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moseslikellamas · 4 months ago

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Thorn of Winterfell pt. 2

Pairing - Stark!OC x Benjicot Blackwood

Summary - The march to war continues with a stop at the Twins and then Raventree hall.

Warnings - some depictions of violence, lore™️, sketchy depictions of medieval hierarchies, spoilers too I suppose. I won’t be completely following cannon but I’m drawing heavily from it.

Word count- 2.1k

Everyone say thank you awoiaf.westeros.org, we love you awoiaf.westeros.org for providing all the lore in an easily accessible manner. Picture is of the unimpressed Syana

Syana decided she liked Forest Frey's wife. She was a young woman not much older than her. She was a loud and funny woman who was charming without trying to be. Sabitha didn’t take any shit from anyone. She was domineering to the men and graciously sweet to the women. Syana got the sense the woman would ride out to war herself if she had the option. But she had a good attitude about it, joking that the twins would screech to a halt if she so much as took a stroll about the gardens. She meant it as an exaggeration joke but her underlying tone suggested it was not.

“Come on you great lot of boring louts! We’ve got a single night and who knows what will come to pass after you leave these halls. Let us have some music and dancing!” The glare she sent about the room when no one moved, set everyone to their feet.

Syana danced first with the prince Jacaerys who looked more and more strained by the hour, his face set in a permanent pout.

“The riverlands are going to think you’ve let the north smother your fire if you keep frowning like that, my prince.”

He set his jaw even tighter, his hand squeezing hers tightly while they spun around the room.

“I should go. Fly back to my mother and talk to her.”

She refrained from rolling her eyes at him. They’d been over this a million times already.

“Lord Dustin doesn’t think its a good idea. You heard him, we don’t know where Aemond is or if he’s watching the skies to Dragonstone. But you can’t outfly him if he is. We know they desperately want what we have, Harrenhal. You can help us here, my prince. Besides, your mother hasn’t seen fit to call you back.”

He shot her a dark glare before sighing deeply. “You’re right of course. I just can’t stand waiting.”

Syana knew he hadn’t taken any time to process his brother's death. There was no time for it, they were marching now and before long many more would be dead. Forrest Frey had taken two hundred knights and six hundred infantrymen with him to join with the three hundred Blackwood archers at Harrenhal led by Rob Rivers, bastard brother of Lord Samwell. Said to be one of the best bowmen in the riverlands. She hoped they had already arrived and that the road ahead of them was clear. Another force was waiting for them at Raventree hall with the heir. Another young man like her brother, called Benjicot. Endearingly referred to as Bloody Ben, for his penchant for carnage. His father had been killed during the battle of the burning mill, Sabitha had told them sadly.

“Come on my prince, you must’ve had many dancing lessons. Show a girl a good time before she heads to war will you?”

He smiled ruefully at her but stepped back at the end of the song before leaving the hall altogether. She left the floor to find her brother, who was hiding behind a stone column pretending not to hear the music playing.

“You know, you might try dancing with one of them.” She nodded her head towards the gaggle of Frey women obviously looking at her brother and giggling.

Cregan frowned, uninterested. He didn’t bother to look at the women. And she felt for him, his wife had been his childhood best friend. A love that couldn’t be easily set aside. They all loved Rickon but the hole Arra left in their life was cavernous. The little heir often resembled his mother in the most painful ways.

“Not every woman can have the steel of a northerner brother and likely none as fierce as Arra. But there’s another out there for you.”

He raised a brow at her, pinning her with his stare. “And what about you? Plenty of men pining away for a chance with you.”

Syana hadn’t found a single man who didn’t bore her to tears.

“They do not make real men of quality anymore brother. It's all brutes and fools, I'm afraid. Would that I could switch with you. I’d rather search for a lady.”

“I think Sabitha is looking for a woman.” Her brother replied.

She smacked his chest, smiling. “Shh. She’s like to hear you and then you won’t make it through the night.”

The two of them laughed for a moment, basking in a sense of normalcy that only comes with family.

“We ought to sleep.”

