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[the-shattered-shield]

Every Game Needs a Victor | Audun/Kate

It was early when I woke up. /Very/ early. 

Slipping out of bed, I have myself a bath and then make up some tea for Kate and I and a bit of oatmeal, something that I like having on cold mornings. Afterward, I slip outside to see when practice for The Games begins, speaking with a friend who's sitting out on his porch and having a smoke. 

Satisfied that I haven't any need to rush, I head home again and take a seat on my soft, straw and down mattress to wake up Kate. I lay my lips on her neck, nuzzling a bit and smiling to myself. "Wake up," I tell her, voice softer than usual. "You wouldn't want breakfast to get cold, now would you? Wake up, darling."  

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@chefwhiphand ~Cont.

The next morning

He wakes up early the next morning and he can feel you next to him. It's then that he remembers you're lying beside him. With a smile, he kisses your neck and he slips out of bed. He goes and he takes a quick bath, using some of the water that was left in his basin and then he gets dressed. You can feel him sits down on the mattress to put his boots on.

He leans over to you, turning around. He can see you stir and wake up, and he smiles at that sleepy look on your face. "Kate," he says quietly, laying his lips on your neck before looking back up at you. "I'll be back,I promise. I'm just going to a friend of mine's to get some clothng for you. You can stay asleep if you'd like. I know you're tired." 

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@chef4whiphand ~Cont.

"You could have been found by an orc hunting party," he says, his voice husky. "You couldn't even begin to imagine the horrors of what they would have done to you." 

He can't help but laugh a little as you say that bit about his reputation. "Oh, my love, were you not listening earlier? It would be bad for my reputation if I didn't have a woman home with me, even if I couldn't recall her name." He laughs again, leaning over and laying his lips on your forehead.

"Worry not, you're in good hands. I am deeply, deeply sorry if you cannot get home. I know...what that feels like, wanting to get home when you know that you cannot. I am sorry your heart aches. But...I suppose I can try to mend it for you, if you'd let me. We can make this house a home."

He's bold for saying something like that, but he knows that he /needs/ to, otherwise you'll think he's just being nice and letting you stay. He appreciates you. He likes you as a woman. You're strong and beautiful and he would want nothing more than to be your man. Without another word, he rolls onto his back, just looking up at the ceiling and relaxing into his pillows.