can match my intelligence as well.
I refuse to be married to someone who can barely hold a conversation with me.
Some lowly Lord is introducing his daughter, and I have not heard a word he has said.
I stood up, causing the blumbering man to stop mid-sentence.
"Please continue. I will be right back. I need some air." I said to the small group with a fake smile. Of course my family saw right through that, but I paid them no mind as I walked down the steps to the floor.
Guests moved out of my way.
I was almost to the hallway, ready to take the secret passages through the castle to my room, when someone caught my eye, and actually took my breath away.
She was wearing a black and red dress, that seemed to cling to her body in all the right places. Her mask, while simple, was almost blood red, with bits of lace.
She was talking to some woman who was standing close to her.
Before I knew what I was doing, like my feet were possessed by some witch, I was walking towards her.
Everyone around her moved out of my way, and she looked confused as she was left standing there by herself.
That was until I cleared my throat.
"Your highness." She bowed. My eyes instantly drawn to her chest.
"You may stand." I said.
"May I ask this is an honor to be speaking to you my Prince." She told me, looking directly into my eyes.
"I am sorry, but I do not know your name." I said plainly.
She told me her first name.
"But what is your house name?" This question seemed to bring an almost smug smile to her face.
"As a Prince, should you not know the names of all the houses that are loyal to House Targaryen?" She teased.
I heard gasps all around us, as no one has dared to speak to me like that before.
"That may be true, but usually one wears their house colours." I remarked.
"Prince Aerion, my house colours are boring and drab. Now, your house colours, black and red are much more suitable for a ball."
I tried to remember what houses had drab colours, when I noticed different coloured silk ribbons tied around her arm.
I counted them to see how many there are. "Why do you have fifteen silk ribbons tied around your arm?" I inquired.
She was about to answer when my father called my name.
"I see you are needed elsewhere, Prince Aerion." She bowed as I turned away, my thoughts only with her and the silk ribbons.
The ball was almost over as each family slowly started to leave. My eyes were only focused on one person, and I barely took my eyes off of her.
Even when she took off her mask for a brief moment, it was like took all my breath from my body.
She was breathtaking.
"You are dismissed." My Father muttered as he noticed I was not paying any mind to the suck ups that are saying goodbye for the second or third time.
I practically flew out of my seat, walking purposely towards her.
"I must know what the silk ribbons mean. They have to mean something." I declared, startling her.
"Prince Aerion, they mean nothing." She said as she turned around to look at me.
"I have noticed the two other women who came with you, also have the same ribbons, but some are missing. I know they mean something, now what do they mean?" I demanded once more.
She sighed.
She actually had the nerve to sigh at me, and I didn't want to harm her.
"In my House, when a woman becomes of age, we are given fifteen silk ribbons to tie around our arms. Each colour means something different, but you must start at the wrist and work your way up. Now, if a man pulls on the ribbon, and the wearer does not wish to engage in what the colours signifies, then the wearer takes the ribbon back, instead of allowing the grabber to keep it."
"Sounds like an odd way of courting." I said, grabbing her arm and looking at each colour.
"Yes, basically. If a man grabs the first colour, and the wearer agrees to it, then they have officially began courting."
"You said that I must start at the wrist?" She nodded her head yes.
I gently grabbed tbe yellow ribbon and pulled on it, until it became loose. I held it up so she could see it in my hand.
She looked at it and grabbed my hand that was holding it, and gently closed my fist around it.
"What does yellow mean?" I asked, knowing from this moment on, I have become infatuated with this woman.
"Wearer is willing to hug." She simply said.
I opened my arms and let her walk into them, and thr moment she did, it felt like I could breath again.
I could smell the flowers in her hair, and the simple, but yet alluring fragrance she used to wash her body in.
"Aerion. We must leave. Have to be up early." My very drunk brother called out.
"Good bye my Prince." She said to me as she stepped back away from our hug, my arms dropping to my side.
"Good bye my Lady." I walked backwards, not wanting her to leave my eyesight, but I seemed to blink and she was gone.
"Who was that, dear brother?" Daeron asked.
It dawned on me that I didn't get her house name.
"FUCK!" I shouted, stomping away from my brother, leaving him standing there, wondering what that was about.
AN: sorry about taking so long. Had massive writers block for this story.
John and I got up early the following morning and had a quick bite to eat at the Inn.
As the two of us packed our final things, he stopped, looked at me, and said my name.
"Yes John?"I asked him, my heart beating so hard in my chest I was sure he could hear it. I hope he wasn't changing his mind.
