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Post by Percy Rivers on Aug 29, 2007 23:07:43 GMT -5
Callen stood up from the bed, Anya lay on the bed. Their love making had been in earnest, almost as if they were still a young pig boy and a maiden hoping not to get caught. Callen neared the window and placed his hand on the cold stone. The winter wind came in off the bread, cooling his body. "My lady forgive me," Callen said, trying not to meet her eyes, "I ride to battle tommorow...and events in the north are troubling me as well."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 29, 2007 23:14:31 GMT -5
Anya looked at the King, "We Starks know of duty, My Lord. I will mis you. But I understand." She frowned for a moment, "Has something happened to Winterfell?"
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Post by Percy Rivers on Aug 30, 2007 0:07:59 GMT -5
Callen's whole frame grew tense, "I'm not sure, but something is happening up there. I'm not sure what it is, but it's coming. Mabye not this winter, mabye not the next, but will come."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 30, 2007 0:16:51 GMT -5
"It is a good thing the realm has you to lead it then." She smiles encouragingly at him, "Callen this may be too bold, but if you are to ride to battle tomorrow..." Her cheeks redden, "Well it would be good to have a son for you..." She trails off a little embarrassed.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Aug 30, 2007 0:35:19 GMT -5
Callen smiled, "Yes of course. It was one of the things your brother insisted upon." He went back to bed with her, several times that night he entered her. In the morning, before he left they tried twice more. A king must have his heir thought Callen.
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Hope you all are well and happy.