Garl Vinland

They were close to Casterly Rock, apparently it would only take a few hours to reach it. The road they were on was well traveled, and they had passed several traveling caravans with merchants and mercenaries galore. They looked upon him with suspicion and doubt, his foreign plate and the woman he hid from their presence drawing suspicion.

Still, they were willing to trade for one of the few gold coins he kept on him from his time as a proper knight, it clearly wasn't a fair deal, but it gave enough food for a few days, and caused the merchant to leave before he asked to many questions.

They even provided a shoddy dress, probably meant for a peasant, but ultimately better than what Genna had prior.

He was eager to reach a properly kept castle, one where his wounds could be properly tended and he could sleep without distraction.

"We should stop and rest Ser." Garl stopped and looked down at Genna. "It wouldn't do for you to spend all your time carrying me with those wounds. What if you grew sick, or too injured to continue? Bandits and ruffians may still attack, even this close to my home."

The woman had a point, but he had a feeling she wasn't suggesting this for his health and his ability to defend her. Still, he was rather sore, and the demon slayer did not carry normal weapons. Each blow from that monsters blade left a burning ruin in their wake, only barely stopped by the dark-silver armor he wore. If he had not been wearing it during the battle even the small scratches he earned while being toyed with would have spelled his end.

He had guessed the creatures strength would grow as time went on, but by the time the fought again it was no longer a battle between near equals. It was a pup fighting a wolf.

Only his blood kept him standing in the end. His father had always told him his manifestation of the family strength was greater than any Vinland had ever shown. He once took pride in that.

His wounds had healed somewhat over the past days, but the numbness was starting to fade as time went on.

"Very well."

By the time the fire was set Genna had left to change into the peasant dress and he had removed the upper portions of his armor. As the cool night air was running over his skin, he thought that perhaps it was for the best to relax now, and give him some time to think on how to address Genna's brother, lord Tywin Lannister.

It had been quite some time since he spoke to another noble, he had been a child when he left on the journey that would eventually lead his name to disgrace. Even then he had never been in a position to address another lord as anything more than an equal. The Vinland family was an unrivaled power after all.

Now he had to speak with a high-lord as a foreign knight with no lands to speak of, one who had appeared at his castle gates with said lords sister in either rags, her flesh bared for all to see, or peasant wear, and all that with a good nine years of rust upon his oratory skill.

Genna had made a great deal of promises regarding gold and land after her rescue, something about how her family was always generous with those they were indebted to.

As he ate the cheap bread the merchants had given them, he found himself doubting it. Most people are more willing to stab before the asked any questions regarding strange people looming over family members. He certainly had with his own sister.

Honestly he was just hoping to survive, and to receive a bath.

Genna Lannister

The man made good time, if he went any faster they surely would have reached the rock this very night. Leaving her alone with Emmon, he had recently started staying at Casterly in preparation of their impending marriage. The boy was polite enough, but his eyes never strayed from her bust. She would have worried about laying with him before their wedding night if he wasn't such a coward. Even the peasant boys held less fear of her, staring from afar as they often did, and they had the excuse of propriety. Emmon couldn't even speak properly in her presence.

Ser Garl had ignored her for long enough, never looking her way or admiring her like the other men always did. She wanted a taste of some kind of forbidden romance before settling with that old weasel's idiot son. Even if he wouldn't take her maidenhead, the man could at least whisper some honeyed words into her ear, or perhaps even a kiss.

Luckily he had provided her a weapon. She didnt think he had done it on purpose but the merchants had given him all she would need.

"Ser, I don't believe they gave you the right dress." Garl growled as he turned, frustrated, "The dress they gave me was a little ragged, but there wasn't anything particularly wrong wit-oh" Good, he had finally noticed.

she stood across from Ser Vinland , wearing the dress he had purchased. It was clearly meant for a woman of smaller proportions. The rags wouldn't be very flattering on somebody else, but the fabric strained against her breasts, emphasizing them fully. It was already a shorter dress, made to end at the knees, but her height and bust pulled it far enough above that mark, enough to cover her to be certain, but it was scandalous under most circumstances.

The knight stared for his moment, his eyes flashing with an emotion she recognized as lust, before he turned away. "I apologize, I should have made sure it would be of proper size for you." She smirked as she drew closer to him, sitting next to him.

"If I didn't know any better ser, I would say you wanted me to dress like this." He froze at her words, his eyes drifting to her slightly. "How improper of you, why I could almost say you had less than honorable reasons for rescuing me. "

She leaned into him, whispering into his ear "Did you perhaps plan to ravage me as we traveled ser? To take me right here in the wilds?"

The knight suddenly turned to her, his eyes hard as steel, leaning into her as she pulled back. "S-Ser Vinland?" With gentle, yet forceful hands he pushed her into the ground where they had been sitting.

"What if I had?"