"I feel like I have to ask this just in case, as we are still close enough to home. Do you wish to continue to our cottage, or go back home?"
I could have melted right then and there, as he called my family home his home, and the cottage, our cottage.
I cupped his cheek in my hand, and he leaned into it. His eyes closed for a moment as I ran my thumb across his cheek.
"I wish for us to continue our journey to our cottage."
He seemed to let out a small breath, as if he had been holding it in.
"Are you regretting us running away?"I questioned him, and his eyes opened quickly.
He grabbed my wrist to the hand that was still cupping his cheek, turned his head and kissed my palm gently.
"I have no regrets." John said to me.
"Good, now let us be on our way. We have a bit to go today, and your sister's places are somewhat along the way; it would be nice to meet them."
I kissed him as I dropped my hand from his face, ready to grab my gloves, when his hands suddenly gripped my waist, turning me to face him once more.
I was about to ask him what was wrong when his lips suddenly met mine, his hands squeezing my waist a bit tighter.
I practically melted into the kiss and into his arms.
John pulled back first and leaned his forehead against mine, and took a deep breath, his eyes still closed.
"I love you, so very much, and I wish to shout it from the rooftops."
I couldn't help but giggle as the image of John on the roof shouting about how much he loves me.
"And I love you my dear, sweet John. You have owned my heart ever since I met you, and even though it would be fun to watch you yell your love for me from the roof, we must make haste."
"You are very right my dear, but I will first send word to my oldest sister that you and I will be visiting her this afternoon."
"That sounds like a wonderful idea. No need to surprise her." I told him as I went to grab my bag, but John just gently took it from me.
"I can not have you carry out your own bag my love. You are to be my wife."
I followed behind John as we left our room. He stopped off at the front desk to pay for the rooms and also have word sent to his oldest sister that he was coming with his betrothed.
"Before we leave, why don't we have a quick bite to eat before our journey." I suggested.
"But we just finished eating." John said to me.
"I know, but I am enjoying it here so much. Just reminds me of my trips here with my father."
John grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles. "Then we shall have something small to eat." He said to me.
JOHN'S POV
I could see my oldest sisters cottage in the distance.
I could hear the delightful screams and squeals of my many nieces and nephews.
"Uncle John!" I heard as our carriage got closer, and that moment my sister stepped out of home. Her with child once again.
I stopped the carriage and helped my very nervous lady down.
"Brother, it was a surprise to get notice that you were coming today, and with someone who has finally tamed your wild ways." Anna teased as she kissed my cheek.
"Oh hush you, but yes you are correct. I have fallen in love, well been in love with this fine woman for a very long time. Dear sister, I would like for you to meet my love." I introduced the two of them, and Anna's eyes widened for a moment when she heard the Bridgerton last name.
"How very nice to meet you. Please have a seat out here, it is much to nice of a day to spend inside." Anna said, and the two of us agreed.
My nieces and nephews surrounded us as we tried to sit down asking us a bunch of questions.
"Children. She is a guest." My sister said with a strong voice, that had them instantly calm down.
"I have treats and tea. I will grab them." Anna said, and my sweet woman offered to help, but Anna quickly turned down her help.
"You are guest for now, but John why don't you come and help me. Children, behave. Remember I can hear all, and see all."
I had to cough to to hide my laugh as I watched the children muttered amongst themselves at their mother's threat.
"What would you like for me to grab?" I asked her as I looked around, then I felt slap upside my head.
"What is that for?" I groaned as I rubbed the back of my head.
"She is a Bridgerton!" Anna exclaimed.
"Yes, we know." I said back with attitude, not liking that I was hit.
"Even though her family is kind, I do know that they would not allow you to marry her."
I stayed quiet.
"Do not tell me you two have run away?"
Before I could answer her, another voice chimed in.
"I understand your concern Anna, but this is mine and John's choice."
"A choice that could put him in jail, and you alone for the rest of your life."
"Anna, I know your heart is in the right place." I tried to speak, but I was interrupted.
"In high society, there are many, many rules that must be followed. Many girls do not marry for love, but of social obligation for their families. When it was my turn to enter society, I did, pushing aside my feelings for John, and trying to do what was expected of me, as a woman of high society, but with each suitor that came knocking, bringing gifts to try and impress me, I only wanted one person to do that. I was going to end up alone for the rest of my life. I refused to be some trophy for a man who would have a mistress and leave me to raise his children."
My sister gave us a soft, but sad smile.
"Where are you going if I may ask? Your family will be awfully worried." I am glad she changed the topic of conversation, for now.
"Slova. Her great-aunt left her a cottage." I said as I kissed the side of my love's head.
