Post by The Smith on Apr 21, 2008 23:20:39 GMT -5
Avery Baratheon was in love. He had seen her on his infrequent visits to Claw Island, where as Prince of Dragonstone he had once had occasion to visit to speak with the local lords. Their paths had only crossed once, but he had seen her from afar on a number of occasions. Even on seeing her for the first time he had been smitten. The 23 year old widow and mother of two children was still a very beautiful woman. From their one and only brief meeting it was clear that she too had been impressed by the handsome 18 year old Baratheon prince.
Avery had made enquiries as to her identity. She was Lady Claera Barclay, the widow of the late Emmon Barclay. She was also the daughter of Lady Gabriella Celtigar, who had been poisoned at the behest of her husband, Lord Luth the last of House Sunglass and his two sons. Claera was Gabriella’s illegitimate daughter by Baerdon Waters, a bastard himself of mo less than one of the Targaryen kings. Despite a legitimate younger Celtigar half-brother by one of Gabriella’s many husbands Emmon Barclay had claimed Claw Island on Claera’s behalf and had promptly married her. There was even a distant family connection. Avery’s cousin’s wife was a Celtigar, albiet of a junior line, and herself the cousin of the unfortunate Gabriella.
Avery had spent months wooing Claera, begging her to visit Dragonstone where he promised he would receive her with all honor. Attracted by the thought of once again meeting the Baratheon prince. Claera had promised to visit Dragonstone, on her return from attending the wedding of Avery’s nephew Breck Dondarrion and Nora Barclay, her late husband’s sister.
She had finally arrived from Kings Landing on her way to Claw Island, together with her two small children. Avery had her ship escorted into Dragonstone harbour by a small flotilla of his fleet and himself had met her at the quay, escorted by his Velaryon cousins. Flattered by the reception, Claera had blushed modestly as Avery had taken her hand and pressed his lips to her palm, in front of his relatives and retainers. There was no mistaking Avery’s ardour and Avery had made sure that everyone present, as well as Claera was aware of it.
Claera's first night as a guest of Prince Avery was a sleepless one….for both of them. Cleara sat huddled at the edge if the hearth, long past midnight. The night watch had called the passing of midnight a short time past, rousing Claera from a fitful doze and after futile attempts to go back to sleep, she had left her bed to take counsel in front of the banked fire. Whether she was musing about her late husband or the possible pleasures with the young Prince, no one would ever know. Avery too was dreaming restlessly. He had been dreaming of Claera, the way she had looked on Claw Island and also at Dragonstone Harbour. Even at the feast he had put on in her honor, he had been struck by her calm, cool beauty.
At last he could stand it no longer. Avery stirred, rose from his bed and moved down the passage to where the door of her chamber waited.
He gently pushed the chamber door ajar. She looked up startled as the door creaked open. If she was startled to see Avery she gave no sign. Much against her will, Claera began trembling with excitement.
“Why so startled my lady?” Avery whispered. He bent to once again graze the palm of her hand with his lips. This time he lingered long enough to caress it with his tongue. He moved up towards her wrist and lower arm leaving a trail of kisses. Encouraged by her lack of resistance, Avery tried to embrace her, but she pulled away.
“My lord, I thought you were asleep”, Claera managed to whisper back, glancing back at the fire in an effort to still her trembling.
With a low chuckle deep in his throat, Avery dropped to one knee beside her and slid his hand into her hair, tilting her head back so he could kiss her passionately, his other hand slipping into the front of her robe.
He drank her kisses feeling the stirring she roused in his blood. This time he did not let her pull back from his embrace as he loosened the ties at the front of her gown and buried his face between her breasts. This time she pressed herself to him wrapping her arms around his strong young body, as if in acceptance to the inevitability of their desire for one another. Avery sighed as she again pulled away, this time stepping free of her gown. Her beauty made him ache with wanting her. Her long hair lifted on the breeze that suddenly rose through the partially open window, as she knelt astride him, strands of her hair shrouding his chest and stomach, dark veiling against pale skin. He could not seem to see clearly as she guided him into warm ecstasy.
When they were both spent, she rolled from him and lay at his side. Avery lay on his back his chest heaving with his recent exertion. He rolled onto his side and looked at her with love and longing in his face.
“Stay with me” he urged.
She looked away. “I can’t stay here. My children.”
Avery shook his head. “Your children shall be as my children. They are the rightful heirs to Sharp Point and you should raise them as such. I will help you Claera. Remain as my honored guest by day and in the nights we shall banish the loneliness and fear.”
Claera studied the Prince’s ardent face. She had been lonely since her husband’s death. Nora and Breck were kind but she felt that her only real importance in the affairs of her husband’s family was to raise her two children. Here was a chance to feel alive once again, to experience the ecstacy of being in love with a man. She wasn’t sure whether she loved Prince Avery or whether Prince Avery truly loved her. He desired her for certes. However for the moment that didn’t matter. What did matter was the safety of her children and her ability to love and feel that she was loved. She also believed Prince Avery when he said he would protect her children.
She leaned over and kissed him on the lips, smiling through tears. Whether they were of joy or sorrow she wasn’t quite sure.
“I’ll stay” she said simply and kissed him again.
