Surprise [Alistair]

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A handful of guards attended her, surrounded her at all times. No carriages or fancy trinkets slowed them down, no messengers had sent word of their impending arrival. She knew that a battlefield was no place for luxury, nor a place for shows and pretty things. They had not come to make a scene, they were here because Everen had not seen her husband in several months and she grew lonely without him. In a snap decision she had decided to attend him, since he was so neglecting her... damn wars.

Her husband, was exactly that. Hers. The battlefield and promises of steel and blood had stolen him from her and as much as she supported him with whatever endeavors he pursued, she did not wish to become a widow before she truly had the chance to become a wife. They disguised her down, dressing her in simple riding attire, unfit for a woman of her stature, but enough to avoid greedy eyes of would be highway robbers. Even her guards did not wear the cloaks and silks of nobility. Their armor was disguised to look more like mercenaries and she had given the specific instructions to play the role. They had done so masterfully.

The journey went with few problems. The disguise had worked well enough to keep them hidden and off the radar. She supposed not many of noble blood would ever willingly wear such drab articles of clothing but then again she had never been the standard of a noble woman. When finally she reached the encampment, she swung down from a top Crescendo, she offered the patrolling unit a document telling who she and her company was and after answering a few personal inquiries that only she would know, they allowed her passage.

She instructed them not to inform Alistair, only to inform him that he had a guest that wished to see him as soon as he was able. The soldier nodded, a soft smile upon his face and she offered him a few coins for his troubles. She waited as patiently as she was able, she had dismissed her guards and had given them the night. They had well deserved it. She waited patiently, speaking with a few of the soldiers who had the gall to approach her, but her mind was truly on her beloved and finally after what seemed an eternity the soldier returned, offering to her with a smile that Alistair would see her now. A wide smile encompassed her face as she said a short goodbye to her company and vanished into the tower gliding swiftly to his private quarters offering a quick nod to the guards before slipping inside.

"Alistair?" She called tentatively into the space, eager to see her beloved.

[Alistair Creyon]

It was late already, and Alistair was about to go to bed. He had done much today. He helped his cousin perform his duties as captain of the guard. He helped him set out patrols, and told him what his duties actually were. After that he inspected the troops and finally he had dinner and went on make plans. He wanted to be prepared for every scenario. Though the one scenario that was most likely to happen, sooner rather than later, was the combined Stark-Tully army marching on to Harrenhall, and then lay siege to it. He was just about to step into the large bed when the guard knocked on his door, telling him he had a guest.

He wondered who it was, and most of all, why that person would come so late. What could be so important that it could not wait until the next day? He decided very quickly that if it was not urgent, he would send the person away, and to come back first thing in the morning. By the time he heard the door squeak, he only had his pants on.

Turning around, he heard a very familiar female voice. When he was completely facing the direction the sound came, he saw her. His wife, Everen. By the gods, what is she doing here? She should be back in Silvershield, where it’s safe. He thought. After a few moments he managed to say ”Everen, my love, what are you doing here?”.

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She stepped into the unfamiliar chamber with something akin to excitement, glittering in the depths of her gaze. Her beloved would have no notice of her arrival, no chance to prepare himself for her. She wanted to surprise him, wanted to offer him a treat. She had so sorely missed him. His countenance, his presence, his body... she yearned for him and finally she had had enough. He was hers was he not? She could damn well visit him wherever she pleased. Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes stumbled first upon the smooth expanse of his back. Heavy muscles well cut and defined greeted her and her mouth watered, she had explored every inch of his flesh with her tongue at one point or another and she was sorely tempted to do so now.

It had been so long since she had seen him, she had forgotten how beautiful her beloved truly was. His muscles gleamed, each accentuated by the flickering light of the candles, his breath came steady and even and if possible his eyes had grown more intense. He still towered over her, and he still smelled of something that was distinctly him. It was hard for her to control herself long enough for him to face her.

She spoke his name and he turned to face her, shock registering across his face as he assumed a rather comical stunned silence. Her smile only grew at his disorientation. Clearly, her surprise had been a success. He finally managed to spit out a sentence and a soft laugh fell from her larynx. In an instant, she was across the room, threading her arms around his neck with fingers threading through his hair. She pressed her lips to his own, kissing him hard. She pulled away from him, only slightly, her lip caught once more between her teeth. "Do I need a reason to visit my husband?"

[Alistair Creyon]

Only seconds after he said something, his wife was across the room, and was hanging on to his neck before she kissed him, and he kissed her back. She asked him whether she needed a reason to visit him, still holding on to his neck. Alistair thought for a moment, and then said ”You wouldn’t, if this was King’s Landing or Silvershield, but this is Harrenhall, the frontline. What will you do when the Stark and Tully army come to lay siege to Harrenhall? I don’t wish for you to get hurt, hence why I don’t take you with me.”

