COMPANION

When these Doe eyes beauties run after me

In the heart of the rugged Westerlands, where the winds whispered secrets of old battles and ancient grudges, stood the imposing fortress of Blackwood. It was here that Benjicoot Blackwood, a man feared and revered in equal measure, made his home. Known to his enemies and even some of his friends as "Bloody Ben," he was a figure of raw power and unyielding will. Yet, behind the stone walls of his stronghold, there was one who dared to match his ferocity step for step—Catelyn Bracken, his wife and his most formidable rival.

Their union had been one born not of love but of political necessity, a strategic alliance between two powerful houses. Yet, from the moment they exchanged their vows, it was clear that their relationship would be anything but conventional. Catelyn Bracken was no meek maiden. With fire in her eyes and steel in her spine, she met Ben's every move with a counter of her own. Their marriage was a battleground, a constant clash of wills where neither was willing to yield.

Their quarrels were legendary within the fortress. Servants would scatter at the first sign of raised voices, knowing that what began as a simple disagreement could escalate into a storm of fury. Yet, just as often as their fights ended in shouts and slammed doors, they culminated in moments of raw, unbridled passion. It was as if their anger and their desire were two sides of the same coin, each feeding off the other in a tempestuous dance.

Benjicoot stood in the great hall, his fists clenched at his sides as he glared at Catelyn. "You undermine me at every turn!" he roared, his voice echoing off the stone walls. "Do you think I don't see what you're doing?"

Catelyn stood her ground, her chin raised defiantly. "I do what is necessary for the good of our house," she shot back. "If that means challenging you, then so be it."

Ben took a step closer, his eyes blazing. "You question my decisions in front of my men. You sow discord and doubt. That is not for the good of our house. That is for your own pride."

Catelyn's eyes flashed with anger. "And what of your pride, Ben? You think your word should be law, that no one should dare challenge you. But a good leader listens, adapts. You are too stubborn to see that."

Their faces were inches apart now, their breaths coming in ragged bursts. The tension between them crackled like a storm about to break. Then, without warning, Ben's hand shot out, grabbing the back of Catelyn's neck and pulling her into a fierce, bruising kiss. She resisted for a moment, her hands pushing against his chest, but then she melted into him, their anger transforming into a different kind of heat.

They pulled apart, both breathing heavily. Ben's eyes softened for a moment as he looked at her. "You infuriate me, Catelyn," he said quietly.

"And you drive me mad," she replied, her voice just as soft.

They stood there, staring at each other, the remnants of their anger still simmering beneath the surface. But there was something else too, something that neither of them could quite name. A bond forged in fire, in the heat of their battles and the passion of their reconciliations.

Their rivalry extended beyond their personal interactions and seeped into their leadership styles, their influence on their people, and their approach to the challenges that faced House Blackwood. Ben was a warrior through and through, leading with an iron fist and expecting absolute loyalty. Catelyn, on the other hand, was a strategist, her mind always two steps ahead, her plans intricate and often unpredictable.

Their differences were most apparent during the meetings of the small council. Ben would lay out his plans with confidence, his voice brooking no argument. But Catelyn would not be silenced. She would counter his points with sharp logic, pointing out flaws and suggesting alternatives. Their exchanges were heated, the other council members often watching in uneasy silence, unsure whether to intervene or simply let the storm pass.