And there was her brother back to his normal serious self but she agreed. They bid Sabitha a good night, she had winked at Syana behind her brother's back, and they departed together.

***

Syana woke before dawn and dressed quickly. There was a chill in the air that did not bode well for them. Outside mist hung heavy in the air, obscuring the troops as they headed out. She was on her horse Shadow, all of the Starks were on horses. They bred them specifically and started children riding once they could toddle. Syana was good with her bow on her horse but pretty useless when it came to sword fighting on horseback. She preferred to pull back, reorient herself so as to utilize her bow. If that failed, she was expertly good at knife throwing. Though untested as of yet in actual battle.

Since they had set out from Winterfell she'd been buzzing mentally. A dull thrum of adrenaline was ever constant. She hadn’t slept well due to it. The knowledge that they could be attacked at anytime set her teeth on edge and she kept checking the skies for any signs of dragons. When Jace took to the sky, she didn’t feel any better about it. She just started looking specifically for Vhaegar, nervous for Vermax.

Myrian did not help the ominous feeling in the air by sniffing every few minutes and saying in disgust, “Something’s gone foul in the Riverlands and it's not the bodies.”

“What do you mean? What bodies?”

Myrian had simply stared at her with that too knowing look the Crannogmen often had. Presumably she was referring to the bodies from the burning mill but Syana knew Myrian did not always say what she meant.

“The winds are full of the smell of dead stones.” She settled on eventually repeating.

Syana didn’t have the patience for fortunes and prophecies. No one ever interpreted them right and they usually died in some horrific manner anyway. She just nodded sympathetically at her friend and continued on.

***

It had taken them a fortnight to reach Raventree hall and the last leg had been wracked by storms that rivaled the stormlands. It had been so miserable and muddy. Every person in the troop tramped wherever they stayed into a mess of deep thick mud.

It was muggy and humid. Syana wore her hair in two braids down her back but she had hair plastered to the side of her neck and face with sweat. She was wearing the thinnest clothes she owned but they were still too thick in the heavy air. They’d been let inside the castle walls and after stabling their horses, set out to meet the new Lord of Raventree hall. Who had not come to meet them. But her expectations were not high of someone nicknamed ‘bloody’ anything. Her brother was not impressed though, he seemed a bit miffed about it. She had to hide her laugh with a cough.

They found the Lord in the yard, fighting. Of course he was, she rolled her eyes. He was fighting four on one though and absolutely destroying his opponents. He seemed to know where they were going to move before they did it and he used that to confuse them. A pair smacked into each other, their heads knocking together in a comical display that seemed out of place when he hit a man with the hilt of his sword so hard in between the eyes she heard the bone crunch. For the last guy he threw his sword aside, bared his teeth like an animal and advanced before ripping the man's sword from his hands and using it to cut a delicate slice just under his eye. He then held the tip inches from the man's eyeball.

“Do you yield?”

The man, obviously terrified, yielded.

Syana stood there with a disgusted look on her face as the men picked themselves up. They were his men and his blatant cruelty was pointless. It didn’t teach them anything and it didn’t make him look like a smart Lord. She did not have time to talk to her brother before the man was approaching them, covered in blood.

“Enjoy the show, Lord Stark? Care to give it a go yourself?” The lord stood half cocked back, leaning on his still bloody sword.

Syana was seething at the question. Cregan could stand to knock this one in the dirt at least once. But her brother was as stone faced as ever which just this once was probably the appropriate response.

“We’ve come a long way.” She sneered for her brother. “We’d appreciate you showing us to our rooms.” She gave him a tight smile at the end that was not meant to be nice.

He’d shifted his eyes from her brother to hers, never changing his posture. “Well, I’ll be. The Thorn of Winterfell has left her frozen palace.”

Cregan had his sword pulled and pointed at the lord of Raventree before he finished his sentence.

“Benjicot! Stand up straight and wipe that fucking smirk off your face or I swear to the gods you’ll be picking your teeth up.”

A dark haired woman approached, having apparently been watching the encounter from afar. Then striding over she addressed them.

“No need for that Lord Stark, please. My nephew is an idiot and he’s a poor one at that.” She glared at said nephew, who was looking properly chastised.

