Fetish / Larys Strong

19. In Love

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"Blyana... You're the person I think about when I'm not thinking at all. You're also the person I think about when I'm thinking too much. You kind of just live in my thoughts when they are calm and wild. Like, some people have thoughts, and I have Blyana Hightower circling my mind constantly." Larys declared. 

"You do?" Blyana questioned sheepishly, a blush creeping up her cheeks. 

"Your body, mind, and spirit, I want it all. You're the most beautiful person I've ever met, Blyana Hightower, and I'm in love with you. You're the kindest, funniest, most caring person in this world, and I'm in love with you." Larys informed her.  "You have the most stunning greens eyes I get lost in, and I'm in love with you. You have a smile that I dream about constantly, and I'm in love with you. You're gentle and strong, and I'm in love with you. You are the most incredible person I've ever met, and I'm in love with you."

"Larys," Blyana didnt know what to say. "I love you." Blyana barely got the words out before he was kissing her. Sometime in the second between his lips touched hers and his tongue sweeping across the seam of her mouth, everything changed. She loved him too. That glorious kiss morphed from a declaration to a plea, from a protective action to a promise to a need that went marrow deep. He held her face in his hands and she clung to him.

 Blyana let out a low moan as she melted against his chest, he didn't hesitate. There was no way he could have. It felt too perfect with her body pressed against him and her fingers gripping his jacket as if she needed to hold on or she'd get sucked under by the same wave of lust that had him ready to strip naked right here and right now. But he was going to do things right. He loved her and he wanted to marry her first. 

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"You keep saying the same thing and it doesnt make any sense." Lyonel declared. 

"What doesnt make sense about it?" Larys countered. 

"Blyana Hightower?" Lyonel asked incredulously.

"Yes." Larys agreed. "She is perfect. I have admired her from afar and then these past years... especially these past moons I have gotten to know her. Really know her. I love her."

"Otto will never agree to this." Lyonel corrected. "Blyana is his favorite girl. His world. He wont-" lyonel stopped himself. It wasn't larys fault he was born with clubfoot. Wasnt his fault he was a second son. 

"She likes me... she loves me." Larys corrected. "And... and I love her. I love her!"

"You love her?" Lyonel repeated with a huff. "Larys her father will never allow it. She is the queens sister."

"And Blyana is the queens elder sister and seeing as though the queen is about to give birth to her fourth child-" larys remarked factually

"No. He will say no." Lyonel cut him off.

"- Blyana is elder should be wed. Why not wed her to me? Someone that loves her. Someone that will treat her like a queen." Larys declared. 

"Larys lord otto will never agree." Lyonel corrected.

"Father." Larys begged. 

"I may try to talk to Lord Otto, of course, I can try, Larys I can speak with him... but I will be honest with you, you must understand that there are very small chances he could accept such a union". Lyonel reminded Larys.

"Are you talking about my disability?" Larys pondered innocently but he grit his teeth. Lyonel sighed heavily as he forced his gaze away from Larys, as though it hurt to remind him that the world was cruel, as though Larys didn't know that enough already.

"Otto Hightower is an extremely... ambitious man, he is very protective over Lady Blyana, he wouldnt agree to just anyone marrying her, you know that. Even if you were..." Lyonel stopped himself.

"Whole." Larys offered. "Even if I was whole and like Harwin, a knight. He still wouldnt consider me a strong enough suitor for Blyana."

"And!" Lyonel added desperately. "and you are a second born son. But yes, you are also a cripple". Lyonel had spoken in a soft voice, almost cautious, and yet to Larys's heard every word as brutal and heartbreaking as though his father shouted he would never be good enough. He would never truly have Blyana Hightower. It was as though Lyonel had screamed in his soft words that Larys was broken. Larys forced a smile as he turned to leave but he stopped, he didn't face his father, he had to be strong. He didn't think he could look at his father confidently and say the words.

"Then I will have to convince him otherwise."