"You two have a far journey. Let's spend some time together before you two head off. I know my children have missed you dear brother, and my husband will be home in a few hours." Anna said as she finally grabbed her kettle to take outside.
ANTHONY'S POV:
My brothers and I stopped at The Angel Inn. Always a favourite spot of our fathers and our sister.
"Yes, I am looking for a woman and a man who may have stopped here last night."
The lady behind the desk just gave me a look. "We get plenty of those each day. Unless you can tell me what they look like, I can not help you." She went to turn away, but Colin stepped in.
"I believe these may help. These are drawings of the two people we are searching for." Benedict pulled out two pieces of parchment.
I clasped Benedict on his shoulder as the lady took a look at the drawings.
"Yes, they left this morning. He had someone bring a letter to a family member."
"May we speak to that person?" I inquired.
"Of course. That would be me son. Jack." She called.
"Yes mam?"
"These gentlemen are wondering who this man sent you to this morning." Jack looked at the drawing.
"His sister, lives in Abingdon, at some cottage called Flowersland."
"Thank you." I said to him, handing both him and his Mother coin for their help.
Benedict was already outside, informing Colin and Gregory what we were informed.
"They are not far and if we time it correctly, we will catch them." I said as I got upon my horse.
"On to Abingdon dear brother's. Let us bring our sister home." I said, hoping in my heart that we get to them in time.
I know it has been months since I uodated, if you would still like to be added to the tag list/kept on the tag list, please let me know. Had massive writers block.
Summary: F/Reader is the niece of Otto Hightower. She is forced to talk to the Blackwood House to join their side, but she has a secret that she is keeping from her family. She supports the rightful Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen.
I felt like I couldn't breathe as I walked through the halls of Raventree Hall. My Uncle Otto, has requested that his family ride out to meet with the houses who still do not side with Aegon, who my family believes is the true King.
I tried to tell my mother that I did not want to go to Raventree Hall, to Blackwood Land. That it was to far for a woman of my class to be going, and that we should send a knight or another messenger.
"It will be good for a family member of Aegon to show face." Was all she said to me, and that was that.
What my family did not know was that I did not believe my cousin Aegon was the rightful king. I am a supporter of his half-sister Rhaenyra, which I have kept quiet from my family, as they would have me imprisoned for treason or killed.
I kept my head held up high as the doors opened, and my name was announced. I walked in, and every single person was staring at me, but my focus was on the head of the household, Davos Blackwood.
He looked me up and down with a smirk on his face. "When I heard that the cousin of that cunt was on Blackwood Land, I almost didn't believe it, but here we are."
The men in the room laughed, and I almost did to when he called Aegon that. He wasn't wrong.
"My Lord, as you just said I am here on behalf of King Aegon Targaryen, and I." He held his hand up.
"He is not the true King, and I will not stand by him." He looked to be done with this meeting already.
"I understand that Lord Blackwood."
He stood up, and the men who accompanied me pulled out their swords, as did the Blackwood men, but none of this fazed Davos as he walked towards me. I didn't move, not even when he was so close to me I could feel his breath on my face.
"Do you? I say this once more for you to hear, Blackwood's will stand by and fight for the rightful Queen."
"I wish to speak to you alone." I told him softly, which took him by surprise. "Leave us." Davos called out, and the members of his house left us, just as I told my men, who did not wish to leave.
"And why do you wish for us to be alone? What could you not say in front of your men, my Lady?" He was circling me, slowly.
"I do not support Aegon." It felt good to finally say that out loud, but that had Davos stopping to look at me with disbelief.
"You, niece of Otto Hightower, cousin of the cunt who calls himself the King, do not support your own family."
"Rhaenyra is the rightful queen. Why would her father, who for years say she was the rightful heir, all of a sudden on his deathbed say his son, was now to be King? And the only person who would hear that was my cousin Alicent, who has been conspiring long before that with my Uncle to get a Hightower descendant on the throne."
"Your family will kill you once they find out."
"I know my Lord."
"Please call me Davos, my Lady." I asked him to call me by my name as well.
"You are more than welcome to stay here at Raventree Hall." I was stunned to hear him offer that.
"But what of my men?"
"Do you care for them?" I thought about it, and I did not. They are horrible men, who seem to think they have power of me.
"I do not." A smile came over his handsome face.
"They will be killed, and their bodies buried deep. You will stay here for as long as you like, unless you wish to go back to your family?"
I thought about it, and I do not. I can only be quiet about my support for Rhaenyra for so long.