Cregan quickly pulled his sword back sheathing it before giving her a look that said, ‘Can you fucking believe these guys?’ And she could, sadly that’s what happens when everyone dies fighting all the time. She hoped Cregan lived to be ancient, so old that he cursed the gift of life for lasting too long. She couldn’t bear to live a life without him. It was another aspect of her reluctance to marry. Marrying meant leaving and who knew when she would see her brother again. If she would see him again. The wrong husband could mean she never saw Winterfell again. And that was intolerable to her.

“Please, follow me. I’ll show you to your rooms and you can freshen up a bit before dinner.”

Weary and tired they followed. Raventree hall was a queer castle. It had a timber keep, rather than stone. It had beautiful massive oak beams that ran throughout and she could vaguely see carvings in them. Supposedly the Blackwoods moved into the castle when the king of winter drove them from the wolfswoods. And if you believed further rumor, drove the brackens from the castle before taking it.

As they walked through the wooden keep, they came across a panel of diamond windows that overlooked the godswood. Syana stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the weirwood tree. It was massive, so big it was hard to comprehend. She had nothing to compare it to, it was taller than the castle and so wide it seemed impossible. But no red leaves sprouted from the limbs and that made her feel cold inside. Like she was standing on the precipice of bad luck.

Cregan grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her along. The group seemed uncomfortable at her looking at the tree. Sore subject it would appear. They arrived at their apartments quickly after that and Syana pretended to enter her own room. She waited until her hosts left and then went to dart into Cregan’s room. Only he’d had the same idea and the door swung open, nearly banging into her.

“Thank the gods. Brother, must we always be the most responsible people in the room? It's enough to drive anyone mad. And where is Prince Jacaerys?”

He gave her a questioning look. “You are never the most responsible person in the room. The prince will arrive when he feels his scouting duties satisfied.”

“Ugh. Whatever. What about this supposed ‘lord’?”

“A bad man to have on your flank if he can’t control himself. Bloodthirsty can be useful but how well do you think he listens?”

“Listened to his aunt pretty well. But who can say what a man does on the battlefield.”

“We’ll find out soon enough.” He looked grim and she couldn’t help but to pull him into a hug.

“You’re going to live forever brother. They’ll call you the oldest man to live, an old winter wolf.”

Then she said a prayer, thinking of that dead weirwood tree and trying to will a better future into existence.

He squeezed her tightly back.

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vampire-exgirlfriend · 4 months ago

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ange i am kissing your face and beating your enemies with hammers 😭 these are so beautiful and now i'm emo, but in the best way! thank you for thinking of me and bringing my idiot children and their dipshit boyfriends to life in such a beautiful way! i would literally let you use me as a human shield.

Happiest of birthdays to @vampire-exgirlfriend <3 Hope your day is the raddest and baddest, and brings you all the things your heart desires.

Please accept these humble birthday gifts. I am laying them at your feet as though they are an offering.

For they say I killed you (haunt me then)

For Meet me in the After

I would beat people with hammers for you <3

#i just love my friends a lot #ange tag #oc: wylla karstark #oc: sabitha blackwood

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ladiesongs · 2 months ago

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portrayal footnotes:

elia and rhaenys have survival aus, and separately just for rhaenys alone; oberyn sneaks into the red keep during the sack of king's landing and takes them away to safety in dorne

cassandra, maris, ellyn, and floris are sent to king’s landing as ladies-in-waiting to the women of the crown shortly before the battle at rook’s rest. cassandra and maris wait on alicent, while ellyn and floris wait on helaena

maris does not become a silent sister. i can write her later in life interactions either as a septa or married to a lord of no great significance

all things considered, i will not be writing with sibling ocs of rhaenyra who are men. the closest aemma ever got to giving viserys a son was her last stillborn boy. the fact that his only living child was a daughter who he decided to name his heir is the most important aspect of the dance, and i think giving her a brother greatly takes away from that even if you say rhaenyra is still first in line

elia can have bitter thoughts and dialogues about lyanna stark at times. this is not pitting two women against each other, i agree that rhaegar is ultimately the villain here. but elia will inevitably and understandably have some not so nice feelings towards the woman her husband left her for

sabitha is a married woman, but she is a lesbian. i do consider it canon that she had romantic relations with alysanne blackwood

#to link to the pinned. this will be consistently updated #ooc.

