Midnight had settled over the majestic castle of Winterfell. The temperature had plummeted and a biting chill had crept in. The entire castle was enveloped in silence, with every person holed up in the warmth of their room. Even the guards responsible for protecting the castle had found various covers to shield themselves from the freezing air.
In one of the rooms situated between the servant quarters and the section of the castle reserved for the Starks, a young woman was frantically pacing. It was Jeyne Poole. Her room was small, with very little space left after a wooden bed, a couple of chairs, and a wardrobe had been placed inside. She was using what remained of this cramped space to pace up and down. As she was the daughter of the steward of Winterfall, she had the privilege to have her own separate room.
A nervous and anxious expression was plastered on her face. Early that morning, during her romantic escapade with Lucas, he had declared that he would be coming to her room tonight.
With her heart beating frantically, the jolts of pleasure coursing through her body, and her desperate need to escape the Godswood unseen, she had not asked for any explanation or clarification about how Lucas planned to get there. It was a mistake she had made.
She had not found another chance throughout the entire day either, as Lucas was occupied with Lord Stark and she was tied to Sansa's side. But now that night had finally fallen, anxiety had overtaken her once more.
In truth, she was not nervous about Lucas coming to her. In fact, she was anticipating his visit. She was expecting to meet him. The mere thought of his hands caressing her bare skin made her shiver with pleasure.
What she truly feared was the possibility of someone seeing Lord Lucas sneaking into her room. She did not want to imagine the consequences of such a discovery.
She had been waiting for some time, and it had grown quite late in the night. And she had begun wondering if Lord Lucas would not come? Had he been merely jesting with her? Teasing her?
At this thought, she felt relief and disappointment at the same time. Relief, because she would not have to worry about getting caught. And crestfallen, because her expectations of feeling Lord Lucas were being shattered.
This line of thought did not remain in her mind for long before there was a small rustling at her door. Her breath hitched as she scrambled to unlock it.
But as she unlocked it, she spotted no one. What she was only darkness of the night, pierced in a few places by the flickering flames of torches.
Her expression turned downcast, and she was about to close the door when a blur passed her, forcing her back a couple of steps. An instinctive scream was about to escape her mouth, but she had barely opened it when a powerful hand clamped over her lips.
"Mhm!" A muffled sound escaped her as her eyes bulged in shock.
She quickly realized who had grabbed her. Standing there, looming over her, was Lucas. Using his free hand, he pushed the door shut before finally releasing her.
"Lord Lucas," Jeyne mumbled in a surprised tone.
"Jeyne!" he smiled, turning around to bolt the door.
"Have you been waiting for me?" he questioned, turning back toward her after locking the door.
"Yes," she nodded. "I was worried."
"What if someone saw you sneaking in? No one saw you, right?" she questioned in a timid tone.
"Relax, Jeyne," Lucas replied, taking a step closer toward her. He placed his index finger under her chin and tilted it upward, making her look directly into his eyes. "No one saw me."
A sense of comfort and relief washed over her, and she could finally focus on and appreciate the extremely charming and handsome man standing in front of her.
"But," he continued. "If by chance someone ever discovers us, you need not worry. I will not abandon you. Never."
He let go of her chin, stepped closer, and wrapped both hands around her waist. The clothes were again in between his hands and her skin but this time the thickness of the fur was not as much as in the morning.
"Look, Jeyne," he said, his tone measured and yet reassuring. "I will not make false promises or boast exaggeratedly about making you my wife or the Lady of Casterly Rock or any such thing."
"But what I can promise you is that as long as you are willing to remain by my side, I will never abandon you," he continued. "And no one will be able to separate you from me. And 'no one' means no one."
Jeyne had already known the first part, but that did not mean she felt good about it. No one would.
However, hearing the second part in Lucas's voice, full of resolve and conviction, she felt an unexpected sense of assurance and security.
"Lord Lucas," she mumbled as she moved forward and melted into his arms, wrapping her hands around his back.
They remained in that position in a comforting silence before Lucas slid his hands upward across her back to her head. He clenched a handful of her hair and pulled slightly, bending her neck backwards and drawing her head away from his chest.
Her eyes were full of longing, a desperate need, and overwhelming lust. Lucas moved his other hand from her waist and placed his index finger near her forehead, close to her ears, caressingly tucking a couple of strands of hair behind her ear.
"Lord Lucas!" Jeyne breathed heavily, as she stood on her tiptoes and tried to reach for what she was longing for.
But the small increase in her height was not enough to reach Lucas's lips. She attempted it for a couple of moments before frustration welled up inside her. A small chuckle escaped Lucas's lips, but he did not try to irritate her further. He leaned in and captured her lips.
It was going to be a long and pleasurable night.
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