They arrived after three hours in Raventhee hall. They were received by the archers, who pointed their arrows in their direction.
— who comes there? — Bradoured a voice of the dark wooden crumble. — Ser Gwayne Vikary, and his squire. — said he, looking up at the high.
— We were with Jaime Lannister in the battle that happened last night... We lost. The men in the kits looked and diverted the arches. - Open the gates! Gwayne got on the horse and helped Daeron down. The man came down from the plums to receive them and approached them. — We need a Maester. — said Gwayne. — Of course, follow me. — the man made a sign with his hands and the archers returned the plumps. — You're Sor...? He will briefly remember the man the day Jaime had put him as commander of the castle.
- Ser Jason Lydden said the man still on his back. - what happened there? They've probably dissected the siege to Riverrun. — what nonsense! — Bradou Sor Jason. — Riverrun was surrounded by a great troop, that's crazy! — A madness afflicted by Young wolf, it was something unexpected what happened. — said Gwayne. They went through a door that didn't seem the main, but it led to the inside of the castle faster, went up a stairwell and walked through a long hallway and finally arrived in the Maester's room. Gwayne helped your friend get to bed.
And the Maester approached to examine, while someone else entered the room. He looked back to see who he was, a young boy dressed in Blackwood standard on his clothes. Ser Jason Lydden buffed for him. — what do you want? — he said, the boy didn't answer. — said he, with a brief smile on his face, then he left. — My squire took an arrow in his arm and I was injured in the leg. — informed Gwayne to the Maester. The old man was wearing a simple gray robe with the Mayster's current on his neck and had a thin and half bald hair. — they're our guests, take care of them. – Sor Jason, while retreating from the room.
– who took care of that wound?
- A kind person. - Gwayne said, not wanting to inform many details.
This person did a good job, I'll just need to throw a boiled wine so I don't get infected. He shows the red leg of the blood and makes a face of pain. — that needs to be clean and closed, it's not that serious. — said the old man starting to clean. — Said Daeron, with scared look. — that nightmare never ends. Gwayne worked hard to release a smile. After finishing cleaning, the Maester walked to the fire and put a cauldron in the fire and dumped wine. He returned after a while with the liquid bubbling inside the old iron pot. Daeron took Gwayne's hand. - Don't look. The Maester transferred the liquid to an iron jar and approached to dump the liquid in the wound.
Daeron screamed of pain and shook Gwayne's hand. He threw the liquid in Gwayne's leg afterwards, he didn't scream, but he made a terrible face. The Maester passed herbs on their wounds and gave them frost, then put a wet thing on top. — asked Daeron. – He'll help with the burn. – said the old man, releasing a smile without showing his teeth. Then they were left to rest in his room. They both fell asleep in the room. Gwayne was the first to wake up at nightfall. He puts his hand on Daeron's cheek and wakes him up.
- A little bit... - I'll find something for us to eat and I'll be right back. - Gwayne, taking his hand off his face. - Don't be long, I'm dying of hunger. Gwayne went out and asked the first guard who found the kitchen. – You can keep resting, I'll send the servants to bring something to you. – said the guard, he had the banner in the chest. – The Maester will give you the room for a while, but he still has to attend the room because of his crap. – All right, speaking of him, sent the Meister too, and sat in the bed. – The Maester's bed. — - It seems my opportunity to explore the castle was taken away from me. - He said, frown.
Daeron laughed.
- And the food? Daeron joined him on the edge of the bed and laid his head on his shoulder. i want to see the gold leaves again, cerella, and even my father... We have demonstrated bravery in the field, you have been consecrated knight by the Regicide itself. Gwayne looked at him after hearing this. – Can we just leave? — continued Daeron. — First we need to make sure that the siege of Riverrun fell, I need to be sure if my men really died. — said Gwayne, with the firm voice. — He put his hand on Daeron's face. — He said him. — He said him. I need to speak to the Maester, I want to visit their library and with his help I'll find something about Aerea.
Do you remember when we were going to go at nightfall for that haunted lake? — asked Daeron. — Like last time? – Yes, but just the two of us. – I remember your father and my grandfather angry when we returned, how punishment my grandfather forced me to study heraldica and you won a present, slept with me. They smiled. Your grandfather's a good man, if I'd come home would've taken a beating -- said he, laughing. He didn't answer quickly, Gwayne wondered if he should know about this sort of thing, not that he had seen anything other than those two light eyes and the sound, Gwayne even looked for the thing.