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a-song-for-ages · 1 year ago

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Why are there no edmure tully fics??? Like???

Must i write one now?

Like I also envision Walder Frey to be like Vis1Targ so I'm kinda keen and interested in writing a (fem) character along with different sibling dynamics among Frey's thousand kids like

This is making me very excited to make oc want her father's attention (as any child does) But knows she will never get it and also sort of wants to get married but knows she will only do so if it will benefit her father and she's just like UGH

Wanted to name her Sabitha after the og Sabitha Frey but I quite like the way the name Moira sounds so I may just name her that AND have her mother be a Bracken (because Walder married a Blackwood and while I LOVE Blackwood's I feel like I need to stop obsessing over and writing them into every fix of mine so yeah)

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dwellordream · 3 years ago

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hi dwell! could you help me out with some names for a blackwood oc please?

Assuming this is a niece or cousin to Lord Tytos, I would say Agnes, Shiera, Melissa, and Melantha are all safe bets, as is Alysanne.

Other possibilities:

Alarra

Arwen

Beatrice

Margot

Marianne

Marna

Mara

Marla

Marissa

Mellara

Melony

Minisa

Myranda

Sabitha

Sarra

Serra

Shella

Serena

#ask #anon #names #house blackwood

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vampire-exgirlfriend · 6 months ago

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ngl this cracked me up. misa got custody in the divorce i didn't know was happening.

but for real, everybody should just stab viserys.

i s2g when i catch viserys for publicly humiliating sab and calling her “the barren bride”,,, it’s time to tussle you decaying fuck

Anon, did you mean to send this to @vampire-exgirlfriend? Because Sabitha is her OC

#oc: sabitha blackwood

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vampire-exgirlfriend · 8 months ago

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The realm holds its breath as Queen Aemma approaches the end of her pregnancy. The king proclaims loudly to any that will listen that she will finally give him a living son, an heir, and all around him rejoice. But Aemma knows, after two stillbirths, three miscarriages, and a son lost in the cradle, that Viserys will not get his wish. Dreams plague the queen, dreams of fire and blood and a dead boy in a cursed crown. Sent to court to attend Queen Aemma two years prior, Lady Sabitha Blackwood is privy to all the queen's fears, to the anxieties that plague her daughter, Princess Rhaenyra, and the pressures of court that eat at her dear friend, Lady Alicent Hightower. Stuck in a loveless marriage with a husband who grows crueler with each month that passes without an heir of his own, Sabitha finds herself preening under the attentions of the king's brother, Prince Daemon Targaryen. As her own dreams grow darker and the two fall deeper into a torrid and dangerous affair, the worst comes to pass. The queen is dead, the king's heir with her, and all eyes fall on the young women closest to her. Will Rhaenyra truly be named heir? Why do the king's eyes follow Lady Alicent? And what does Sabitha know that puts her in the gravest of danger?

Meet Me in the After is a House of the Dragon canon divergent fic that begins just as Queen Aemma Arryn's pregnancy draws to a close in 105 AC. It will follow the events of the story throughout the war known as The Dance of the Dragons, as well as the aftermath. This is a story centered around darker themes, such as obsession, infidelity, explicit sexual content, canon-typical violence, domestic violence, war, major/minor character death, pregnancy, and child loss - though there will be as happy an ending as the characters are able to carve out for themselves. This story will begin posting on ao3 summer of 2024.

writing:

Sabitha tag

Ship tag

outtakes:

Each time your lips touch my skin

After art:

The Many Names of Sabitha Blackwood

Daemon and Sabitha by @murmel-malt

Daemon and Sabitha in King's Landing by @lonelymagpies

Sabitha intro

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vampire-exgirlfriend · 7 months ago

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The Many Names of Lady Sabitha Blackwood - Meet Me in the After

