Only A Northern Song ~ Game of Thrones / Willas Tyrell ~

Chapter One Hundred and Ten: You're Mine

"Are we going to regret this?" Eddmina asked, breathless, her lips barely leaving his and her words nothing more than a whisper.

'Am I going to regret this?' Was a more apt question, but given how many times Willas had asked her if she was sure, she was most definitely not going to say those words, knowing he would spiral with worry and apology.

She didn't want him to apologise, not when he had made her feel alive for the first time in forever. In fact, she wasn't even sure if he had heard her at first, not since he didn't respond in favour of biting her lip while his hands continued to roam her body. She almost regretted asking, or speaking anything that wasn't a moan of his name - the most recurring thing she had said all night - but then as if against her will, as if some demon of chaos possessed her, she pulled away slightly, and asked again.

If Willas regretted it, then he certainly didn't show it, not in favour of drawing her closer. Besides, it was too late to be asking about regrets, given that they were tangled up in bed together, one of her legs still hooked around his waist, his hands still keeping her as close as possible. 

She wasn't sure when they had made the transition from the chaise to the bed, but it had to have been around the same time she tore his clothes off, when he had meekly asked to help her with her own clothes before losing himself to passion and ripping the nightgown clean off her.

Their clothes - or what pitiful scraps remained of them- sat in a heap by the foot of the bed, covered by the furs of the bedspread that Eddmina had thrown off in the heat of desperation to see Willas and to let him see her. Where that bold confidence had come from she wasn't sure, after spending months hiding from even herself, and she had never been that truly bold before. Had she been less taken by the moment, she might have wanted the furs to hide underneath, to let him have her without seeing quite how different she was. Without that confidence, she might have worried that he wouldn't want or desire her anymore, not after seeing all of what the war had done to her physically - and what she had done to herself by neglecting her own wellbeing - but she was quickly glad she had the moment of bravery. She was no one but herself, and would never not carry her scars, better to embrace herself, better to put herself straight on display. If he showed any dismay or disgust, then she wouldn't want him either, he wouldn't deserve her and could go right back to his dragon queen. It would have stung, but she was a realist, and would not live her life pretending to be someone else anymore.

As she had knelt on the bed, Willas sat before her taking in the sight of her, and she stared him down, watching for every emotion. He studied her, taking in what was familiar and what was new. Stretch marks, scars, her ribs poking through while other skin sagged slightly, bruises and grazes that refused to heal, half a finger missing, patches of rash from where the impulse to rip her skin off had set in. She had expected pity and tears from Willas, but instead...

"My queen," he had practically growled. He was sat against the headboard, and leant back to take in the full sight of her before leaning forward and dragging her to him, arranging her so she straddled him. He had kissed her fiercely, biting into her lip as he pulled away just enough to add, "My brave, beautiful Queen. Mine."

He was different too. Skinnier and more tired, not to mention his knee seemed more swollen than she had ever seen it, but it was still him. He was still Willas, despite it all. He still kissed like he used to, if not a little hungrier, but she supposed she was the same.

"Yours," she agreed, knotting one hand into his hair while the other roamed to where their bodies met down south. He hissed, which made her smirk, feeling more powerful than she did even when wearing Robb's crown. "And you're mine. Just remember that the next time you go running off to another queen."