Post by The Smith on Oct 14, 2007 1:43:41 GMT -5
Callen watched Anya leave, and then turned to Benjen, he just sat there and stared, and eventually he fell asleep. When he awoke he found the moon already high in the sky. He stood, and turned to leave, taking one last look at the sad man in the bed. However when his hand touched the door handle he felt a rush of heat and light behind him.
He turned and once again saw the leering face of Gisella. He did not betray any surprise, and merely said. "Am I your play thing now? Have you come to torment me? Every time I have followed your advice I have ended up worse than before. My wife hates me, and her brother lies broken."
Gisella did nothing but chuckle. She walked to the bed, and sitting down on it she laid a hand on Benjen's face, for a moment his eyes flickered and then closed again. "Why do you care for the northerner so much? Do you love him like you say you do?"
Callen whispered a word, "Yes..." And then his resolve came to him. "I love his honour, his justice. I love the idea of the man."
Gisella smiled to herself. "What would do to save him? To rescue both your beloved northern lord, and your marriage?"
"Anything..."
She smiled to herself again and then produced a knife from the folds of her red garb. "Then take this knife, and plunge it into his chest."
"What?! I..." Then she smiled once more, and Callen, taking the knife firmly in his hand, thrust it into the center of Benjen's chest. The man gasped, and blood frothed at his mouth, then he fell limp. Immediately Gisella was upon him, and lowering her mouth to his she breathed deeply into his mouth.
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Callen led Benjen out of the room on his arm. When Anya saw him she recoiled in shock, and then her eyes widened in wonder. The anger at Callen was erased in the bliss of reunion with her brother. However, something slightly queer had happened. Although Benjen's mind had been healed he had trouble remembering a few of his men's names, although it was of little consequence.
When Callen entered his chambers that night, being alone, Anya visiting with her brother, he undressed. He found Gisella waiting in his bed. She smiled once again to herself, "where much is given, much is expected." Callen fell on top of her, and after a few minutes of unbelievable ecstacy, mixed with unbelievable pain he spent his seed inside of her. With it left part of Callen, for the red sorceress's help cost him dearly.
He stood up, disgusted with himself. "Where shall you go now, witch?" She smiled, "To Braavos, where I will help dispatch your enemy. Westeros's enemies must be pacified if it is to be unitied."
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The next, when Callen was preparing to leave, the people of the Red Keep could not help but notice that the man looked weary, and tired. The silver hair on his temples seemed to have grown slightly. And though he was a man of twenty-eight he seemed to be older, if not wiser, for he had the experience of one who had seen and felt all the horrors, and all the bliss of the world at one time.
He turned and once again saw the leering face of Gisella. He did not betray any surprise, and merely said. "Am I your play thing now? Have you come to torment me? Every time I have followed your advice I have ended up worse than before. My wife hates me, and her brother lies broken."
Gisella did nothing but chuckle. She walked to the bed, and sitting down on it she laid a hand on Benjen's face, for a moment his eyes flickered and then closed again. "Why do you care for the northerner so much? Do you love him like you say you do?"
Callen whispered a word, "Yes..." And then his resolve came to him. "I love his honour, his justice. I love the idea of the man."
Gisella smiled to herself. "What would do to save him? To rescue both your beloved northern lord, and your marriage?"
"Anything..."
She smiled to herself again and then produced a knife from the folds of her red garb. "Then take this knife, and plunge it into his chest."
"What?! I..." Then she smiled once more, and Callen, taking the knife firmly in his hand, thrust it into the center of Benjen's chest. The man gasped, and blood frothed at his mouth, then he fell limp. Immediately Gisella was upon him, and lowering her mouth to his she breathed deeply into his mouth.
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Callen led Benjen out of the room on his arm. When Anya saw him she recoiled in shock, and then her eyes widened in wonder. The anger at Callen was erased in the bliss of reunion with her brother. However, something slightly queer had happened. Although Benjen's mind had been healed he had trouble remembering a few of his men's names, although it was of little consequence.
When Callen entered his chambers that night, being alone, Anya visiting with her brother, he undressed. He found Gisella waiting in his bed. She smiled once again to herself, "where much is given, much is expected." Callen fell on top of her, and after a few minutes of unbelievable ecstacy, mixed with unbelievable pain he spent his seed inside of her. With it left part of Callen, for the red sorceress's help cost him dearly.
He stood up, disgusted with himself. "Where shall you go now, witch?" She smiled, "To Braavos, where I will help dispatch your enemy. Westeros's enemies must be pacified if it is to be unitied."
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The next, when Callen was preparing to leave, the people of the Red Keep could not help but notice that the man looked weary, and tired. The silver hair on his temples seemed to have grown slightly. And though he was a man of twenty-eight he seemed to be older, if not wiser, for he had the experience of one who had seen and felt all the horrors, and all the bliss of the world at one time.