"A big disappointment, but maybe next time I'll find her, he'd like to know your reaction. ""How many more monsters in my life?""" One who tried to strangle me, another I only heard the eyes and another who helped me? He didn't want to believe that, but he was so beautiful. No, nothing. — answered him, at last. – just a feeling of being watched. Gwayne laughed. – that only happened when you weren't going. – what do you think it was? – asked Daeron, patting his shoulder and smiling. A mermaid if you believe Belvedere's stories, I'd rather believe it was one of the village girls.
They lay down a little, after a while they heard a knock on the door, the servants brought food and left it on a table in the corner. They informed the Maester would come in minutes. They sat and ate when the Maester arrived. – You need me, Sor? — I wish to meet the library of the castle and I'd like your company to help me find what I need. The old man made an unhappy face. They walked slowly through the castle stone corridors, passed through the great hall, where young Brynden Blackwood was eating a stew surrounded by children at the table. The boy looked at him and the kids did the same.
They walked a little further, coming to the other castle wing and descending a spiral ladder, coming to a broad and full of rows of wooden shelf buggy books. – Which book you wish to read, Sor? – The story of the old kings Targaryen. – Said Gwayne, coldly. The Maester slowly advanced towards a bookshelf. He came back bringing a huge book and with a three-headed dragon drawn on his front. Gwayne thanked and sat next to the Maester at a table, starting to leaf the book.
— What do you know about Aerea Targaryen?
It was King Maegor's heir the cruel, daughter of Aegon not crowned and Rhaena Targaryen, almost ascended to the throne because Maegor had no children, died very early and... Well, I'll read some quotations from the books, said he pulling the book. "Aerea was famous for being a shy and shy creature, very given to tears and fears. "She's afraid of horses, of dogs, of boys with high voices, of beard men and dancing, and she's afraid of dragons
he wrote the great Maester Benifer when Aerea went to court for the first time -- that in your childhood -- said the Maester, after reading. He continued reading. "The Princess Aerea was gone.""" Run away from Dragon Stone at dawn after entering the courtyard and claim a dragon for himself. — Related Maester Benifer. – And not any dragon. – I know King Jaehaerys sent men looking for her in Essos, but found no sign of the girl. It was only on the 13th day of the fourth moon of 56 DC that Balerion, the Black Terror, came back after more than a year outside. – Murmurred the Maester, remembering every word of the book. "The shadow of Balerion ran through the courtyards and Red Fortress halls when he came down, blowing the air with his immense wings, until landing in the inner courtyard before Maegor Fortress.""" He had barely touched the soil, Princess Aerea fell off her back. Even for those who better met her in her years at court, the girl was almost unrecognizable. She found herself in such a state of nudity that didn't make any more difference, her clothes mere rags in rags that hang on her arms and legs. Her hair was embolished and filthy, her members, thin as sticks. — please exclamated her to the knights and squires and servants who saw her go down. Then when everyone ran towards her, she said: - Those were his last words. - He said, his face showed a huge nuisance by reading these parts.
- Are you all right, Sor? Septon Barth did what he could, but she died anyway. Gwayne observed that he silent for a few seconds. Barth wrote that creatures came out from inside the princess and that she boiled inside. – I'll get the book of the Septon Barth. – said the Maester. Gwayne remained silent, terrified of history. The Maester put a book on the table, ahead of Gwayne. "Dragons, Wyrms and Serpes: Antinatural History by Septon Barth." Ser Lucamore Strong was at his post on the bridge over the dry pit surrounding Maegor's fortress. By pushing the other curious, he raised the princess in his arms and took her through the castle to the great Master Benifer. Later, he would tell anyone who wanted to hear that the girl was blushing and burning with fever, the skin so hot he could even feel the emalted plates of his armor. The knight claimed that she had blood in her eyes, and that there was something inside her, something that moved and made her tremble and debate in my arms -- do you really want me to continue? He didn't answer, but he gesticulated to continue. "The princess was delivered to the flames the next day, at dawn, the body wrapped in thin white linen from head toe..."
