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Rage.

Not towards you, of course. But towards life itself. 

He deserved to be the kind of man to court you. The tall strong specimen that you would simply swoon over as he took you tenderly and…. Well do everything that a good husband should do for his wife. However he was born rotted, unlike his brother, he was a physical depiction of all that a second son was.

Useless. 

Walking around as he struggled with his brace and cane, watching everyone around him find each other as he continued his lonely path through life. Even Harwin, in his own way, had found someone. As stupid as his clandestine relationship with the princess was he was loved and loved in return. 

The sensation was sickening.

Really he should have known better. Larys wasn’t meant to be loved in return. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t love in his own way. No matter how twisted and deformed his way of loving was.

And he loved you, truly.

Which is why he was currently watching you walk around the gardens of the keep, laughing with your friends. He kept to the shadows, content to simply watch you live life. Your smile was intoxicating as you grinned and laughed at nearly everything.

Larys would die upon a sword for you to smile in his direction. Not like the polite, kind, pitying smiles he received from you when your paths crossed.  

But even a smile laced with pity was enough to fuel his secret attentions. At times Larys would almost laugh, how ironic that the Lord Confessor spent his free time torturing himself with heartbreak.

And yet he followed you still, his secondary occupation granted him access to secret tunnels and spying spots to monitor you thoroughly. Generally he attempted to keep his watchful eye tasteful however lately he had felt a surge of temptation that was eating away at his warped sense of morals. It all changed weeks ago, he was unsure of what changed exactly. However he had gone from an occasional glance to spending portions of his day watching you around the keep.

Usually he would spend his free time just admiring you, which he was doing that day, watching the sun glint off your soft skin as you just went about your day of leisure. While your father was a moderately well off Lord he knew you deserved much more, what he could provide. He stood, thinking about all he could give you, picturing you under him, wantonly moaning as he detailed exactly how he would give you so much you would never lift a finger again in life. His imagination was so vivid he hadn’t realized your position had changed and you were now walking up to him as he found himself surprisingly thrown off.

“Lord Strong, I did not see you standing there until I began walking. I dare say you gave me quite the shock.” You walked right up to him as though he were any other man, laughing like you were pleased to see him.

Internally, Larys was caught off guard. Externally he acted as though he had stood on that spot for decades.  

“My Lady, I could say the same. You have given me quite the shock as well.”He replied smooth as always. 

You laughed heartily. Laughing at him, Larys thought. He would take your mockery if it allowed him to be this close to you. “I always see you walking these gardens, perhaps you would take me for a tour?” 

You had seen him? All those times you had been out in the garden you had seen him. The horrifying realization would need to wait for later, he needed to finish the conversation and retreat to his apartments.

“Of course my Lady, how could I deny such a request. However, I would be remiss to ask if you have a suitor you would much rather walk with. I am a poor guide for obvious reasons.”

There was that syrupy, sickly, pitying smile. He wanted to taste it, to bite your lips until they swelled. Larys could not deny that your proximity was drawing out much more virile thoughts from his mind. Which could prove to be dangerous. A man who was swept away by sexual desires was a poorly controlled man.

You were still smiling, standing there as you looked him up and down, surveying his brittle, broken body. Surely.

“I have no suitors Lord Strong, and if I had not wanted to walk with you I would not have asked.”

‘Why hadn’t you any suitors? Were you not good enough for their attentions? What pigs.’ Thoughts swirled in his mind as he smiled back at you, holding back the bubbling anger.

“Perhaps tomorrow my Lady, I am quite fatigued and I should return to rest.”

“Of course.” You bowed your head. “I shall return tomorrow at this same hour, I look forward to seeing you.” And with another smile you had left him alone. 

You were raised well to show such politeness and charity to a wretch. Larys was grateful for that at least. But now he willed himself to limp back to his apartments, closing his bedroom door, blocking him from the rest of the world.

His foot throbbed within the confines of his brace, he wasn’t lying when he said he needed to rest. But if you had asked him to walk with you today he would have walked until he bled.

Groaning as he released himself from the iron brace he laid upon his bed, breathing heavily as the discomfort burned up his leg. It crashed with another kind of sensation.

His core burned with lust. 

The pain from his leg and the hardening of his groin melted together deliciously. He had no other choice but to undo his breeches, his hot length springing from the confines as it wept for your touch.

To be deprived was all he knew and it had turned him into a dog begging for scraps. It was truly unbecoming of a man his status. 

And yet he was laid upon the bed, stroking himself vigorously, imaging what your soft body would look like as you bounced upon his lap. He hated these little sessions along with the frustration he felt when he released his seed anywhere else than inside of you. 

“Disgusting.” He murmured as he released himself, sitting up to take a cloth from his wash basin. 

When he was clean enough Larys fell back on the bed. His foot pain had dulled and he felt so empty. Laying is his quiet room he felt mortally injured, as though you had stabbed him through the heart. Thankfully he enjoyed receiving pain almost as much as he enjoyed inflicting it. As long as it was you who was his Lady Confessor.

Which is why he went back early the next day to await you. Sitting right where you had stood the day prior, deep in a thought of taking you behind some bushes and kissing you deeply. 

While sexual thoughts of you made him feel swept away, simple thoughts of holding you and feeling love reciprocated rendered him nearly non functional.

“Lord Strong.” That was your voice, it appeared you were also early.

Larys struggled to stand to greet you with a low bow. “I was not expecting to see you at this time.”

“I was looking forward to my tour. I do hope I did not interrupt. You seemed to be deep in thought.”

Larys chuckled, it was fake and hollow, you had no idea what was in his head.

