Illyria Stark, eldest daughter of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn Stark.
The Northern Beauty who was impossibly more attractive than women in the North were known for being. This simple fact conjuring lustful tales of her porcelain skin and Tull...
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After three summers and five instructors, Illyria had come to master her craft.
The amount of focus and dedication she put in was very commendable and like most things, it came increasingly natural to her.
Even then her amount of athleticism surprised most. Illyria was beautiful. There was no denying that simple fact.
This had its advantages and disadvantages.
Most namely being that fact that despite her obvious knack for archery, she knew she'd have to work unbelievably hard to be as good as she knew she could be, and was extremely concerned about being taken seriously.
More of the advantages seemed to present themselves once her sexuality, along with her body, started to develop. Of course, before then she had never really noticed any of the attention she had gotten from boys. She was always around them and felt it was normal.
She certainly didn't bat an eyelash at a single one, especially none of her teachers. But once she did, she came to realize the effect she had on men and attention was always her favourite thing to have, as well as sex. She figured this out at a relatively early age.
The idea of her sexuality wasn't something she was ashamed of but sneaking about with Godly stable boys was all part of the fun for her.
As much as this was, she still somehow managed to stay disciplined enough to keep away from some of her many, many male instructors.
"Keep it steady. You're doing very well." Cayle, Illyria's heavenly instructor, rested his hand on the small of her back and it almost made her knees weak.
Showing off a little, Illyria aimed and took her shot all without breaking eye contact with him and hit the bulls eye straight on.
"Impressive, I've taught you well." He smirked and she scoffed. She knew well that she was a better marksman then anyone in a million mile radius.
Illyria lowered her bow and turned to face him, their faces and lips inches apart.
"I'm sure that's what you'll tell my father." She told him, about to turn before he grabbed her face and kissed her.
"Meet me at the Kenning River at dusk." He told her with another kiss before scampering off, their lesson was done for the day and her brothers would be here any minute for their sparring session.
Illyria had been seeing Cayle in secret for an entire summer, he was an excellent archer with an amazing body. His long dark hair, bright blue eyes and impossibly smooth skin made him too attractive to be the son of a Miller.
