「 ⚔ ▓▐▐〝 astormsend. 」

           @oftarth      

                  The sunlight filtering through the windows of the Lord’s chambers beamed onto Renly’s eyelids, causing him to squint & turn away from the offending glare. The moment consciousness crept into him, he could feel the affects of last night. His head ached dully and his legs felt stiff. He was also cold, so blindly he reached out to pull the covers over him that he’d fallen asleep on top of, but his hand met flesh. Pulling away carefully, he wasn’t sure if Brienne had been awake yet or not. There was a couple of inches between them though, and he spends a couple of moments trying to remember the exact events of the previous night.

                 One thing was certain in his mind, he had made a drinking bed with his eldest brother and Robert ended up drinking him under the table. A few glimpses of dancing with other highborn ladies, eating far too much food, and his clothes being haphazardly removed by said ladies he danced with while being carried to his chambers had flowed through his mind.

                 It was then he had a sudden realization, he was STILL devoid of clothes. Embarrassment washing over him for what MUST have happened last night hit him, and in one swift movement he rolled off the bed, landed on on his feet, and grabbed at the nearest article of clothing he could find. Turning away from her he pulled on a pair of breeches and laced them, unsure if she was even awake or not. Brienne the beauty some men called her, but now she was his wife, Brienne Baratheon Lady of Storms End.

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                                          her snores were light, exhales heavy with sleep. Even without having done so much as she would have usually, Brienne slept now as one dead. She could very well be dead, if it weren’t for the way she breathed, loudly && without conscious care of anyone in the room. Perhaps it was because of Renly that she slept so well, so carefree –––– the very fact that she could sleep without one eye open, after so long, was a testament to that.

                                          but she still awakened quickly. The bed moved: her breathing hitched in her throat, tugged at her lungs –––– && then she was awake in a way she had never awakened before, blinking her eyes open && staying where she was. At any other time, she would have leapt out of bed && grabbed for something with which she might defend herself. As it were, she was lying on the side facing Renly, && once she saw him in his breeches she remembered where she was. She would always remember where she was not a moment after waking. This situation she deemed… well enough. Certainly not something she had ever before thought would happen. Not with the men her father had suggested she marry. But Bryen had died when the fever took half of his family, && Ronnet had refused to marry her.

                                         a little breeze tickled her shoulder && her back, where the covers weren’t covering her. Then she remembered her indecency, scrabbled for the furs, pulled them up higher until the reached her collar, rolled from her side to her back to sit herself up.     “  Renly. 

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