Holding a hand over your mouth to muffle your breathing, you peered out from behind the tree, seeing Robb slowly patrolling the forest, calling out after you.
“Y/N? I know you’re in here somewhere, and I know these woods better than you. I’ll find you, it’s only a matter of time. I’ll get you back for this morning!”
This morning, you’d awoken your lover with a pail of freezing water, rushing out of the room and fleeing into the woods to avoid his wrath, however harmless it could be.
He chased you to the Weirwood, but you managed to hide in between some of the trees, and had remained hidden for the better part of an hour, heart pounding against your chest. You could hear his footsteps cracking on branches and snow, growing closer by the second. In a last ditch effort, you sprung out from behind your tree, intending to dart across the clearing, but finding his arms around your waist in an instant.
Holding you tightly, and resisting your struggles, he laughed lowly in your ear. “You didn’t think I’d catch you?”
Still thrashing in his arms, you pounded futilely on his arms, demanding he release you, a wide and carefree smile on your face.
His fingers began to trace your waist, watching you erupt into uncontrollable laughter as he caressed your weak spots, tickling you into submission. “This’ll serve as a reminder when you want to wake me in future days!” He teased, feeling you shudder and twist in his arms.
“No! I surrender! Leave me be!” You pleaded, in between strings of laughter, tears building at the corners of your eyes. “Have you no mercy?”
Even when his vengeance was completed, he still held you in his arms, glad to be with you, even when you indulged in your more devious pastimes.
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17 with missandri?
Missandei had always respected your quiet strength. You weren’t a fighter by any means, but you stood up for your ideas and opinions, even when more unsavory characters would bully you into silence. The idea of any woman, especially a former slave, voicing her opinion was threatening to them, and though Khaleesi had repeatedly encouraged you to raise your voice, you were often found in the back of the room, listening and speaking only when asked.
It was a habit she was trying to free you of.
“You’re not a slave anymore, Y/N. You can say whatever you want to. You’re intelligent and wise,” she caressed your cheek, nudging you into meeting her eyes. “Speak your mind.”
“I love you.” You responded, heart soaring at a million miles a minute, cheeks flushed with the warmth of young love. “Can I say that?”
Missandei pulled you quickly into a soft and extended kiss, her thumbs tracing circles on your jaw. “Especially that.”
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