All was right (Lena)

[Lord Luthor Arryn]

Luthor was on the mend and his dear cousin had returned to the Eyrie, all was well in the world. Except for the civil war and all that but Luthor wasn't overtly worried about that. Worst case scenario he would gather up his possessions and dragons and sail across to Essos to live his days out with exotic fruits and women.

He rose that morning and went straight to meet Lena, drinking a goblet of water to freshen himself and surprise his liver. He was dressed in a white tunic and matching cotton pants. His dark hair tied back and face well shaven. "Dear cousin!" he announced upon arriving in her solar. "Do please tell me how I can help, you know I live to serve." It was said with a hint of a joke but he was very serious when he told a servant to bring some pear wine.

[Lena Arryn]

Lena was still feeling ill this morning, she nursed her nauseous stomach with a cup of herbal steeped tea from the maester, it was said to cure the ailing sickness that came with pregnancy. This time around she was not so dizzy or sick but morning were still a bit hard.

"Luthor, it would please me if you sat down and ate a something before you imbibe a cask of wine." She said looking over the breads, butter, and fruits on the table before her. She thought she might try some bread but she couldn't think of something that wouldn't make her sick at the moment.
When Luthor had sat down Lena looked at him for a long time and wondered not for the first time which would be the worse of her two fates, letting Luthor be known as the child of her father or facing Tywin Lanister with out her husband to buffer his father's cruelty towards the unborn infant.

[Lord Luthor Arryn]

"Of course my liege-Lady." he replied with a polite bow before taking the seat across from her. Unlike Lady Lena, he knew precisely what he wanted and it started with bread and butter. When the wine arrived he allowed the girl to pour him some before taking a deep sip and then taking a large bite out of his breakfast.

"Oh yes! I entirely forgot. The Maester asked me to give you a letter that arrived by Raven this morning, he stopped me on the way. I hope you don't mind but I took a peek while walking here, it would appear your dear husband sails against Dragonstone." pulling the letter from a pants pocket he tossed it across the table so it would be within her reach.

[Lena Arryn]

Glaring at her cousin from across the the table Lena reached over for the letter and grabbed the parchment flicking it open and reading it Lena placed her hand on her stomach. "What are the chances he'll come back?" She asked still weighing out her options. Luthor knew her dilemma but he wasn't so soft as to help her with any real answer.

"Forget it, I don't even want to know..." She sipped her tea and finally decided it was best to have the bread and butter. "I can't let my mind wander like this." She said her lips pursing or a moment before scrapping the butter over the bread and then taking a bite. "Have you considered what I asked you about when I arrived?" Lena asked.

[Lord Luthor Arryn]

When Lena glared at Luthor he just replied with a coy look and a shrug of his shoulders before taking another bite of his buttered bread. "I have considered it actually, and I don't think it will be a problem." he informed as he sat back on the seat, fine leather covered heels coming into view as he put his feet up on the table and panned out nice and properly. It was probably good she didn't want his opinion on how the battle would go, he had no mind for that sort of thing. He could teach her how to squeeze every copper goat out of a business venture or how to fit fix people on a one person bed, but he was not a man of war.

"How are you feeling anyway?" asked the Lord of Gulltown as he casually sipped on his pear wine. It was very good, he had it brought in from Volantis. He'd need to make sure he took it with him when he left the Eyrie. Being pregnant, Lena would have no use for it.

[Lena Arryn]

Lena watched solemnly as her cousin placed his expensive boots on her equally expensive table. If her father had still been alive he'd have had something to say about Luthor's behavior in front of 'a lady' but Lena had never cared to be treated any differently, in fact she had always admired Luthor for treating her as she wanted to be treated. Well except for when he would let his hands linger to long on her thighs or rear when helping her mount a horse. He was always such a devil, Lena had wondered why her father hadn't opted for her to marry her cousin, and other times it was very apparent why.

While he was every bit a devil some time he still melted her heart of stone. "I am feeling as well as can be expected." Lena informed sipping her tea again. "Surly you remember when your wife carried Ysmae, ill every morning and drowsy every after noon." The exhaustion was just terrible, they said it would pass but she couldn't see it happening yet. "I missed your company, Luthor, when I was in Kingslanding, it was dreadfully dull, confined to the Red Keep so."

[Lord Luthor Arryn]

"Don't remind me, pregnancy is such an uncomfortable time. For the woman too, I'm told." Speaking of children he'd have to check on Ysmae, he had to make sure she was keeping on top of her duties. Eventually he took up an apple and took the first bite while he swung his legs from the chair and rose to his feet. "Well dearest cousin, I'm here now so we can do plenty of catching up."

Confident feet carried him around the long table until he was behind Lady Lena, one hand came down to rub her shoulder while the other held the apple. "If there is anything I can do to help your rule, you need only give the word. Be it advice in your court..." the same hand slid down until the skin of her upper chest was under his hand, on a clear route for a breast. "Aiding you in easing the pressures of leadership." He was a most loving cousin.

