Six years later, Jon and Daenerys Stargeryn are still preparing for the up an coming winter war.
The Lions in the south stock around ready to pounce at a moment notice.
The Flowers in the west grows towards the throne.
And the Snakes in the east s...
"You have got to be kinda me", I growl as I watch my friend make eyes at one of my cousins
Slapping him on the arm with irritation, "Sorry bro! I can't help it she's beautiful"
"She's out of your class", I grin
Rolling his eye, "Of course she is because I'm a highborn lord and she's not"
"You wish", I couldn't help but grin, "But if you truly love her I can arrange you a title"
"You would do that for me", he questioned with an raised eyebrow
"Of course. Your not just my guard your family"
Without warning, I heard my aunt handmaiden scream my name, "Leith!!! Leith!!! Oh there you are", she said racing down the street as her blonde hair bounce behind her
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Elbowing me in the side, "Speaking of love here comes her lovely lady Margaery", Michael laughs as I push him
I couldn't help but smile as lady Margaery got closer. Her beauty and sweet wit is the one of the many reasons why I love her. Her deep chocolate eyes are warm and welcome, as is her kisses and touch. Margery's honey blonde hair alway hangs freely as she pulls the front portion of her hair back. She looks lovely and one day I will make an honest women out of her. Until then Margery will always feel my love.
"Good Afternoon, Mi'Lord. I've come to fletch you because Mi'Lady Debbie Marbrand wants to have words with you", she smiled
Reaching out for her hand, but she jerked away looking over her shoulder at my Aunts ladies in waiting are not far behind, and are watching very closely. Rolling my eyes at my aunt's childish attempt at keeping Margaery and myself aways form each other. It's a years too late for that, I grin to myself, as I picture Margaery riding my shaft hard and fast.
'Fuck' , I grunt to myself as my manhood frowns hard with the thought
"Of course, lead the way", I say as I follow her into my small castle.
Once we made it inside, I walked to rest of the way by myself to my aunt Debbie's meeting room. Every since her husband had gone to KingsLanding my aunt had been acting like the lord of the house instead of the lady.
Lady Debbie Marbrand was just as mean and acid tongue as Queen Cersei. If I didn't know any better I would say she was her real mother instead of lady Joanna. Her cold blue eyes, beautiful blonde hair and beauty only made the reality of her cruelty more shocking. It is still hard to believe that she is my mother's youngest sister, by an year. But it was hard to tell, even in their youth. I was told my aunt Debbie had an mind sharper then an Valyrian steel sword and her wisdom and tactics was ancient and bold then Aegon the conqueror had been. My aunt Debbie Marbrand was a fierce force to the raking with and woe to any that dared stupidly, unknowingly cross her. Not even Lord Tywin Lannister crossed my aunt, which is why I was allow to keep the Lannister name after my mother's death, in child birth. She raised me and claims me as her own. So you can imagination some times I call her mother.
