The Stables of the Dun Fort.

[Fel]

Felryn roared in pain and reeled backwards, releasing Aranya. His face grew red and crunched up as he doubled over from the pain. It was the raging anger inside him that forced him to upright himself and swing a back handed slap at Aranya.

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Aranya's hand shot out and she caught his wrist. She had a bit of a grin on her face, and her eyes were sparkling with something that Felryn couldn't quite read. "Do all ironborn act like randy dogs?" she asked coolly.

[Fel]

"Do all mountain women act like fucking whores?" he asked back, his voice sounding throaty and dry from the pain.

His free hand moved out this time to punch her.

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Aranya ducked and stepped back. She was still grinning as she released him. "Not for the likes of ironborn, at least," she said.

She regarded him with those strange glinting eyes. He had fought a lot better than she had expected, and she was taken aback and interested despite herself.

[Fel]

Felryn growled, his fists clenched as he debated whether to kill Aranya or fuck her. It was only the reminder that he was in her keep, filled with her loyal guards that stopped him.

He glared angrily at her, "then go find one of your weak-kneed greenlander boys to fuck that gaping cunt of yours, you bloody slut." He then turned to storm away, every inch of him wanting to either stick his sword or his cock in her.

[The Smith]

Rodrick moved forward in the hay loft and smiled down at Lady Royce. He smiled at her.

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Aranya was boiling again, though with what feelings, she couldn't quite say. She leaped on Felryn, screaming, "Ai-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi!" and began to hit him again. She was overcome with animalistic impulses and couldn't tell if it was rage or lust that moved her.

[Fel]

The thin layer of control Felryn had over his impulses snapped. He let out a primal cry and pushed Aranya hard against the wall again, this time making sure to hook his feet around hers to stop her kicking. Abandoning all restraint he lowered his head to her neck and bit her.

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Aranya whimpered and gripped his head, raising her face as he bit her neck...and swore loudly when she saw Rodrick staring at them.

[Fel]

Felryn, unaware of Rodrick's presence, only seemed to take the swearing as encouragement, as he began to rip Aranya's clothes off.

[Deleted]

Aranya was torn between intense arousal and horror. She punched Felryn and pushed him away hard, panting, and readjusted her clothes. "Rodrick Baratheon," she snarled, looking up again. "Come down here." She would slap him. She would whip him. Fuck whipping boys. Princes could take a few lashes. She would slap him and whip him and beat him...

[Fel]

Felryn grunted and glared wildly like a wolf who had his kill stolen from him as he was once again knocked back. Furiously he looked around when Aranya called out Rodrick's name. His impulse was to ignore the prince and keep going, but the look on Aranya's face told him that would require another fight, and he decided getting rid of Rodrick would be the easier solution.

He leaned against the wall and panted for a moment as he let Aranya try to deal with the prince.

[The Smith]

"Well Fell Harlaw, looks like you were about to enjoy some honey." Rodrick snicked, "I guess your men are wrong about you buggering trees and the like to keep entertained.

[The Smith]

Ser Jonjen Hill stepped into the light moving from the shadows around a side entrance. He walked to his steed and began to saddle it.

[Lord Howland Royce]

Vardis Pryor walks in and looks around for the prince, he notices Lord Harlaw and Lady Royce and blushes slightly. He looks up and sees Rodrick, looks at Lord Harlaw as if he's wondering what to do.