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Seriously? She agreed?
Bronn frowned when that nobody dared seek Lynesse's hand in marriage. He initially reckoned Lynesse would refuse, but she agreed. Even Leyton agreed, and that annoyed him. He wanted to make Lynesse his third regular septa. She was young, gorgeous, and sweet in bed. A fine addition, he felt.
"Malora." He spoke to his septa as he stood in place, watching Lynesse being taken away by Ser Jorah. "Bring your sister to my chamber this evening. I'll have a word with her."
Malora's eyes shone. "I'll do that, Lord Septon."
After that, Bronn got busy with the feast. It was private, where mostly the nobles and knights were gathered, and many beautiful ladies. He was mostly surrounded by women; some sought his blessing in beauty, and a few sought his blessing to bear strong children. He remembered the names of the latter ones.
Unella was right behind him, and whenever he instructed, she even gave some women parchments, an admission slip into Sept of the Seven's Angel to receive the Maiden's 'blessing'.
"Lord Septon."
"Ah, Lord Stark." Bronn greeted as the Northern lord came and sat down beside him. "How may I serve you?"
"You have served us well, and the realm as well," said Eddard Stark with the usual stoic face. "Robert holds you in high regard."
"As do Lord Hightower and Lord Tyrell. It's the service to the faith that unites hearts and minds." Bronn replied, eating his meal at the same time. "What of you, my lord? What do you think of me?"
"You're dangerous."
"Aye, I am."
"..."
Bronn chuckled; the Northern lord had not thought he would agree. "Aye, by the Seven, my blessings are such. Misused, they stir chaos. Yet I seek no chaos, only service to the realm and smallfolk. I mend the sick and feed the hungry, nothing more."
"And the massacre? What was that?"
"That was my service to the realm. Had the Ironborn been let loose, they would have kept raiding Westeros, plundering and hurting the faithful. They chose the sword, my lord, so the Seven saw fit to take them." He said, chewing tender meat. "Do you not slay every Wildling who comes south?"
"Those we find, aye."
"Then how were the Ironborn different? Only they crossed a sea, not a wall. Same Wildling ways, cruel and fierce."
Eddard Stark didn't speak for some time after that. But when he did, he was direct. "Do you have such faith expansion plans for the North?"
"I have no cause to trouble you. The Iron Islands are another matter, a brood raised on taking and burning. Seven guide them, though they heed little. You, Lord Stark, are cut from a different cloth. The Faith and the Old Gods have shared these lands long enough. You wed a lady of the Faith and even raised her a sept, did you not? I honor that," He said, finishing his meal.
"But I do have expansion plans, just not the North. I shall speak of it at Lady Lynesse's wedding feast. If you care to hear, you may attend."
With that, Bronn stood up.
"I'll be retiring to my bedchamber now. To pray and rest."
Receiving Lord Stark's nod, he walked away. As he left, he gave Malora a nod, who was sitting with her father.
She had a job to do that night.
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Lynesse Hightower smiled sweetly at her husband-to-be as she sat on a bench in the feast hall. It was already night, and improper for her to be there, but she wanted to know more about the Bear Islands, her home-to-be.
"I have never seen snow before," she said, eyes big with sparkle. "And what of the Wildlings, Ser?"
"When the sea freezes, they make attempts. But none last long enough."
"You are so brave, Ser," Lynesse said with a bright smile. "I can't wait to see your house. I have only ever seen the Oldtown, and the Sept of the Seven's Angel."
"Aye, I can't wait to sho—"
"Lynesse?"
Right then, Lynesse heard a known voice and looked back. "Oh, Malora! Ser Jorah, this is my eldest sister, Malora. She serves the Faith with Lord Septon."
"It's an honor to meet you, my lady."
Lynesse smiled warmly and waited for her elder sister to greet her betrothed. But that didn't happen. She noticed Malora's disapproving nod towards Ser Barristan. Then she felt her wrist gripped by Malora.
"Ser Jorah, may I take my sister away?"
"Of course, please do."
Lynesse frowned, sensing something amiss. She followed Malora obediently, and once they were near alone, she asked. "What's the matter, Malora?"
"You!"
Lynesse gulped. She'd never seen Malora that angry before.