Alistair took a few seconds to breathe, and then continued to talk. ”But that does not mean that I do not wish you were with me though.” he said with his usual strong voice.

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She twined her body around his, pressing flush against his body. Her fingers threaded through his hair, stroking his scalp with her nails, a comforting motion, one she knew he enjoyed. His mouth against her own was something she had missed sorely and he pulled away from her far too fast, a keening whine echoing in retaliation from her throat. She almost sighed as he immediately dove into her own protection and safety. Why she shouldn't be here, why she should be back in Silvershield, and as he spoke, she lazily trailed her kisses along his jaw line and down his throat. Licking, sucking, biting, nipping small bits of his flesh. Humming along with his words. She waited, obediently until he had finished his short rant before tugging him down by his hair.

"One, I have the utmost faith in you and your army, two I love you, you idiot and I would rather perish at your side than locked away somewhere in a castle and three I intend to ride you until you forget everything and anything except for my name and the taste of sweat upon my skin... don't make me play alone love."[/b]

[Alistair Creyon]

“Well love, then you have more confidence than I, for they outnumber us heavily. “ He said to her before he kissed her. He wished it wasn’t true, but those were the facts. The enemy were in far greater numbers. ”And I love you too, lady idiot” he said with a small grin on his face.

"And as for that last part, I would love to see you try, if you promise me you'll go home first thing in the morning. Promise me. I want you out of harm's way" He said, looking into the eyes of his beautiful wife which had a reflection of a flame dancing in them.

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She trailed her kisses along his throat, willing him to relax, to let go, to lose himself within her body, perhaps, by the end of the war she could surprise him with a son. She wanted her belly to swell with the beginnings of his future heirs life. Her daughter had been so cruelly taken from her... she yearned for another. She almost groaned... he refused to let such things go.

He chastised her again for being here and reluctantly she pulled away from his skin to look into his eyes. For a but a moment she remained silent and still trying to read something within the depths of his gaze and finally her lips parted to speak.

"If you are as outnumbered as you say then there is a grave chance that I won't see you again after tonight, isn't there?" She murmured much to softly. Her heart beat painfully against her ribs at the thought of attending his funeral. She could not bear to linger on such thoughts and she wished so desperately that he would tell her she was wrong, that he would, in fact, be coming home to her and they would have a great many more children, but by the grim expression and the hard lines upon her lovers face, she doubted this would be true.

[Alistair Creyon]

Alistair listened to Everen as she pulled herself back to speak. She asked him about the chances of seeing him again. He wished they were better, but it was what it was. There was nothing he could do but fight for his life should they come. However, the scouts had not yet reported any movement, so for all he knew, they had not yet left their position.

”Don’t think like that. Of course you will see me again, for my love for you shall keep me from doing stupid things.” he said, trying to comfort her. Of course he would be in great danger, as he always fought in the vanguard, never leaving his men. He wouldn’t surrender either. If they’d want this castle, they’d have to take it over his dead body.

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He was killing her playful mood, she knew the risks of war, knew we would quite possibly be coming home to her in a pine box rather than upon a horse, but she didn't like to dwell on it. Despite their marriage being forced, she loved him, more than she cared to admit and it wounded her to think of him out here, alone, with nothing but a small group of men to protect him. The numbers looked grim and she had hoped to surprise him at least this one last time before he fell upon someones sword in battle.

She sighed softly, resting back on her heels and brushing her fingers over his cheekbone. "If my love for you could keep you from doing stupid things, you would be coming home with me, and giving me all the children my heart so desired." She teased him lightly, showing him that his efforts to comfort her weren't in vain. "I miss your voice, I miss your laugh, I miss your body... I miss you." She purred to him ever so softly, trying to entice his thoughts away from war and to her body.

[Alistair Creyon]

Alistair still stood strong, his arms around his wife. She waited before she told him that she wanted him to come home with her and to give her the children she wanted. He truly wanted to go home, but the circumstances would not allow it. Then she said that she missed him.

“You know I want to go home with you, but I cannot go home until the end of the war. But enough about war. I miss you as well.” he said before kissing her. Then he lifted her into the air, and carried her to the large bed in the corner of the room.

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She knew he would never return home with her, not when he was needed in this war. Robb's army would march and he would quite possibly be defeated, the thought opened fresh wounds within her heart, first her daughter and now her husband? Would her suffering never cease? She squeezed him with zeal, wishing she could protect him from the war, from this army from...everything. She wanted to speak more of the war, but she missed him terribly and she knew she could not linger here long, she respected his word and giggled as he lifted her into the air.

"I love you." She spoke to him simply, hands heading to the laces on his pants as he settled her down on the bed. She rose to meet his mouth, grinning all the while. "The odds are uneven love. Ive nearly got you undressed and you haven't even made it to my corset!" She purred against his mouth before capturing his mouth with her own.