[She moves to take him then, slowly sinking onto his cock after having slicked his shaft with her wetness. For a moment her eyes flick back, breath becoming heavy at the feeling of him filling her completely. He just naturally felt like this is where he was meant to be, and it is hard to focus on anything as her hips instinctively rise against him, moving over him.
But it is a conversation that they have circled around before. The title of Queen simply means too much to her for him to use it so simply. It is who she is in her blood and veins, and she can understand his choice, knowing that he remains neutral and outside the politics of Westeros at the Wall, but if he wants her to be his Queen, then he knows what he must do.]
A spearwife? [It is not a term she is familiar enough with. She does not know what they are to one another, except what feels to be fated, intrinsically revolving around one another.]
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But it is a conversation that they have circled around before. The title of Queen simply means too much to her for him to use it so simply. It is who she is in her blood and veins, and she can understand his choice, knowing that he remains neutral and outside the politics of Westeros at the Wall, but if he wants her to be his Queen, then he knows what he must do.]
A spearwife? [It is not a term she is familiar enough with. She does not know what they are to one another, except what feels to be fated, intrinsically revolving around one another.]