Lady Sabitha Blackwood has been known by many names through the years, not all of them kind. As a girl, Sabitha was said to have greendreams, often seeing events that would unfold well into the future. For this gift, her father, Lord Owen Blackwood, bestowed on her the endearment Raventouched. Upon her wedding to Ser Theodred Smallwood, the second son of the widowed Lord Joseth of Acorn Hall, she was known as Lady Smallwood. Two years into her marriage, and her service to Queen Aemma, who was known to have called the Blackwood girl friend, her clandestine affair with Prince Daemon Targaryen was discovered, earning her the moniker of The Dragon's Plaything, oft believed to draw attention to the many years between the lovers in age. Though there were fifteen summers between them, it was said that the prince sought her council, and referred to his mistress as nuhos ozzālanos, or my pyre in High Valyrian, a term that filled his elder brother with a simmering anger.

It was recorded that at one time, the new Queen of Westeros, Alicent Hightower, called her former friend and confidant secret keeper, though many wondered exactly what secret the queen was referring to. Maester Mellos recorded that it was to do with King Viserys' choice of second wife, though Maester Gyldayne is confident that the secret in question had nothing to do with Queen Alicent at all, and everything to do with the sudden death of Queen Aemma. One evening, while in his cups, King Viserys cornered Lady Sabitha at a feast in celebration of his second daughter's birth, loudly proclaiming for all the hear that she would henceforth be known as The Barren Bride for her inability to provide Ser Theodred or his own brother with a child. He cursed her, saying she would bear neither heir nor bastard. It is noted that Ser Theodred did nothing to dissuade the king and made no effort to comfort his wife. After the brutal murder of his grandson, Prince Jaehaerys, and the attack on his daughter and granddaughter, Lord Otto Hightower declared that Lady Sabitha was a shapechanger and a witch, accusing the woman of shedding her human body to take the form of a rat, leading the murderers Blood and Cheese through the tunnels of the holdfast and assisting in their heinous crimes. "The whore knows no shame, no bounds," the Hand raged to his grandson, Prince Aemond. "She is guilty of blood magic and more and I will have her head and her husband's for the death of the heir." When Lady Sabitha heard of the Hand's outburst, she rolled her eyes, waving off the accusation. "A rat, he says? Fitting, considering his own loyalties and betrayals. Perhaps Lord Otto should learn more about his enemies, and his own family, for what use does a dragon have for a rat?" Lady Sabitha lived out her days as The Lady of Whispers, maintaining the once-ruined keep on the northeastern coast of the crownlands that Prince Daemon was granted upon their wedding, largely believed to be the eye of a storm in the Black Queen's attempt to reclaim the Iron Throne. Many believe the granting of this keep to be King Viserys' final jab at his younger brother, sending him away from King's Landing one last time to live out his days with his barren bride.

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vampire-exgirlfriend · 6 months ago

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❛ every time your lips touch my skin, you burn me from the inside out. ❜ for Aemond and Wylla of Daemon and Sabitha? 👀🥰

anything for you

The world was still dark when she woke, the room still chilled even as spring was rapidly melting into what promised to be a hot summer; the air would be thick, sticky like honeyed wine, and smelling of the brine of the Blackwater. Stars blinked in and out of focus from the window beyond, and for a long moment Sabitha simply stared up at them, watching as the clouds lazily painted themselves in lighter shades of gray. They would turn pink soon, and then gold, and then finally white as the sun rose.

It was time to get up, to face the day - the sneers and sidelong glances directed at both herself and the princess she now served, as if it was Rhaenyra who had named herself heir, who had commanded the lords of the realm to swear oaths to her. Sabitha blinked the burning behind her eyes away, the loneliness that chewed at her bones and sinews since Aemma had died. She missed her queen, her friend, her -

She sat up straight as the door cracked, torchlight bleeding through before silver and black blocked it out, and the door closed once more.

“I thought you had forgotten about me,” Daemon drawled from the shadows, and she collapsed back amongst the pillows.

