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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 18, 2012 13:22:44 GMT -5
He pressed her hand to the front of his breeches so she could feel him starting to stir.
"See how I want you, and that's only your hand. God, our wedding night can't come soon enough for me."
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This time, when Reyna arrived at the King's tent, she was careful to dress less like a highborn Andal lady. So instead of a flowing gown and tight bodice, she wore her riding breeches and a soft green tunic, with tall leather boots. She had her maid plait her hair to keep it out of her face. She came nervously, since she knew her last meeting with the king hadn't exactly gone well.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2012 13:25:23 GMT -5
Hannah gives it a squeeze without smiling, her face that beatific look she gets. "It will be a night to remember."
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Euric bids her sit and offers wine. "I've changed my mind. I need someone I trust heading east. You seem smart enough."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 18, 2012 13:30:59 GMT -5
"Aye, it will. You'll soon learn that marrying a man of experience is well worth it."
He knew he was doing his thinking with his manhood right now but he really didn't care.
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Reyna sat and delicately took a glass of wine. The offer surprised her, and, this time, disappointed her. She had hoped to be able to spend some time with Fyodor. How could she do that if she were to be sent away.
"But...my lord! Are you sure? What about the lords and captains? Do they not mind?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2012 13:51:49 GMT -5
"Marrying a man who wields a sword so well even without his preferred blade is well worth it. We can reclaim my father's inheritance from those wretched filth my sisters married. I wish I could take you now."
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"Of course not; most of them couldn't negotiate their way into a willing woman's bed, much less a trade deal....or a naval agreement. My brother will be going with you as far as Volantis, maybe to New Valyria, Drowned God willing." He stares at her pointedly. "Your precious northman will have to wait."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 18, 2012 14:13:15 GMT -5
Ragnar grinned and pressed her fingers more firmly against his breeches.
"You could if you don't mind losing your maidenhead before the wedding. I would have no objection to that. But you are quite right, your sisters' husbands cannot be allowed to inherit from your father."
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Reyna bit her lip in confusion.
"Lord King......I...I had been hoping I may change my post to become the Ambassador to the North instead of to Casterly Rock. But I will tell Fyodor that we must wait. Although, my lord, I would need to know your intentions in more detail regarding the east."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2012 14:17:36 GMT -5
She adopts a mock innocent look. "But, Lord Ragnar, I am a chaste woman." She leans in and whispers in his ear. "When we get back to Old Wyk...I will fuck you until you scream."
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"The North can wait. I need eyes on the dragons and the Free Cities; their navies are the potential threats. The Iron Fleet's supremacy over the seas of Westeros cannot be questioned."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 18, 2012 14:21:17 GMT -5
Unsurprisingly, his arousal grew at the comment. He pulled her close and whispered "Aye? You'll be screaming louder, I promise. They'll hear you on the mainland."
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Reyna frowned a little.
"I will go, my lord, but I cannot be in each of the Free Cities at once. I think it would be wise for me to choose one to make my base and to set up contacts throughout all of the others to keep us informed. I have not met the Targaryens yet. I think it would be wise for me to go where they go, but I would need an introduction from somebody. One does not simply walk up to a dragon."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2012 14:25:17 GMT -5
She kissed his cheek and pulled away. "We'll see...."
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"An Ironborn walks to anyone they damn well choose," Euric says. "They've invited us to their little hovel, and we're going to see if it's worth allying with, or if we should just take it. Tyrosh and Lys are the two main concerns; the islands walkers have some decent ships, but don't discount Myr and Volantis. My brother will make sure that we have agents in the cities prior to your arrival. Your job is to be his hand, to manage in his absence."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 18, 2012 14:40:36 GMT -5
"Aye, we will. Just remember, I'm not some fool knight to treat you like a delicate flower. I like it rough," he said, winking at her.
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Reyna nodded.
"Of course. I will go and meet the dragons before I leave."
She thought for a moment.
"I don't speak any of the tongues of the Free Cities. I wanted to learn, but then I went to Casterly Rock, and there hasn't been time. We may need some translators."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2012 14:46:16 GMT -5
"And I'm no salt wife."
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"You worry too much to be Ironborn. You think we haven't thought about speaking to the bastards?" Euric leans forward. "You'll have plenty of time to practice on your voyage."
To the other question; "Yes, maybe it would do some good. See what you think of him. No fop, at least; they sent us a man who could be respected in battle."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 18, 2012 14:52:24 GMT -5
"I never said you were," he said. "But you'll see how pleasurable it can be, when we get to Old Wyk."
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"You've met him already, then?" She asked. "If I am to meet him, it would be good to know if he's the kind of man who succumbs to female wiles or not."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2012 14:54:26 GMT -5
Hannah smiles and turns about to leave, exaggerating the sway of her hips.
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"I ain't no woman," Euric grumbles. "But I imagine he likes the ladies well enough. You look good enough to get into bed with him, I think. Proper negotiation tactic."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 18, 2012 15:04:04 GMT -5
Ragnar whistled at her as she walked away then swaggered back to his tent.
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"Well, yes, my lord, that's what I was wondering. Not that I want to go to bed with him, particularly, but if he thinks I might...it could be useful. I just wondered if you'd heard anything of his dealings with women. We must all use the weapons we have, after all."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2012 15:15:06 GMT -5
"Nothing about him and no women, but his princesses sure get around. Royalty always see a lot of teases, Harlaw; they are tough to fool in that."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 18, 2012 15:23:21 GMT -5
"AH. Well, I will have to see when I meet him," she said. "It's hard to plan for the unpredictable."
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