"By the Seven, you have brought the Gods' wrath upon us and insulted Lord Septon. How could you act with such folly? How could Father allow it? You wed without the Lord Septon's grace, even though you know the Mormonts serve the Old Gods?"
Lynesse gulped, a deep frown covering her sweet face. "I-I… I didn't mean to…"
"Walk with me now. The Lord Septon will receive you, and though he might punish you, you need only ask for his forgiveness. He is a gentle soul; he will plead with the Seven to forgive you, too."
To that, Lynesse just nodded and followed with rushed steps. Soon, she arrived at a rather luxurious mansion in Lannisport, all of it given to Lord Septon. The Angelic Knights guarded its outside and inside.
"In there. Go now and beg for his forgiveness, before the Seven turn their eyes from you."
Scared out of her mind, Lynesse entered through the door. She didn't have to close it as she heard Malora do it from behind. She just continued to walk nervously. The bedchamber was warmly lit with candles.
And finally, she saw Lord Septon sitting on the edge of his bed, looking directly at her. She gulped when she noticed a frown, not even bothered by the fact that Lord Septon was completely bare. She'd seen him like that too often already.
"L-Lord Septon, I didn't know tha—"
"Lynesse, strip."
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There she is, my beautiful Lynesse.
Bronn wasn't happy. Everything was going perfectly, but this… this soured his mood. He was under the illusion that Lynesse was already his. After all, the woman had spent months at Sept of the Seven's Angel over the past few years. He'd fucked her for days and nights, every hole on her body, with Malora right beside them.
Sometimes all three, Malora, Alerie, and Lynesse. All the sinful things he'd done made him believe that Lynesse would become his septa soon enough. But he was wrong. A no-name upstart knight took her from him.
"Lynesse, strip."
He commanded her like a god. Unsurprisingly, he saw Lynesse obey instantly. They had slept together so much already that this was nothing new. Only this time his sour voice and mood were.
Bronn's cock stiffened to iron as he watched her strip.
Lynesse's trembling fingers worked the knots loose, and the regal gown slid from her shoulders like spilled wine, whispering down her pale skin to pool around her ankles. She hooked her thumbs into her smallclothes and dragged them down, baring those perfect palm-sized breasts he'd ruined a hundred times before; Pale mounds tipped with nipples already tight.
She stood utterly naked, slender yet carved for fucking. Her flat belly quivering with every shallow breath, hips flaring just wide enough for a man's hands to bruise them. Built for long nights of pleasure, not for swelling with babes. Golden-blonde hair spilled down her back in a single thick braid, a few soft locks framing her flushed face and brushing the tops of her breasts.
"Forgive me, Lord Septon."
"That is to the Gods, I am but the means." Bronn replied, "On your knees."
Lynesse sank to the cold stone without hesitation, knees parting slightly as she settled, spine straight, palms resting on her thighs like the obedient little septa he'd trained her to be.
"Crawl to me."
Worry flickered across her face, but she obeyed at once.
Lynesse dropped to her hands and knees and crawled toward him like a sleek cat, braid sliding against the elegant curve of her back, breasts swaying beneath her with every slow movement. She didn't stop until she was nestled between his feet, then sat back on folded knees, face inches from his throbbing cock. Close enough that his heat bathed her cheeks, and the heavy scent of his arousal flooded her senses.
"Oh, my Lynesse." Bronn softly muttered, however, with warmth. He leaned down, caressed her face, and kissed her lips.
Bronn cupped her cheeks with his rough palms and crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her deep and dirty like a conqueror. His tongue shoved past her lips and plundered every corner, licking over teeth, tangling with hers, sucking it into his mouth just to bite down hard enough to make her whimper. He twisted his fingers tight into her braid, yanking her head back so he could take her. Spit slicked their joined lips, strings of it gleaming when he pulled back an inch only to dive in again, devouring her moans, erasing any idea of that Mormont bastard with the brutal thrust of his tongue.
When he finally tore away, her lips were swollen and shining, eyes dazed and glassy, chest heaving, and every inch of her trembling body screaming that she belonged to him—only him.
"Why? The Seven blessed you to serve as septa, yet you cling to a man of the Old Gods. The Seven see." Bronn shook his head. "Do you know what you have done?"
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