“I apologize for placing priority on my duties, my prince, but alas, we can’t all gallivant as we please.” There was no heat to words, no bite, only a sad truth, her reality. The bed dipped and still she did not look at him, sick with the longing she felt - for him, for freedom, for any life but the one she lived. But his body was weighing hers down now as he rested on his elbow to loom over her, his thumb and finger finding her chin to tilt her face toward his.

He was smiling, his hair so pale in the light of the moon that fought to keep its hold over the sky. “The only gallivanting I’ve done, my Lady Blackwood, has been with you. Or are you so keen to forget?”

She was not keen to forget; she refused to forget a single second she had spent with him, even stretching back to before they’d acknowledged one another. The first time she had seen Daemon Targaryen, he had not even known she’d existed. She was new to King’s Landing and her position within it, a slight thing of seventeen years, wed only a year to the husband that refused to stay in court for longer than a handful of weeks, ‘only long enough to get you pregnant,’ Theodred would remind her. Daemon had prowled into the throne room that day as if he’d owned it, and his brother had embraced him, welcoming him back from whatever adventure he’d been on. Had anyone else noticed the way Viserys’ eyes hardened as he held his brother? Had anyone cared?

He kissed her, pulling her back to the present, to the warm cage of his arms, and she let him. Let him drag his lips over her jaw and throat to the hollow of her collarbone not covered by her nightgown.

“You’re the only reason I stay,” he murmured against her skin. She did not correct him, did not remind him how he hated the Vale, how he resented the wife he had there, how the circumstances that sent him to that rugged landscape had stripped the last vestiges of innocence from him. A fear resided in her, in that space between her ribs and heart, that if he looked too closely at their relationship he would no longer see the joy in it, the happiness; that if he saw her for the scared, sad girl that she was, he would wander, taking his attention and affection elsewhere. She knew about Mysaria, had her suspicions that Rhaenyra had turned her eyes toward her uncle, and though it ate at her, she did not complain.

Sabitha complained about nothing these days, holding ever more tightly to the scraps of comfort she managed to find now that Aemma was gone.

She tangled her fingers in his hair, felt the silken strands against her skin, and tugged in that way she’d learned he liked; just enough pain to get his attention, to set his blood to blaze. “I’m glad I prove a worthy enough distraction for you, my prince.”

He growled playfully at her use of the title, the hand that held her chin dropping, skating over her chest and ribs to clutch at her shift, to drag it slowly up her thigh. “The worthiest of distractions. You drive me to madness.” There was something in the way he said it, something heavy, something she felt on his tongue as he laved it across her clavicle that gave a glimpse into the depth of his feeling for her. She could not afford to say it and Daemon would never flay himself open in that way, not yet, not when she belonged to another man in the ways that counted. So she spared him, pulling at his hair until his lifted his head, and kissed him silent. “Every time your lips touch my skin, you burn me from the inside out.”

Laughing, she tugged at the soft linen of his undershirt until his chest and arms were bared to her, pressing kisses to his fair skin. “I burn you? How can that be? I am of the rivers,” she said, nipping hard at his shoulder. He stretched out over her, hitching her knee over his hip, as if they had all the time in the world for lovemaking, as if kings and husbands and prying eyes didn't lurk behind each corner.

‘How lucky Lady Rhea is that she is far from the Red Keep,’ she thought. How Sabitha wished to take Daemon far from here herself, to disappear into the mists of the Riverlands, the bitter cold and snow of the North, or the billowing smoke of Dragonstone. They could be wild there, they could be free.

“The rivers and that damnable Vale air,” he answered, mouthing at her linen covered breast. “Ancient blood in your veins and your old gods. You live to inflame me,” he groaned, angling his hips against hers in invitation, his voice lost against her skin.

Once more she laughed, tipping her head back, not realizing she had bared her throat until he was sucking what promised to be a dark bruise against her skin. “Is that what you truly believe I live for?” It wasn’t a serious question, and he didn’t hold any answers for her that she didn’t already know herself. Her hands found his neck, thumbs pressing into his pulse points.

Daemon grinned and she swore she saw a hint of fang in his smile. “Perhaps it is what I live for then. To inflame you.”

“What power I must hold, to have ensnared a dragon so.”

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