"Barth wrote, ""It's been three days since the princess passed away, and I haven't slept yet." i don't know if i can ever sleep again. Mother is merciful, I've always believed that, and the Father of Heaven judges every man with justice but there was no mercy or justice in what has put our poor princess. How could the gods be so blind or indifferent to allow such horror? Or is it possible that there are other deities in this universe, evil and monstrous gods like the priests of R'hllor preach before whose malice the kings of men and the gods of men nothing more than flies? "i don't know." i don't want to know. If that's what I'm a faithless septon with that, then so be it. The great Master Benifer and I have decided not to tell anyone everything we saw and lived inside his quarters while that poor child perished, nor the queen, nor the mother of the child, not even the archimeistries of the Citadel, but the memories refuse to abandon me, so I will register them here. Perhaps it is possible that when they are found and read, men have already acquired a greater understanding of such evils. "We told the world that Princess Aerea died of fever, and that's vaguely true, but it was such a fever I had never seen before and hope to never see again. The girl was burning. Her skin was blushing, red, and when I put my hand on her forehead to attest how hot she was, it was as if I'd touched a pot of boiling oil. There was almost no meat on her bones, such was the state of scalidity and hunger that she appeared, but we could observe certain …
inchains, as her skin inflated and retracted, as if, not as if, because this was the truth, there were things inside her, moving and perhaps looking for some way out, and causing the girl so much pain that even poppy milk provided truce. We told the king, just like we'll certainly tell her mother, that Aerea never spoke, but it's a lie. I pray that I won't late forget some of the things she muttered through her cracked lips and bloody. i can't forget the frequency she begged for death. "All the master's art has been impotent against his fever, if we can actually attribute such a common name." The simplest way to say is that the poor girl was cooking inside. His skin got darker and more and more and started cracking, until it became something that only remembered, that the Seven saved me, the Maester made an afflicted face, and looked at Gwayne. But he was impassible. — I'm so sorry... — he said it, coldly. — I have to know. Thinny smoke tentacles emerged from the mouth, from the nose and even obscenely, from its lower lips. By now, she had stopped talking, though things inside her kept moving. Your eyes cooked inside the skull and finally burst, like two eggs forgotten inside a pot of boiling water. "i thought this was the most dreadful sight i would ever contemplate,"
but soon I was corrected of such an idea, for a worse horror awaited me. That was when Benifer and I deposited the poor girl inside a bathtub and covered her with ice. I repeat to myself that the shock of this immersion stopped her heart immediately -- in this case, it was a mercy, because it was at that moment that things inside her came out -- viscous, impronouncing and revolting from her skin. Some were smaller than my pinkie finger, but one had at least the size of my arm -- ah, the warrior protects me, the sounds they made …
"But they died." i need to remember that, to cling to that. Whatever they were, they were heat creatures and fire and no, they didn't appreciate the ice. One after the other, they fought and rolled and died before my eyes, thanks to the Seven. i won't venture to give them names were horrors. The first part of the Barth septon report ends here. "But a few days later, he came back and continued: ""The Princess Aerea was gone, but it wasn't forgotten." The faithful pray for your beautiful soul every morning and every night. Outside the septs, the same questions reside on all lips. The princess spent over a year missing. Later, Gwayne was walking slowly back to his room carrying both books. It passed Brynden and the kids again, but on the outside. The boy played a sad harp at the Heart tree 's feet and the children around him hummed. Everything contributed even more to the aura of the place melancholy. So the sound of a crow grasnar brought him back from the dark place where his mind was. From a glance, Gwayne thought he saw a crow with one eye more, but after looking at novel the crow had turned and only a normal raven in his place. The Maester's last words reverberated in his head.
"Where'd she go?" "What brought her back?" "What did that do to her?" Gwayne's head was so lost that he could barely see the girl walking in front of him, looked back and returned to the front. "It's a hallucination, it has to be." So she returned and took her hand and walked by her side. "It's the will of the seven." "Why did I? ""Murt him to her." "Because the warrior is angry and wants revenge, it's his will and mine -- said she, in response. "i know the lion destroyed, and you know the destined dragon."
Gwayne shook her hand stronger, to feel her touch. "This isn't a hallucination, I feel it." She stopped facing the room door and turned around. Now his appearance was a little translucent, his face began to get destroyed and his hand on Gwayne's hand was something scheme. "please! please!" The future is so beautiful with you, but... A bang like a beam breaking up the sky made the silence of the night disappear. She ran for a hug, but her body disappeared when she hit him. Gwayne gave in a few inches back and then, the rain fell out of the sky and he felt a bad omen in the moonlight. After a while, he went into the room and closed the door behind him. Daeron was at the tip of his feet on the table looking at the window, just dressed his shirt.
- Time changed suddenly, why did it take so long? Gwayne put the books on the table and sat down if. - I'm fine, you can go to sleep. i'll join you later. Daeron mumbled something short and went to bed. Gwayne leafed the pages again, trying to find something that had passed unnoticed. "The Father of Heaven judges every man with justice but there was no mercy or justice in what has taken our poor princess." How could the gods be so blind or indifferent to allow such horror? Or is it possible that there are other deities in this universe, evil and monstrous gods like the priests of R'hllor preach before whose malice the kings of men and the gods of men nothing more than flies?
