A Clandestine Affair

Posted on Thu Mar 24th, 2022 @ 1:58am by Lord Robed Rykker & Lady Renara Rykker

Mission: The Iron Price
Location: The Rykker Manse

The Rykkers' manse in the city was generally well appointed when she first came to King's Landing, but since Renara got to the City for the Great Council, it had truly come alive with plants, paintings, and other trappings of comfort and beauty. She longed for adventure, but her lot in life had been to be tame. She'd made up for it by challenging her husband's coin purse at every occasion. Dresses, jewelry, and expensive things were all around her. Even then she was wearing night clothes which were inlaid with gold stitching. It did not please her husband, but then again, he did not please her. She had not experienced a taste of happiness until another man came into her life, the only other man she had felt any love for and the only other man whom she had let bed her. She had walked on clouds since they last spoke, and now came to bed with a look of longing on her face.

He did not visit often enough, and when he did, it was always in the shadows of the garden where they would kiss and, sometimes, make love. She could hardly think of anything else at all and she was concerned that people were starting to notice.

She entered the bed chamber, her silken peach garment flowing with her and drawing the attention of her Lord Husband. She climbed into bed and pulled the covers over her body, trying to go unotticed, for his eye, more than any, she was hoping not to catch.

“Did you think I wouldn't notice you there, Renara?” Lord Rykker asked in his usual gruff tone, sitting up in bed with a knife and an apple. His question was returned with silence and the slight shifting of Renara’s form under the covers. He decided to try again, this time with a hint of irritation. “Did you hear me, woman?”

“I don’t wish to quarrel tonight, Robed. I’m tired and my head hurts.” She responded, her voice quiet and distant.

“Tired from spending my coin.” Robed challenged, angrily. “Is it wrong for a husband to wonder what's rolling around in his wife's head? Or why she is so unwilling to even converse with him?”

She turned to him ever so slightly, irritation on her youthful features. She was very pretty and had caught his eye once. Now, however, he no longer cared for beautiful things. Or, perhaps, he cared for other beautiful things.

“No, if wondering were all you would do. We are far enough along to know the pattern, Robed. You will not respond kindly no matter what I say. So, I think, I shall say nothing at all.”

“You’re behaving like a child again. What is it with you since we got to the city? You’ve been an impetuous girl from the moment we arrived, more concerned with my faults than my benefits.” he said, gesturing with the knife and apple both. Pieces of the fruit flew from his mouth with his exclamations and caught in his scraggly beard. "How could I do anything but quarrel with a woman who acts like a child?"

“You great ignorant boar!” She exclaimed now, sitting up fully in bed. “I am tired of quarreling and you refuse to let up. Won’t you go and bark at the stableboys again and leave me to my sleep?”

Robed mounted in irritation; he was known for his short temper and it was easy to see the scene which was inevitably to follow. His teeth clenched, his fists balled, and his eyes grew watery. Before he could see red, however, a series of sharp knocks came at the door.

Robed’s wrath was increased by the interruption and he growled at the door. “COME!”

A young servant girl with pale hair entered the room, her head bowed anxiously.

“M’lady I’ve got a letter for you from your social correspondence.” She said, using an awfully big word one might not expect her to know if it hadn’t been Renara’s specific way of referring to the letters she received and sent to her friends in the City and back in Duskendale. Renata's anger melted away in an instant, for there was only one person who would send a letter at this hour. She held back her exactment as best she could and responded and an even voice.

“Oh? Thank you, dear. Please bring it to me.” She said, watching as the servant girl crossed the room and placed the sealed letter in her hand. Soon after she was gone, Renara opens the letter unceremoniously and begins to read:

To the Lady of Duskendale,

How eager I am to see you again, to hear your voice, and to ensure that you are well. It has been days since our last meeting, yet I am still unable to get our conversation off my mind. I write you comfort, for I have heard how empty you feel inside at the present time. I, like a good friend, have brought you something that is sure to fill you up to the brim. Meet me in the gardens when you receive this letter.

Ever Yours,
E

Renara swooned internally, but let no sign appear on her face lest Robed catch her. Edric was here in the garden, secretly, and she simply had to meet him.

“What is it now?” Robed asked, annoyedly.

“Nothing, just some damn urgent business with the shipments. I’ll need to handle it now.” She said, and before he could protest she was up on her feet and out of the room.

Her heart pounding with excitement, Renara ran down the back stairs hoping that no one would notice her decent to the gardens. At this time of night it would be dark and no one would see them together there.

She emerged from the manse and onto a cobbled walkway right before a row of bushes. A bit out of breath, she started toward the spot where they usually met, beneath the giant oak tree near the edge of the property. The wall was high and the tree higher, providing some extra cover. As she approached, she saw no one, but when she passed the tree she heard a voice from her dreams.

“I’m glad you could make it.” The voice said, and Renara turned to see that it belonged to Edric. Her breathing became shallow as she looked at him, and then punched herself into his arms.

“Of course I made it. I’ve missed you so.” She responded, her eyes glittering with excitement. His lips met hers and she kissed him back, starting to use her tongue against his own and smelling the mixture of spicy cologne and his natural scent. Pulling back from the kids, she smiled at him. “I want you.”

Without waiting for a response, the Lady of Duskendale sunk to her knees before the great Edric Martell and quickly unfastened his cloak. Next, she pulled down his breeches until they were around his thighs, revealing a considerable bulge in his small clothes. She felt a rush of heat between her legs and she knew that her own small clothes were now wet.

“I’ve missed you so, Edric. You have no idea…”

“I think I’m about to find out, my love.” He responded in a whisper of a voice, his Dornish accent coloring every word. "But first, I must tell you...I must leave King's Landing immediately."

"Why?" she asked, her voice filled with concern. "Why must you go?"

"For reasons you know not why and to places you know not where...but only promise to stay true to me, and I will return for you." he said, his handsome face reflecting back the color of the looming moon.

"I will...I will remain faithful." she said, without hesitation. Her eyes were large and filled with love. "Now take me, Edric. I can't wait anymore."

He gave her a smile and kissed her, and then, stripper her robe from her pale body, he did exactly as she had asked.