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He carries her through the market. It doesn't matter if anyone sees her in this moment, It is time for her to see the castle.
she nuzzled into his neck as he carried her in his arms often blushing as other people in town came and looked curiously as to what their new lord was doing carrying this girl away with him, muttering and whispering among themselves as to whom this girl was, if she was in trouble or not, and of course what their new Lannister Lord was planning to do with her,
But he walks through the town with her in his arms without a care. In this moment of his life he is the happiest he has ever been. He sees everyone staring but he has the biggest smile. He could not care less about those other people as they gawked at her.
She was more than a simple darry smallfolk girl, she was going to be his wife. His future lay before him in his arms and that made him feel so proud, so joyous so utterly thankful that he had taken the walk today if he hadn't who knows if he would have ever run across her at all.
Lancel takes Y/n to the castle of Darry an old aged castle filled with servants and now outfitted with new banners and furnishings in Lannister colours as he had been making it his home, the place littered with items from his room in the red keep as well as items brought from casterly rock many of them not fitting the space well as they where not designed for this place but Lancel had made the most of them while waiting for better more fitting items to outfit his home in the castle.
She notices the banners that are now draped from the castle. The banners and fineries that were used to outfit this castle shocked and surprised her with their size and luxury. She smiles as she sees the change in her surroundings, but she stares up at the lion banners waving from the castle in front of her. She would be a true lady in this lion's court. And she giggled giving his cheek a kiss
That kiss is enough to make his heart skip a beat. With that kiss, her loyalty is sealed. It felt as if he had won over the most beautiful girl in the entire realm. He smiles down at her kissing his cheek. He carries her to the door of his chamber and kicks it open like a man on his wedding night. He walks to the bed and places her down on it gently moving back to fully take her in.
she giggles and playfully kicks her feet like an excited child as her body in her thin cheap smallfolk clothes now laid on her back against the silk, satin, and sweet cotton red and gold sheets of the bed. The bed for a lord, a knight, a Lannister in his house colours of red and gold, and she a smallfolk girl in her blue skirt and corset she sticks out obviously, noticeably she is obvious in this luxury but Lancel notices just how perfect she looks surrounded by them as if she so fit into this life already beautiful enough to be a perfect lady.
The way she sprawls out in the bed she Giggles her hair sprawled on the bed the scent of mud from her muddy bare feet, her chest rising and falling with each breath her sizable breasts almost threatening to jump her corset as she lays almost too beautiful to Lancel. Her pale blue gown and the lack of stockings made her look almost too innocent for the room around her. He has found himself a true beauty of a girl to make his wife. He wants nothing more than to rip her gown off of her and explore every inch of her body. He can feel himself sweating. His breath becomes shorter and less steady. His fingers begin to tremble as he looks at her lying in front of him. But he does not move his hands. He fights the urge now to make the first move and instead watches her and waits.
