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The girl chuckled, as she cupped her king’s cheek gently. “Oh my love, if that is what you wish. I will kiss it better.” //ackkkk cuteeee

“You -- don’t actually have to, as if I would command you. But -- “ His grin turned sheepish, dipping his head slightly. “I would have a kiss, if I could, lady wife.”

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              A hiccup had sprung from his throat, lurching through the sloshes of ale and cheap wine. Perhaps it was phantom pains which singed through his shoulder, or perhaps the thought of remaining free of kingship, if for just a moment, had seduced him into drink upon drink. Oh, how he’d regret it when morning reared its head once more. (But for now, morning was a lifetime away. And the thought of Jeyne Westerling was thick on his lips and warm in his chest.)

                                “H—mm. Jeyne. Kind. S’a shame she was born a Westerling— she’s anything but one of the lions’ chew toys. And— y’know, she deserves more than that. Seven Hells, I think she’s the only lady that’s got more to her than a title and a couple of dresses—— and possibly the only lady who doesn’t see how good she is.”

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      They had taken Moat Cailin by siege, by  s t o r m —perhaps the Gods stared in favour of the Young Wolf, perhaps their fingers stirred with might and outrage, for his father’s death and the death of his brothers. But they were not without injury. The arrow came before Robb could duck, dodge, run for cover, nestling beneath wrought steel and kissing against his pallor of flesh, ripping through muscle and tissue and grinning jaws of flint and feather through the blade of his shoulder.

     Pain was rife, striking across ashen features (paling further by the second) and the blood seeping from torn flesh seemed to laugh at him—after all, venturing to the Westerlands, and journeying up to the Crag was plagued by Lannisters. His fingers were sticky with mucilage when head craned to survey the damage.

At the time, there were slight yelps, the tremor of wounded wolves through the atmosphere, though grip lay firmly with his sword. They were reduced to hisses, to slight groans, and soon, the fighting began to reduce to nothing more than smoke and ash.

                  “Secure the castle, find as many captives as you can. Do not harm them more than you need to—and find me a maester.” He’d speak through gritted teeth, a gloved-palm pressed furtively against his weeping arm. “Find me anyone—bring them to my chambers.”

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A blush stained her cheeks, "What... What did you just say?" She was quiet sure she misheard him as she continued taking notes behind her desk.

"I said that I really like morning sex." Jamie couldn't help the corners of his lips moving upwards at the faint splash of red emerged over his cheeks. "And ye've heard me the first time."

[sovereignstark]

[text]The bed is definitely broken beyond repair…

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[sms; J] How long do you think you can hide it for?[sms; J] I'll pay for it, I swear, I just need time to save

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[sms; J] I thought it was weird that your dad told me to finish and get out after he walked in on us. I like him