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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 20, 2012 2:55:36 GMT -5
In spite of his exertions, he felt himself starting to stir. He accepted a sealskin robe from a thrall and followed her up to the keep, where a small feast awaited them.
"So you had your way," Ragnar said, as he seated himself in the thronelike chair. "How does it feel to be a wife?"
He pulled her onto his lap while he waited for the men and their wives to join them.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 3:00:06 GMT -5
"It feels perfect to have married the strongest lord in the Iron Islands, and a blessed man of the Drowned God. I hope I please you." Her hand rubs his manhood, restoring warmth and more besides. "I am not ashamed to show my love for you anywhere."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 20, 2012 3:09:55 GMT -5
"You do please me, and you are right to show your love for me, so long as you are not some clingy woman. I don't care for that sort of behaviour."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 4:18:04 GMT -5
"I expect my lord to be manly. I am no weeping maiden," she exclaims. "I am the Lady of Old Wyk, and Blacktyde, one day."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 20, 2012 15:49:12 GMT -5
"AYe. I know that," he said. "You're a full woman now, and the guardianship of Old Wyk and Drumm Hall and all its people falls to you now. You will have to protect my lands while I am gone."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 16:10:12 GMT -5
"They shall thrive." She says confidently. "The drowned God is pleased with our sacrifice, and the rest of the Iron Islands know better than to dare mess with our affairs."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 20, 2012 16:12:26 GMT -5
"Aye. I know that. But it's no reason not to be vigilant. Remember, our son will be lord here, one day. We need to protect it, for him."
He slipped one hand underneath her robe to squeeze her breast.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 16:50:11 GMT -5
"If anyone attempts to do anything to Old Wyk, they shall learn that Lord Drumm is not the only one they need fear." She wiggles as he squeezes her.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 20, 2012 16:53:49 GMT -5
Ragnar grinned as the thralls served them the lord's portion of fish chowder and a single spoon to serve themselves.
"I am sure all will go in fear of my lady wife. Now let us eat, before I take you in our bed. I doubt either of us will be sleeping much."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 16:59:26 GMT -5
"If you try, I shall think of something to wake you," she promises. she samples the fish chowder and apparently finds it to her approval. "Your thralls are as well-trained as I'd expected."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 20, 2012 17:02:55 GMT -5
"Of course. They know they'll be well-flogged if they don't do as I command."
He took the spoon for a mouthful of soup, took several more, then offered it to Hannah.
"Don't worry, there's no-one among the thralls who will give you trouble."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 17:15:26 GMT -5
"I don't flog; I sacrifice," she states evenly. "the Drowned God can never be too pleased. But...I need my lord now. The sea would have made it difficult to make a son."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 20, 2012 17:19:06 GMT -5
"Yes. It would," Ragnar agreed. "But remember, we need some thralls, so you must not kill them all in my absence."
He finished up the rest of the soup and then looked at her.
"You wish to go to our chamber then? I can have food broght later if you are hungry."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 17:21:40 GMT -5
"I am only hungry for a son, my lord." She took his hand and led him away.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 8, 2015 16:06:03 GMT -5
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Before he left for Old Wyk, Ragnar summoned his wife, Hannah, to his solar. Almost all the preparations for departure had been made, which meant that this was the last time he would see his wife, possibly for months. So he sat wit ha tankard of dark ale while he snarled at one of the thralls who was doing the final packing.
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