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I have been at a Raventree Hall for just four moons now, the men who I came with long killed and buried deep in the woods not far from here.
I sent a raven to Queen Rhaenyra letting her know that I fully support her, and will do anything she asks.
I was not expecting a raven with not one, but two letters to return.
I looked to see who the other letter was for, and I saw that it was for Davos. I found him where I could usually find out him, outside sparring.
I was standing at the top of the little hill, and one of the Tully lads pointed in my direction, which made Davos turn around.
He smiled at me and walked up the hill, and I felt butterflies in my stomach.
Him and I have grown close. He has been teaching me much about his house history, and I find it fascinating.
"This came from the Queen." I handed him the scroll with his name on it. "For me?" He took it, looking at it, not believing that the Queen wrote him.
"Yes, I have one as well. I have not read mine yet."
He opened the scroll and as as he was reading it, I could see that his eyes got wider with each word it seemed.
"What does it say, if you do not mind me asking." That seemed to shake him out of his thoughts. "Here, read it." I gently took the letter from him, and I could see why he looked so stunned.
"She wishes for us to marry." I looked up at him as I said this. "For our two houses to join in marriage and eventually in blood. It is our choice, but this is her wishes."
I shoved the parchment back in his hands and grabbed my scroll from my pocket.
She thanked me for supporting her. That she will do anything to protect me from my family. Then she wrote the same thing she wrote in his.
"If the Queen wishes for us to marry, then we should marry." I told him. Davos looked unsure.
"Davos, if you do not wish to marry me, that is fine, but just so you know, I am alright with this. Please think on it." I left him there, walking back to his ancestral home.
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I heard a knock on door of the bedroom that was gifted to me for my stay here. "You may enter." I called out, looking up from the book that I have been reading.
The one thing that surprised me the most about Raventree Hall is the vast library.
The door open and in stepped Davos. I instantly stood up from the bed, placing the book gently on my bed.
"Davos." I said his name softly, not knowing if he has come to his decision. It has been a few days since we got our letters from the Queen, and I have been waiting for him to make up his mind.
"I wish to marry you. We shall be married in a week's time." He said to me, looking down at his feet.
"Only if you are sure Davos." I walked towards him. He looked up, and stared in my eyes. He grabbed my hands in his and squeezed them.
"I have never been so sure of something in my life. It only took this long because I was trying to find my parent's rings."
My heart seem to melt at that. I knew how much he cared for his parents, and how much he misses them.
"May I kiss you?" Davos asked, and I said yes.
He cupped my face with his strong hands, and when our lips connected for our first kiss, I seemed to melt into him as I was not expecting his lips to feel so soft.
I wanted to deepen the kiss, but he pulled back, leaning his forehead against mine.
"I can not wait for you to become my wife. You captured my attention the first time my eyes on you, but you slowly worked your way into my heart."
Who knew this man, who so many feared in the battle, was this kind and gentle to the people who he loves and cares about.
"And I can't not wait for you to be my husband, but I do have one concern." He pulled back so I could look at him when I spoke.
"I have nothing to my name. I have no army, coin , or anything to bring to our union." I knew I was disowned, and therefore lost everything that I would have brought to my marriage.
"Do you promise to be loyal to me and to my House?" Davos asked me.
"Of course." I told him.
"Then that is all I ask."
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We were to be married outside, but the rain came out of nowhere, and we got married in the mail hall, surrounded by the men and women who were loyal to House Blackwood.
It didn't take long for me to end up pregnant, which was no suprise to him and I, or anyone who worked in Raventree Hall.
Our first morning as husband and wife, one of the servants walked in our chamber, me moaning Davos name loudly as he ate me out for the first time. I still remember it.
I woke up to his soft kisses. First on my lips, then down my chest as he settled between my spread legs. "What are you doing Davos?" I was curious, as I propped up on my elbows to look down at him.
"Just trust me." Was all he said before he went down on me. I fell back on the bed, my hands going in his hair, moaning his name loudly. I was already close, and when he inserted two of his fingers, I swore I saw stars.
My back arched off the bed, as he quickly brought me to orgasm, and at that moment, as I crying out Davos name, the servant walked in, probably assuming I told them to come in, but what they saw was their Lord Blackwood eating out and fingering their new Lady Blackwood.
I wanted to pay him back, and I heard of blow jobs from listening in on my brother's conversations as they would talk about visiting the local brothel.
"You want to what?" Davos was stunned when I brought this up to him.
"I have heard about men being pleasured like how you did with me, but I need you to tell me what to do."
He seemed to gulp, but told me he would that night.