"R'hllor muttered him." It was past the wolf time, Gwayne kept awake thinking about the horrors she went through. Daeron moved in the bed, making the covers fall to the side and revealing his naked body. He took off his shirt and sat down for a while longer, his body was getting uncomfortable hot and started sweating a little. "Shit has muttered." Out there the lightning strikes crazy, one after another ripping the night. "R,hllor muttered again.""" - I need to find one of those red god priests.
The high bang of thunder almost woke Daeron, he muttered a few words, Gwayne could hear the wet sound his saliva made in the middle of meaningless murmurs, seemed to be in a beautiful dream and then went back to sleep, moving to the side and his ass followed him. Gwayne removed his last piece of clothing and went to bed, hugging him from behind. Waking him up at last, he raised his head to the look. "Gwayne..." He murmured him. Gwayne's member got enriched quickly and entered through his thighs, crossing over to the other side and leaning on Daeron's own member who began to enrich slowly, he looked at him with a red face. - What are you doing...?
Gwayne put his hand behind his neck and held his head, kissing him with closed eyes, Daeron was with his eyes wide open and looking surprised. He returned the kiss when Gwayne retreated. Your face was red. They kissed again, a wet, long, long kiss. So, Gwayne started pushing his dick against Daeron's thighs, which responding to the stimuli was now completely rigid. Gwayne helped him remove his shirt quickly. Daeron looked ahead and grabbed Gwayne's hand and pressed her against her own belly and lower her eyes, while Gwayne punched her dick between his thighs until the sweat of the friction started making wet sounds. Daeron looked back, with his mouth ajar and his looks crossed, that made them want more.
Gwayne couldn't resist his mouth and kissed him again while punching him he slid his hand into Daeron's chest. He could have laughed about that, with Daeron's female appearance, the desire to raise his hands to the nonexistent breast was something impossible not to happen. He answered by releasing little moans with his mouth. The wet sound increased with every Gwayne investment, sweat made its stockhops more slippery and pleasant. Daeron kissed him again, while he pushed his own ass and pressed her against the bottom of Gwayne's abdomen.
So he grabbed Gwayne's dick with his hands and joined him with his own member and started moving back, hitting his ass against Gwayne and making slippery sounds. — I want you inside me... — said he, to the moans and looking into your friend's eyes and looking into your friend's eyes. — I want it to be you. Gwayne kissed him quickly on the mouth and went down another kiss on his cheek. Then he took your dick and pressed against Daeron's ass. They were wet with sweat, which helped get in. But Gwayne went in slowly waiting for Daeron and his answer to every advance. He was very tight and started moaning loud when Gwayne's half length was inside. So Daeron screamed and he liked to hear. He shoved it completely and Daeron gave a beautiful moan, but he moved a little forward, taking a little bit of the length from inside.
Gwayne put his hand in Daeron's mouth so he wouldn't moan so loud and started punching slowly to the measure where Daeron retreated, making wet sounds with every shock. Daeron licked his fingers and moans escaped through his fingers. He started pushing backwards, putting all Gwayne's length inside each stockade. Daeron pulled Gwayne's hand. — I want to ride you, on my knight... — said he, with his voice taken by pleasure and without care if anyone would hear. Gwayne smiled at him. Taking your dick out and sitting in bed, Daeron soon accompanied him. He held Gwayne's dick strong and laying on Gwayne, kissing him.
So, you sat on him and smiled, while holding Gwayne's enriched limb with one hand and positioned against his ass, so you sat on him until he had all the length of him inside him. Daeron started riding and moaning loudly, making Gwayne fall in love with the face Daeron did every sitting. Then Gwayne took him by the waist and put him lying against the bed. He looked back with a pleasant face and he let out a moan, Daeron pulled his ass up and held himself against the bed. Gwayne put his hands on his and started fucking him until he screamed with pleasure, Daeron couldn't stand and cummed against the bed while Gwayne kept fucking him. - I'm close... - he said, panting.
They returned to the initial position while he was still inside. Gwayne continued to punch inside Daeron, who screamed with pleasure and Gwayne finally came inside him. Gwayne was breathing panting against Daeron's hair, who was doing the same now about his hand. Daeron finally went forward by making Gwayne's length slide out. So, he returned back letting his dicks rest together between his thighs. Daeron held Gwayne's dick and massaged him, patting his fingertips and loosened laughter without saying anything, both fell asleep in that position with the sound of rain out there, now calm.