[Lena Arryn]

Lena sighed in relief when her cousin's hand kneaded out the tightness in her shoulder, she let her head recline, resting on the back of her chair, looking up at him as his hand slipped into to neckline of her tunic.
She bit her lip and caught his wrist with her free hand as his hand went further south. "I shall let you know when my burdens need easing, Luthor, but for now I would do with just your company, out side of my clothing, thank you."

His hands were so much softer than hers, she tried her best to keep her hands from becoming calloused but it was to little avail, Luthor kept up with his own oiling and lotions and other expensive treats for his skin. She moved his hand to her face and turned to face him for a moment. "How have things been in the Eyrie since I've been away?"

[Lord Luthor Arryn]

"Well when you care for it, the oils I bathe in and fruits I eat are the finest Essos has to offer, so I assure you my cock and seed are a most enjoyable taste. I'm quite good with my tongue too, so we can enjoy each other thoroughly." Luthor didn't wear plate armour, but he put much effort into crafting a visage that got him what he wanted, which wasn't glory in the battlefield. It was glory in the bedroom.

He cradled her face in his hand, his dear cousin Lena. "Most entertaining, I had company over to keep myself and my dear wife entertained." Old Jon Arryn's bed had never seen so much attention, the wenches didn't know what to do with all the love stains. The serving staff in his home in Gulltown had learned how to deal years ago.

[Lena Arryn]

Lena felt sick for a moment but it wasn't the pregnancy that made her ill, her cousin had defiled her bed, the bed she her self was born in, it didn't seem proper, even Torin had not laid with her on that bed.
"Hopefully your company did not keep you from your duties?" Lena asked calmly the wave if illness passing.

The young woman leaned her head into her cousin's hand and not for the first time was tempted by his lascivious words. As an adolescent girl he'd often tried to tempt her with the same 'treats' and perhaps Lena would have taken him up on it if she'd known what a brute Torin would have been in the early days of their marriage, but Luthor had had a wife then, and now. But most importantly Lena had a husband, and while Luthor felt his honor was best kept for show Lena truly believed in staying true to ones spouse.

[Lord Luthor Arryn]

"Of course, the taste of a Dorishman's wife is all the sweeter after a day of work." the Dornishman's wife had always been his favourite song, something about peeked an interest in him and it was absolutely no surprise what.

He finished his apple and tossed the remainder towards his plate of breadcrumbs, both hands free to cup Lena's face now. When Lena was a developing girl her swaying hips had often teased him, she feigned ignorance every time but it didn't seem to stop her from walking by. She was his dear cousin. "Have no fear, everything it well attended and I shall shoulder what burdens you need of me while your belly gets heavy with child." Being a ruling Lady would be hard enough without a Lord but doing so while dealing with the looming threat of child. Its a miracle she didn't have every stable boy in the Vale tending to her needs.

[Lena Arryn]

Lena scoffed playfully when he quoted verse from such an unsavory bar song. "You have my deepest gratitude." She said one hand resting upon his. The closeness between them was enough to make some wonder even these days. It was probably best that Luthor hadn't attended her wedding- or been at the Vale when Torin was about he'd have probed and probed and probably never believed the answers he got.

"So you have looked after all of this land well, and seen that my affairs were taken care of." She stroked the back of his hand with her nimble fingers. "If I did not fear the answer would be something I could not deliver, I would ask what I could do to show my gratitude for you, dear cousin."

[Lord Luthor Arryn]

"I have looked after your land as if it were my wife's cunt, that is to say if I was not seeing to its care it was on my mind." he replied with a particularly proud smirk before his hands drifted from hers but only so they could take place on her shoulders, rubbing out the stress and aches that her life generated.

"Ah my dear cousin, could not provide or would not provide? They are worlds apart and believe me, I know the difference. The things you learn traveling the Free Cities." Not to mention all the stories he had heard and strange merchandise he had purchased as the Lord of Gulltown. Sometimes he wondered if the Gods just threw an oddity into the world to amuse themselves when the ventures of mortals no longer held appeal.

[Lena Arryn]

Lena looked up at her cousin and let him rub out the knots in her shoulders. "There is no difference for me, what I can not give I shall not give because of my duty to my husband..." She loved cousin dearly but it would not be by any act of the seven that she brought the wrath of her husband on him by her own discression. "Besides, you'd best not over exert your self, you've only just been on the mend."

She would feel terribly awful if her cousin's fever returned because of a tumble in the sheets with her, and if he survived that Torin would club his head in with a mace. Then poor Ysmae would be oprhaned and that would be terribly unfair to her.
A lot of things would be terrible if Lena let Luthor has his way.

[Lord Luthor Arryn]

"Will not does not become cannot because you would have it so. Though I pray to my Goddess you do not need to learn the lesson, you may have to turn some of your cannot's into wills when the responsibility and demands of leadership are the most cruel." Many a leader had discovered what they were willing to do when their people were starving or dying, history was wrought with stories of pride being lowered to humility. There was also the heroic stands that withstood the pressures of fate.

"But we shall leave matters of gratitude until you visit Gulltown. My wife would murder me if you had a taste of my cock and she did not taste wine served from your breasts." with that he changed from rubbing her shoulders to running his hands through her hair and started braiding her hair in a rather absent minded fashion. It was easy to forget he had a daughter. Even if he treated her as a girl beyond her years.