As I sat on my knees, his cock in my mouth, his hand on my head, not pushing my head down, but just there.
"You are doing beautiful my love." He moaned, as he looked down at me. I kept my eyes on him, not wanting to miss a single moment of me bringing this type of pleasure to him.
"Just like that, up and down."
His breathing sounded labored, as I moved my head up and down, moving faster and faster. Without him telling me, I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, and started to move my hand up and down in a jerking motion, my lips wrapped tightly around the tip as I sucked.
Davos tried to pull my head back, moaning that he was going to cum, but I wanted to finish this through. I was stunned when my filled with his cum, not expecting so much. I pulled back coughing, his cum dripping down my chin onto my chest.
His chest was rising and falling fast, as he tried to catch his breath it seemed like.
"You okay my love?" Davous asked me, as he was concerned that I coughed as he came in my mouth. "I am fine. I want to do it every day."
I giggled as he groaned, his head falling back. "You will be the death of me, I swear to the Gods."
And my favourite place to make love in, besides are bedchamber, is the library. There have many instances where I would be reading, and Davos would walk in and he would just have to give me a look and we were wrapped up in one another.
My favourite memory is when we were on my favourite seat that over looks the Blackwood land, Davos hands on my hips as I rode him. His cock buried deep with in me, my mouth hanging open, as little whines fell from my lips.
Davos face was buried in my chest as his own hips were lifting from the couch to thrust up into me, trying to get as deep as possible.
He was biting and kissing my chest, but hands gripping the back of the seat for leverage. I was trying to be quiet, but he felt so good, that his name fell from my lips like a prayer, which seemed to get louder and louder.
I was lost in the pleasure I didn't realise that Davos has reached down between our two bodies, until I felt his thumb on my clit and started to rub it.
I cried out his name, my pussy fluttering around his cock as I came, collapsing against his chest.
Davos thrust up into me few more times before he stilled, the two of us moaning as he filled me with his seed.
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Davos found me looking outside as the sun set. His arms wrapping around me, his hands on my pregnant stomach.
"Come back inside. You will catch a chill." He said to me.
"Just stay out here a bit longer." I asked him, as I relaxed into his embrace.
"Okay, a bit longer, then we go back inside." Davos softly said to me as the two of us watched the sun finally set.
He helped me inside, and I looked at him, placing my hand on my stomach, with a content smile on my face.
"What has you so happy?" Davos asked me.
"Just happy is all Davos." I said to him. He stopped walking and he wrapped his arms around my waist, and I place my hands on his shoulders.
"And I am very happy with you my love." He kissed me once more, and I couldn't help but smile into the kiss.
Summary: Cregan is finally home from war. This is his first few days back home & how he spends his days with his Lady Wife.
Cregan laid on his back, his arms crossed underneath as he watched his wife ride him.
He had been home less that four days and the two of them have hardly left their chambers.
He is certain he has taken her on every service in here.
The servants leave the food by the door, not daring to enter after what one of them saw that first night home.
Two of them enter, believing that the sounds they heard were their Lord giving them permission to come in.
But what they walked in on was Lord Cregan bare bottom as he plowed his Lady wife into their bed.
Her cries of pleasure and his grunts as he came still haunted the servants who have never seen their Lord and Lady this way.
"Come on my love. Just like that. Use me, just like how I have used your body." Cregan groaned as he reached for her hips to make her move faster upon him.
His grip was strong as he lifted her up and down, the sounds of his name falling from her lips was the only sound he wanted to hear for the rest of his days.
Her back arched just as he sat up, closing his mouth around her nipple and sucking on it.
Her hands woven through his brown hair, her body shaking as he pulled another orgasm from her body.
Her pussy fluttering around his still thrusting cock as she gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin once more, leaving her mark on his skin.
Cregan pulled her down one last time, bucking up into her as he came, him crying out her name as he filled her once more.
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Cregan woke up the next morning, tired and worn out, but he felt something warm around his hard cock.
He moved the furs from his person, and he stared into the mischievous eyes of his wife, who was slowly moving her head up and down his cock.
When she got to the base, and her face was buried in his hair down there, Cregan felt a shiver go up his spine, and it wasn't from the cold.
Cregan watched his wife take his cock over and over again down her throat until he was calling out her name as he came.
He watched as she swallowed every last drop, and even opened her mouth when to show him that she swallowed it all.
Cregan pulled her up along his body, like she weighed nothing at all, flipped her onto her stomach as fucked her into the mattress.
The servants once more leaving their breakfast outside their bed chamber, and leaving quickly when they heard their Lady scream out in pleasure.
