GOT: Wolf Becomes Stag

Prince Tragar left soon after finishing his dinner and 'gifting' Lynesse to Robert. Robert tried to decline, but it was either to accept the woman, or Prince Tragar would discard her, leaving her to fend for herself.

At this point, I don't know if you're cursed with women or blessed, Robert. He sighed to himself and sat down in the chair beside a table near his bed. The ship swayed gently on the waves, more than half the journey already done.

Robert regretted not taking the road. But at the same time, he saved lives because he took the sea. While the deed was benevolent, the result had already gone beyond his expectations.

Knock! Knock!

"Enter."

The door opened and Lynesse stepped inside, her head looking down, her steps small. She had changed into different clothes by now, a simple oversized tunic that belonged to Robert. It covered most of her body, yet failed to hide her charm.

"Your Grace, Prince Tragar announced that…"

Robert stood up and walked closer to her, his towering form almost making her vanish in his shadow. "Lady Lynesse, you're free from Prince Tragar's bindings. Now tell me—do you want to go back to Oldtown? I'll see it done."

Lynesse looked up at Robert with a sullen, almost scared expression. Her thin brows raised up, a hint of desperation seeping. "What is there in Oldtown for me, Your Grace? The realm knows my history."

Robert nodded at that. Lynesse returning to Oldtown might be looked at with disdain, more than delight. With Lord Hightower camped in his tower for years now, there would be nobody to help her settle.

"Then what do you want to do?"

"Can't I stay with you, Your Grace? I…I can be your cupbearer or handmaiden."

Robert hesitated. "But you're a noblewoman. It'll be beneath you to be a handmaiden."

"A noble lady? Am I? I was a concubine, Your Grace. Hardly a title better than a handmaiden, don't you think?" Lynesse confidently stepped closer to Robert until her front touched his chest. "I won't seek more than what's needed for survival, Your Grace. I won't be a burden to you."

Looking down at her face, Robert felt a myriad of emotions. On one hand, helping her was in line with his honorable self. But deep inside he knew he'd do more to her than just seek honor if she remained beside him. The lustful creature inside that he was trying to tame was still active.

"You may stay, Lady Lynesse. My journey to Dorne will be long, so if you change your mind during our journey, you can speak freely." Robert offered and stepped away, heading to the bed.

He tried his best and controlled the crazed beast inside that was Robert's libido. He removed his boots, and surcoat, and slid into the bed in a plain tunic and loose breeches. Not long after, he felt Lyneese join him too, thankfully not naked.

But too close as she hugged his frame and landed her head on his arm, bringing her scentful hair close to him. At that point, he embraced her and closed his eyes. It was better than one of them sleeping on the floor, at least.

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Just like that, another day came, and another challenge approached. This time it was pirates, but as expected, none of the pirate ships approached seeing it was a royal fleet.

However, something more annoying was awaiting them just as they approached Greenstone. A ship bearing a Dornish flag appeared in their way as if it was waiting for them.

"The Dornish ship is hailing for us, Your Grace." Robert's ship's captain voiced, noticing the signaling flags of the escort ships in the front.

What do they want now?

"Let the ship approach us," Robert ordered.

Soon after, the lone, Dornish ship approached Robert's galley. It circled around and picked up speed to sail close to Robert's. On its deck was a big-boned woman surrounded by a few armored soldiers.

Eventually, their ships slowed down enough that they barely moved. It was enough for the Dornish ship to close in and the visitors to jump across the gap.

Thud!

Only the Dornish woman jumped. On a closer look, she appeared old, perhaps in her thirties. She had long legs and a warrior physique.

"Welcome to the Sea of Dorne, Your Grace. I'm Obara Sand, eldest bastard daughter of Oberyn Martell."

Ah, I have heard rumors about Oberyn. Sand Snakes? Isn't that what his bastards are called?

Robert nodded at the uninvited guest. "Sunspear is still two nights off. You got lost? Or is this an early welcome?"

"I was sent by my father to guide your fleet through the Stepstones, Your Grace. The area remains dangerous to this day due to its numerous broken islands," Obara clarified. "My ship will take the lead."

My fleet commander is capable of traversing the Stepstones. She knows that, and I know it. Robert didn't show it on his face, but he felt something was off.

"What are you waiting for then? Go on and move your ship."

Obara Sand looked at Robert for a few long moments, and noticing no invitation to stay, she nodded and turned around. Soon, the woman jumped back onto her ship's deck and vanished.

"Barristan, stay alert. Dorne might not be as welcoming."

Sir Barristan frowned. "What worries you, Your Grace?"

"Since when did we need a damned guide to cross the Stepstones, Barristan? Watch where her ship leads. Keep the men sharp and make sure those captains are ready for a fight." Robert reiterated his order and left the deck.

Perhaps it was time to grab the warhammer and prepare for the worse.

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Disappointing their readiness, the night approached and no attack was in sight. The sky was clear, and the visibility was high on the sea. But still, all men remained alert.

Robert returned to his cabin in the meantime to rest. A thousand ideas plagued him, seeking some clarity on how Dorne would respond. He had the Mountain with him, Dorne's greatest eyesore. Robert personally never had any qualms with the Martells, and whatever happened to Elia was Tywin's doing.

But Robert did rejoice when Tywin presented Elia and her kids. 'No babes, only dragon spawns'—The realm knows what this body spoke that day.

Inside that body, Ned remembered vividly what had happened, and it pained him. The dead body of Aerys, against whom half the realm rose up in revolt on account of his wrongdoing, was barely cold before Robert sunk down to his moral level by excusing Tywin's murderous acts.

How was Robert any different from Aerys from that moment?

The Martells must hate Robert at least as much as Tywin. An infant killer, a whoremonger, a drunkard king.

"What are you thinking, Your Grace?"

Robert looked up and found Lynesse sitting opposite him at the dining table. They had finished eating hours ago and currently did whatever else they could to spend time. She read a book while he pondered over everything.

"The future," he replied.

"Then…" Lynesse suddenly closed her book and left her seat. Still wearing one of Robert's oversized tunic, she walked around the table, and gently lowered herself sideways onto his lap until she felt his arm supporting her back. "Can I be of any help?"

Why go this far? Robert wondered about Lynesse's situation. Afraid that I'll discard her too?

Robert eyed the woman with interest. Her weight was negligible on his lap, and her back was easily wrapped by his arm, he at least appreciated her beauty. Her long golden hair draping her back was like silk.

Could she be aiming for the Queen? No, she can't bear children.

"That is if you can see the future," Robert replied. But he suddenly remembered the Red Woman that Stannis had brought. He remembered Stannis talking about her ability to see the future through flames.

Lynesse giggled and gently rubbed her soft hand over Robert's bearded chin. "I can, Your Grace. Me underneath you on that bed, moaning and begging for your…"

She wriggled her ass on his lap to feel more of his raging erection. Her frame leaned into Robert's chest, warming up his body against her own.

Always sharp with her mouth. Robert, finding nothing to do on that ship, let the raging beast inside take over a little. It was better to keep feeding that monster from time to time in order to be able to control it when it truly mattered.

"Wrong," Robert replied and landed his large palm over her breast, gently groping one and feeling its softness. "I don't plan on taking you to that bed."

"T-Then… The table?"

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