Morning had just arrived in Winterfell. The sunlight had parted the cold mist, illuminating everything in its golden hue.
At some distance away from the ancient weirwood tree, the heart tree, where the godswood was at its densest, a young man and a young woman were walking side by side. If anyone from Winterfell had seen them, they surely would have been surprised. This unexpected pair was Lucas Lannister and Jeyne Poole.
"Do you not think we have come quite far from the heart tree, Lord Lucas?" Jeyne questioned, her voice soft and her face blushing. "If anyone sees us here, it will raise a lot of questions to which we will have no answers."
There was a slight tremor, a hint of fright in her voice. Although she was a proper Northerner, she had stayed close to Sansa since childhood, and as a result, many of the lessons Septa Mordane had drilled into Sansa had also influenced Jeyne.
Because of that, a number of assumptions and limitations had formed in her mind about what a proper lady should do and how she should behave. And as per that influence, whatever she was doing right now, even if not strictly wrong, was not entirely right either.
It was only because of her young, fluttering heart that she could not control which often deviated onto the wrong path, that she was here.
"Relax, Jeyne," Lucas responded softly, bringing his steps to a halt. "Islie and her two cubs, Redier and Yellowton, are keeping an eye out. With them guarding the perimeter, if anyone crosses it, they will howl and alert us. No one will appear here suddenly."
Hearing this, a smile of relief crossed Jeyne's face. She released the breath she did not know she had been holding, and her body relaxed.
A sense of happiness too bloomed in her heart as she realized Lucas was being considerate toward her. If they had been seen together, alone in an isolated place, there would have been hardly any effect on him. He was a man and an influential Lord. A man's reputation rarely suffered for being seen with a woman. In fact, for many, it was a matter of pride.
It was a lady whose reputation would take a hit. She would be termed impure, sullied, or worse called a prostitute. Jeyne was pleased to realize that Lucas cared enough to protect her.
It had all begun the same day Lucas arrived at Sansa's room to return her gift.
Like a dedicated Northerner, Jeyne prayed almost daily before the heart tree. It was there she first encountered Lucas while he was walking his pets in the godswood.
A conversation had begun between them, and it soon turned into a daily routine. With his flirtatious ways, Lucas had easily carved a path into her heart. Not that it was difficult for someone like Lucas Lannister. He was charming, handsome, and extremely wealthy. He was also very influential and powerful.
Even so, Jeyne was no fool. She did not start dreaming of becoming Lady Lannister. She realised her limitations and she also understood the massive gulf between their status and standing. She knew she could be nothing more than a fling for Lucas Lannister. She could never be his wife.
But despite this, she was unable to tear herself away from him. She had completely drowned in his charm.
Every day, after returning from her escapades, she would pledge and resolve that she would not return the next day. But every morning, her resolve crumbled. She would wake up with a longing to see Lucas, hear his voice, and blush at his flirtations and then she would rush to the heart tree to sink deeper and deeper. And with each passing day, they had only grown closer.
"You are always in a hurry, Jeyne," Lucas remarked, taking a step closer to her. She instinctively stepped back until her back pressed against a tree. She was strangled between a tree on her back and Lucas in her front.
"I... I… worry that someone might see us," Jeyne stammered.
Lucas's face was just inches away from hers, and she was blushing hard. In the days they had spent together, this was the first time they had gotten so close.
"You do not need to worry, Jeyne," Lucas whispered.
Lucas moved his hand, and it landed on Jeyne's waist or rather, on her thick clothes and fur she was wearing to protect herself from the chilling. He leaned closer, his face drawing even nearer.
"Lord Lucas," Jeyne stammered, her voice shaking.
"Jeyne," Lucas muttered, his husky voice sending a jolt through her spine.
He leaned further, and this time his lips captured hers. The sweetness and softness of her lips melded with his as he kissed her.
"Ah! Mhm!" Jeyne moaned. Initially, she was unresponsive, but within moments, she too started to respond. She wrapped her hands around Lucas's neck and lost herself in the sheer pleasure coursing through her body.
Meanwhile, Lucas's hand did not remain idle on her waist. It fumbled through her layers of clothing, and though it was difficult, he ultimately found his way through. His hand finally reached the bare skin of her waist.
His hand was cold, and as it brushed against Jeyne's warm skin, she literally shivered.
"Lord Lucas!" she gasped, pulling away from the kiss.
Lucas did not stop, moving his hand beneath her clothes and rubbing against her skin from her waist to her stomach to her back. Every movement of his hand was like a jolt to her body.
"My Lord!" she groaned. "Everyone will be waiting for me."
"Yes?" Lucas smirked as his hand finally reached its ultimate prize.
He reached her breast and squeezed, earning a loud moan from Jeyne. "Lord Lucas! Ah!"
He did not stop, sliding his hand to take hold of her other breast and giving it a squeeze, earning more moans from Jeyne.
"Oh, Jeyne! Jeyne!" Lucas chuckled as he pulled his hand out from her clothes. "It is so much fun to tease you."
Though Jeyne was relieved that she would be returning and the risk of being caught would fade, there was also a sense of loss for the pleasure she had been feeling. How she wanted to throw herself into his arms and be ravaged by him! The hormones and lust in her body were twisting.
"You should return, Jeyne," Lucas remarked.
Jeyne nodded longingly before she turned to leave, but Lucas caught her hand from behind. He pulled her back, landing her in his embrace with her face close to his chest. He leaned in, bringing his lips close to her earlobe, brushing against it.
"I will visit you tonight," he mumbled, as his lips caught her earlobe and nipped at it.
"Ah!" Jeyne gasped.
Lucas immediately let go of her. Jeyne struggled to take control of her racing feelings and rushed back toward the castle.
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