❝ You and I against the world, my love. Let us bring it to it's knees. ❞
Even the gods were not able to defeat Lyra Stark and Joffrey Baratheon, for once they put their minds to a cause, the gods were forced to step aside and let them past.
QUEENS...
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{ Lyra }
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𝕷yra grinned widely, her laughter echoing around the forest as she leant forward on Blanche, allowing the mare to go even faster. Joffrey cantered along behind, a small smile on his face as he watched the girl in her element.
Blanche barely spooked as Elia appeared, running alongside the horse with her tongue out. It had been a long time since any of the three had the luxury of running as fast as they could for a long period of time.
Finally, Lyra slowed Blanche down, though it did little to stop the large grin on her face. Joffrey appeared beside her, his own horse snorting nervously at Elia.
"Did you enjoy that?" He raised an eyebrow at her mud splattered breeches and the redness of her cheeks, knowing that his own clothes were in a similar state. They'd left the falconers behind with the prey they'd caught and the dogs, continuing through the woods at a breakneck speed.
"You are truly wonderful." Lyra laughed again, patting her horse. There was a troop of guards trying to find them, calling for them to return, but the freedom of it all was exhilarating. "I can not thank you enough."
"There is no need." Joffrey smiled, his form relaxed for the first time in a while. "Anything that makes you happy, makes me happy."
Lyra blushed, still unused to the amount of affection that Joffrey seem to love to shower her with.
"I did promise that you and I would go riding together. I do not break my promises, especially not to you," Joffrey reached over to squeeze her hand, before they turned to walk back.
"You seem a little on edge," Lyra noted, as Joffrey relaxed instantaneously. "Is your shoulder hurting?"
"No, not at all," He shook his head, blond hair a mess now that it was not being held back by a crown. "It only hurts when it rains. No, it is something that my grandfather said."
"Anything that I can help with?"
"No, he is just being his usual, prickly self," Joffrey squeezed her hand again. "It is nothing to worry about."
"All right," She smiled back at him, as the guards made a reappearance in the trees ahead of them, their worry evident even from further away. "I thought, for a moment, that we had lost them."
"No, they have been trying to keep up as best possible." Joffrey replied, urging his horse forward into a faster trot, as Lyra fought a scowl. "They would be a terrible Kingsguard if they managed to lose me and my betrothed."