“Of course not my Lady, my role weighs heavy on my mind so I am often thinking.”

You nodded, extending your hand to place it upon his forearm. Larys took it and greedily relished the heat coming from your hand through the fabrics of his clothes. He would be the perfect gentleman as he committed each piece of information to memory. Not in his wildest dreams would he think he would find himself so close to you as he walked through the garden.

So close he could smell your warm scent of oils and spices. You were speaking to him as he nodded and agreed but his mind could not focus any further. He was no longer a man but a predator, walking his prey to their doom. 

And you really were the unwitting prey, laughing and speaking at him as though he was a suitor and not an invalid. This entire walk felt like the culmination of weeks of pining and obsessing. While he tried to deny it then, Larys was now unable to do so.

He needed you.  It was out of his hands and yours. There was no way your father would allow you to marry him, he would never allow a cripple to tarnish his bloodline. So he would have to leave him no choice. 

“You look quite pleased Lord Strong.” Your voice finally broke through his swirling thoughts.

Larys laughed, it was genuine. “I was just musing. That is all.”

You patted his arm gently. “I hope I did not intrude on your day. I am aware of how busy you are.” You paused motioning to sit on a stone bench, which Larys gladly limped over to, your attentiveness shocking him internally.

“I fear I am rather occupied today. I apologize for being a poor host both in body and mind.”

“I take no offence, you have nothing to apologize for. I enjoyed your company today. Perhaps next time we may sit so I may enjoy it longer.” You smiled, however this time it was different, it felt mischievous almost.

“Of course my Lady, I apologize again for leaving our walk prematurely.”

You bowed your head politely. “Do not think anything of it, my maid is warming a bath for me at the moment so I shall retire to my rooms.”

Larys bowed his head from his seated position, unable to stand due to the tenting in his groin at the thought of you in a bath. What would possess you to tell him that piece of information, surely you were just so trusting of him. He watched you hurry off, his foot begging for reprieve as he hushed it. Waiting until you were out of sight then he stood, walking as quickly as he possibly could until he slipped away into a secret tunnel. 

The darkness made him feel at home, slipping through the thin winding halls to the residential rooms. He knew where yours was, he had never ventured to them prior to today, citing his respect for your privacy. 

However as his wife you would have no need for privacy. That thought almost doubled him over. Perhaps you would be unwilling at first but when you realize how much luxury could be provided to you, perhaps you would relent. It didn’t matter if he was to be loved in return all Larys needed was to release himself from those intense emotions. To love.

He gathered his courage as he saw the light coming from a crack in the wall in your rooms. All he needed to do was look. Larys’s fingertips touched the cool stone by the beacon of light as it called to him. With one deep breath, Larys leaned down slightly, to look through into your rooms.

He groaned internally, his slow pace meant you were already sitting in your bath, your handmaids fussing over your hair, washing you. Larys placed his palm on the wall to brace himself while his breeches were undone and his length was freed. 

You were a mere few feet from the wall as you sat there unknowing of his presence. While his usual benign spying had an intoxicating sensation this view was something he would never forget.

Even if you were floating just under a thin layers of soap and oils. Which Larys resented, as he fisted his length angrily.  He needed to be within you whether he deserved it or not. Not once did he deserve anything in this life, he had to take it all. And in good time he would take you as well.

The vision of the tops of your breasts floated into view as you sat up to scrub at your arms, you were so exposed that a shaky breath was pulled out of Larys’s mouth. It was hardly audible but he bit his lips in fear you heard it. 

Through the crack you paused only for an instant.  Before turning to your maids. “May I have a few moments to myself?” Was all that you had said before your maids curtsied and left quickly. And you were alone with an unknown spectator. 

Larys slowed his hand for a moment, deciding to savour this intimate time with you. 

He didn’t have much time to enjoy himself before you stood suddenly. Water and bubbles slid down your body as you leaned over to take a bottle of something offering Larys a good view of your bottom. It was all he had fantasized about and more. The perfect size to sit upon his lap or to smother his face. 

Perhaps when you were his wife you would allow him the honour of performing such acts one day. 

Back to the task at hand, he had a good deal of difficulty maintaining silence and composure as you poured the contents of the bottle over yourself as you turned your face him.  Your deft hands rubbed the oil over your skin, your hands travelled lower, Larys in hot pursuit with his eyes.

He had no control over his panting breaths, unsure if they were audible or not as he rubbed himself watching your fingers tease your lips. It’s felt like he had been granted a miracle when your breathy moans wafted through the crack in the wall to tease his senses further. Larys closed his eyes, opting to pretend as though he was the one causing such sounds. 

He slowed the touch on his sensitive member further as he did not dare finish before you. Even if you had no idea he was there perversely spying, you deserved to attain pleasure before him. As he lost himself further into the moment his cane fell over, making a hollow wooden sound echo in the halls, you made no indication of hearing it as your touches became faster and faster.

Your moans turned into mumbles of a word, he could not make it out due to his heart beating. ‘Surely your other suitor’s name.’ Larys thought to himself bitterly though he did not still his stroking.

A suitor could be dispatched one way or another. It did not matter to him if you had been deflowered. He would take you if you were a beggar or the streets or a woman of a brothel. He would fall to his knees at the sight of you and plead for your hand.

Larys had underestimated how love turned a man into a simpleton. He had no control any longer as his silent grunts became audible, on the other side of the wall you had not a care in the world as your cries grew higher and higher.

When you cried out one last time, stilling your hand as you climaxed you began calling out the name again. Larys regained just enough good sense to listen so he could get rid of whatever man’s name soiled your mouth so.

“Larys!”