Lancel went, to complete various business about the red keep, today being no exception. This task was that his uncle Tywin ordered him to fetch wine, so he went jug in hand to the cellar. Such a job was a squire work but he knew better than to argue with his uncle.
Between the racks of barrels and bottles of wine, mead, and ale he saw Y/n across the way. Her body is covered by a half-sheer dark purple dress, a silver necklace around her with a dark-coloured gem against her skin, her hair down to the small of her back with various intricate braids and ties a small knife in her hair as a hairpin, she sees Lancel arrive and giggled to herself keeping her view away from him.
A half smile creeps onto Lancel's face as he stares upon the woman before him, he moves through one of the rows of barrels to get a closer look at the loveliness before him.
He stops near her, taking in her entire form down her soft curves, the deep purple of her dress bringing out the colour in her face. Lancel can't seem to take his eyes off this sight he finally decides to approach her, his eyes glued to her form. He puts his jug for the wine on the nearby barrel of ale and walks over and stopped just close enough to not be intrusive but close enough he could be close to her. He takes in her scent of lavender flowers and honey mead, all the while she hums 'Jenny of old stones', As she hums the familiar song, Lancel's heart races even faster. Not only is this woman breathtakingly beautiful, but she's also wise. Seeing her humm an ancient song about the tragedy that took place in the Riverlands only makes her lovelier to him. The scent, the hum, everything about the woman draws Lancel closer. He can't resist looking down at her body one more time, and his lips grow moist at the thought of her taste.
She noticed him she giggled again as her hands searched the racks of bottles doing her best to avoid his eyes but biting her bottom lip.
Lancel's eyes are now fixated on her lips, watching them curl as she bites her bottom lip. She concentrates on her task, and Lancel can't resist but to take another step closer. he watches her chest rise and fall slowly while she hums. The sight of her curves would be enough to tempt any man, and her voice is so soothing that he can't help but swim in it. He wants nothing more than to taste that soft bottom lip that she has between her teeth, to kiss her and take his time exploring her soft skin.
"something you wanted Ser?" she cooed playfully not looking at him when she spoke to him, she says the word 'ser' is enough to almost steal what's left of Lancel's breath.
He gulps, his heart racing even faster as he tries to gain some control over the rising tide of desire spreading throughout his body, all he can think of is her body, of what secrets lie below the purple dress and how he so desperately wants to discover them, how in this moment he wished to seal the cellar doors and have her alone with him. He manages to regain some control over his breath and words. "I-... Uh, yes, um..."
"oh? How may I be of service?" She smiled wickedly, She knew what she was doing and she liked it.
He can't help but stare at her lips, her face, her chest, the curves of her body, as she waits for him to say something, anything.
"Um... What is your name?" the moment those words stuttered out his mouth he suddenly realised He had no idea what he's doing! He just wants to kiss her, touch her, run his hands all over her his brain doesn't want to make words it wants to make love.
"hmm Y/n." She curtsied, As she curtsied and dipped down, he nearly went weak in the knees seeing her and wanted nothing more than to sweep her off her feet and lay her on one of the barrels and make her his lady for the evening but she was just being playful as of course he has asked this question every time he saw her, not that he had forgotten he knew her name very well but he found himself so nervous he would always ask it again. After a moment of forcing his desires away like forcing down the final dregs of a wine goblet, he managed to get composed and managed to clear his throat a bit before finally finding words. "How are you, Y/n? You look very... uhh... I mean uhh you are uhh truly... uhhh Stunning."
She giggled her hand in front of her mouth "Quite a compliment from a Knight and a Lannister, my day has been very well busy with business" She said, "Yourself Ser?"
He nods again, "Uh... Oh, just... Business. Running errands for my uncle. Quite boring really. I wish I had something to keep me entertained."
"I'm sure you find your entertainment Ser" she wickedly smirked taking a bottle in hand, "have a pleasant day," she curtsied low before heading on her way,
He watched her turn and walk towards the door, his eyes following her the entire way. He is mesmerized watching her hips swinging seductively from side to side as she takes each step making sure not to go around the racks and barrels even if she had many options to do so some of which were even closer to the door, but to pass him only inches from his arm, He knows he is staring at her and so does she, but he cannot help it.
"the wine for your uncle is third-row sixth shelf," she said blowing him a kiss before she left the cellar
Lancel watches her walk out of the cellar, the way her hips sway is enough to get him thinking naughty thoughts about her all night. He takes a deep breath and collects himself, he has to concentrate on finding that wine or he'd be in trouble.
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