BELOW ZERO: The Green Knight & The Winter Wolf VOL 3 (Cregan Stark x OC)

Chapter Eighteen (Alana)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Alana

Winterfell

*SMUT WARNING*

Three years ago I danced with a man for the first time and that man was Gwayne Hightower. We had only met hours before and had struggled through a very nervous meeting between the two of us. Gwayne is eight years my elder while Cregan is only two years my elder. Yet, Cregan has experienced more in his life at this point that not even Gwayne has been through.

Cregan has lost both of his parents and his wife. He has a son that he cares for solely on his own with the exception of some old hag that he seemingly speaks very highly about. Aside from her, Little Rickon is all Cregan has. Just as Cregan once only had his own father.

I will not at all discredit what Gwayne has suffered through. His parents and sister packing up and moving across the realm to serve the king and leaving him as a babe to fend for himself. Only having servants and wet nurses to care for him with an occasional visit to see how he is fairing. His own mother not even attempting to visit him. She stayed in King's Landing for Alicent and died there from.. I'm not even sure what. Gwayne does not talk much about it and Alicent refuses to speak of her mother. I don't dare even look in Otto's direction enough to even hear him utter a word of his late lady wife.

I used to think having two father perish so close together was bad for me. After meeting Gwayne and then Cregan I realize that I may have it the easiest of all the people in the realm. The realm that suddenly has faded away in this moment that Cregan has me wrapped in his arms.

I run my hands up and down his biceps, feeling the tough muscle that rests under his doublet. Curiosity fills my mind as well as filthy images of him without his clothing. Wondering how good he would look unbuttoning his top and flinging it across the room. How good this gown would look on the floor of his bedchambers-

You are engaged.. Betrothed to Gwayne Hightower. You mustn't have these vile thoughts. You shouldn't even be dancing with this man... You are acting as a whore. There is a saint on one shoulder and a sinner on the other. Fighting back and forth on what I should be doing right now. The saint whispers to me that I still have every chance of walking away from this. That I can say goodnight, finish my wine, and go to bed.

But that sinner...

That sinner wants me to devour Cregan's lips. To taste his ale from only his tongue and let his hands move from the small of my back to all over my body. To let his tongue tangle with mine own while I fuss to undress him.

The sinner on my shoulder wants nothing more than for me to return to King's Landing in three months and have a swell on my belly because I stupidly allowed for Lord Cregan to fill me with his seed.

The saint whispers one name into my ear. Gwayne Hightower. It is enough for me for this moment. It is enough to remind me to behave. Anyone here can easily write a letter and send it forth to Oldtown on the morrow. Telling Gwayne that I'd acted inappropriately with Lord Cregan Stark and forgot myself and him as well.

"Are you enjoying the evening, Princess?" Cregan asks me and I can hear the fret in his voice.

I nod with a wide smile. "This is my favorite part."

You little sinner...

"Mine as well, Princess." Cregan replies.

"Alana..." I tell him. "You can call me by my name. Please, my Lord."