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

Chapter One Hundred and Twelve: Sneak Around

"You called me your wife," she whispered against his neck, trying not to shiver as his warm hand stroked down her bare back and into the water.

"I did," he nodded, his cheeks flushed, and she knew it wasn't from the heat of the hot springs or from the activity they had just finished. "Would you like me to apologise for it?"

Eddmina did nothing but shrug, trying to shift her position off his lap, but his hands on her waist kept her firmly in place. She didn't mind too much, not since feeling him so close meant her mind wasn't spiralling anymore.

The hand that was flexing on her bare, stretch-marked skin was the same one that she'd had to grab to stop him from punching Lord Baelish square in the face, and her own hand had stayed wrapped firmly around his upper arm as she'd pulled him away. She had said nothing, even as he spouted curses about the man and his 'toxic lies', and continued to say nothing as she led him off into the woods. She wasn't sure why she was taking him there, or what she was even thinking, but she finally silenced him and his ranting by pushing her lips to his the moment they were stood on the edge of the largest hot spring, and she hardly thought of anything until she was on his lap, her hands in his hair while his lips pressed silent kisses to her bare skin.

She wasn't even sure where they had thrown their clothes, just that they had torn them off each other in thoughtless desire, but the water was hot enough that she didn't miss the weight of her cloak. She could, however, see the light of the moon and stars glinting off the crown Willas had gently pried from her head before tossing it into the snow. She remembered laughing with relief when he did that, savouring how careless he was with it when so many saw her as nothing but that crown. The sight of it reminded her of everything she had fled from - the council, another war, her family, lord Baelish - and the split second thought was enough to make her stomach flip, so she looked away quickly, burying her face back into his neck. She let out a contented sigh as she felt his hand stroke up her back to cup the back of her head, knotting his fingers into her hair.

She heard him mutter her name, but she ignored him, knowing he was wanting to ask his previous question again, but if he did, she would have no choice but to think again. The best distraction she could think of was pulling away slightly to push her lips to his again, and though he seemed more than happy with the kiss, especially as her hands roamed his body, he pulled away breathless, and was frowning at her with concern.

"I know what you're doing," he forced a smirk the moment their eyes met, and though he leant over and kissed her cheek gently, he sighed and stroked her hair. "Do you want me to say sorry for calling you my wife?"

"Don't make me think about all of that," she rolled her eyes. She shivered against the cold air, so Willas let go of her briefly to cup some more of the hot water onto her back. "He was right, anyway."

"You're far too clever to say that and believe his lies," he sighed. "The same man who offered you compassion about your family supposedly not caring about you was the same man who tried to convince me you're mad and needed me to take you in-hand. Can't you see that he's playing some sort of power game to try and manipulate you?"

"I can see that I was trying to avoid sending my kingdom back off to war to stop more people dying for someone else's ambition, while my whole family were quick to take the opposite side... you included," she pointed out, raising her eyebrow at him as she shifted away slightly, folding her arms. "I don't want to send people back off to war, let alone for a Targaryen. Her father killed my grandfather and my uncle, my father nearly died taking down that dynasty."

"My family fought with hers, but if you go back a century, half of my family nearly caused the downfall of hers, and if you go back another century then you'll find all my family has is owed to her family," he countered. She rolled her eyes again; he could be frustrating when he was clever and correct. "Your issues with all of this make sense, but it is for the good of the realm. Queen Daenerys is not her ancestors. If she was I wouldn't have trusted her."