Results:
Lady Claera Barclay becomes Prince Avery’s mistress at Dragonstone
Claera’s children Lyreon Barclay and Emma Barclay become Avery Baratheon’s wards at Dragonstone, by virtue of their mother's decision to remain at Dragonstone.
Avery Baratheon improves to Beginner level in Seduction[/
Avery had made enquiries as to her identity. She was Lady Claera Barclay, the widow of the late Emmon Barclay. She was also the daughter of Lady Gabriella Celtigar, who had been poisoned at the behest of her husband, Lord Luth the last of House Sunglass and his two sons. Claera was Gabriella’s illegitimate daughter by Baerdon Waters, a bastard himself of mo less than one of the Targaryen kings. Despite a legitimate younger Celtigar half-brother by one of Gabriella’s many husbands Emmon Barclay had claimed Claw Island on Claera’s behalf and had promptly married her. There was even a distant family connection. Avery’s cousin’s wife was a Celtigar, albiet of a junior line, and herself the cousin of the unfortunate Gabriella.
Avery had spent months wooing Claera, begging her to visit Dragonstone where he promised he would receive her with all honor. Attracted by the thought of once again meeting the Baratheon prince. Claera had promised to visit Dragonstone, on her return from attending the wedding of Avery’s nephew Breck Dondarrion and Nora Barclay, her late husband’s sister.
She had finally arrived from Kings Landing on her way to Claw Island, together with her two small children. Avery had her ship escorted into Dragonstone harbour by a small flotilla of his fleet and himself had met her at the quay, escorted by his Velaryon cousins. Flattered by the reception, Claera had blushed modestly as Avery had taken her hand and pressed his lips to her palm, in front of his relatives and retainers. There was no mistaking Avery’s ardour and Avery had made sure that everyone present, as well as Claera was aware of it.
Claera's first night as a guest of Prince Avery was a sleepless one….for both of them. Cleara sat huddled at the edge if the hearth, long past midnight. The night watch had called the passing of midnight a short time past, rousing Claera from a fitful doze and after futile attempts to go back to sleep, she had left her bed to take counsel in front of the banked fire. Whether she was musing about her late husband or the possible pleasures with the young Prince, no one would ever know. Avery too was dreaming restlessly. He had been dreaming of Claera, the way she had looked on Claw Island and also at Dragonstone Harbour. Even at the feast he had put on in her honor, he had been struck by her calm, cool beauty.
At last he could stand it no longer. Avery stirred, rose from his bed and moved down the passage to where the door of her chamber waited.
He gently pushed the chamber door ajar. She looked up startled as the door creaked open. If she was startled to see Avery she gave no sign. Much against her will, Claera began trembling with excitement.
“Why so startled my lady?” Avery whispered. He bent to once again graze the palm of her hand with his lips. This time he lingered long enough to caress it with his tongue. He moved up towards her wrist and lower arm leaving a trail of kisses. Encouraged by her lack of resistance, Avery tried to embrace her, but she pulled away.
“My lord, I thought you were asleep”, Claera managed to whisper back, glancing back at the fire in an effort to still her trembling.
With a low chuckle deep in his throat, Avery dropped to one knee beside her and slid his hand into her hair, tilting her head back so he could kiss her passionately, his other hand slipping into the front of her robe.
He drank her kisses feeling the stirring she roused in his blood. This time he did not let her pull back from his embrace as he loosened the ties at the front of her gown and buried his face between her breasts. This time she pressed herself to him wrapping her arms around his strong young body, as if in acceptance to the inevitability of their desire for one another. Avery sighed as she again pulled away, this time stepping free of her gown. Her beauty made him ache with wanting her. Her long hair lifted on the breeze that suddenly rose through the partially open window, as she knelt astride him, strands of her hair shrouding his chest and stomach, dark veiling against pale skin. He could not seem to see clearly as she guided him into warm ecstasy.
When they were both spent, she rolled from him and lay at his side. Avery lay on his back his chest heaving with his recent exertion. He rolled onto his side and looked at her with love and longing in his face.
“Stay with me” he urged.
She looked away. “I can’t stay here. My children.”
Avery shook his head. “Your children shall be as my children. They are the rightful heirs to Sharp Point and you should raise them as such. I will help you Claera. Remain as my honored guest by day and in the nights we shall banish the loneliness and fear.”
Claera studied the Prince’s ardent face. She had been lonely since her husband’s death. Nora and Breck were kind but she felt that her only real importance in the affairs of her husband’s family was to raise her two children. Here was a chance to feel alive once again, to experience the ecstacy of being in love with a man. She wasn’t sure whether she loved Prince Avery or whether Prince Avery truly loved her. He desired her for certes. However for the moment that didn’t matter. What did matter was the safety of her children and her ability to love and feel that she was loved. She also believed Prince Avery when he said he would protect her children.
She leaned over and kissed him on the lips, smiling through tears. Whether they were of joy or sorrow she wasn’t quite sure.
“I’ll stay” she said simply and kissed him again.
Results:
Lady Claera Barclay becomes Prince Avery’s mistress at Dragonstone
Claera’s children Lyreon Barclay and Emma Barclay become Avery Baratheon’s wards at Dragonstone, by virtue of their mother's decision to remain at Dragonstone.
Avery Baratheon improves to Beginner level in Seduction[/