Daemon obligingly turned his hand over, letting his fingers thread with those of his wife, and set down his tankard. Leaning forward in his chair, he propped one arm on its edge and said seriously, "I'd rather escort you off to our bedchamber, as befitting your station, Your Grace." Then his grin flashed and his eyebrow went up.
"But if you'd rather be tossed over my shoulder like a barbarian strumpet and carried off to the cave, I suppose I can oblige that." On his other side, he heard Robb Stark choke on his ale and start to splutter. Before his brother-by-law could recover enough to start spouting indignant, Daemon stood up, the entire assemblage tapering off into quiet.
And rather than haul his Northern wife up and over his shoulder, he instead politely held her hand for her to stand from her chair. "Well," he then said to the partygoers, "enjoy the rest of the food, and drink the remainder of the ale. The time's come for me to do my duty and fuck my wife until she's screaming her pleasure loud enough for the Night's Watch to hear her noise and wish they'd led more exemplary lives."
A rousing cheer and bawdry laughter echoed across the hall. Daemon smirked down at Sansa, bedevilment writ across his face. "Come, my lovely Queen. To bed, and not the first protest out of you." With that, the King of the Seven Kingdoms led his queen down from the raised table and through the feasting hall amid more revelry and delighted cheers.
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"But if you'd rather be tossed over my shoulder like a barbarian strumpet and carried off to the cave, I suppose I can oblige that." On his other side, he heard Robb Stark choke on his ale and start to splutter. Before his brother-by-law could recover enough to start spouting indignant, Daemon stood up, the entire assemblage tapering off into quiet.
And rather than haul his Northern wife up and over his shoulder, he instead politely held her hand for her to stand from her chair. "Well," he then said to the partygoers, "enjoy the rest of the food, and drink the remainder of the ale. The time's come for me to do my duty and fuck my wife until she's screaming her pleasure loud enough for the Night's Watch to hear her noise and wish they'd led more exemplary lives."
A rousing cheer and bawdry laughter echoed across the hall. Daemon smirked down at Sansa, bedevilment writ across his face. "Come, my lovely Queen. To bed, and not the first protest out of you." With that, the King of the Seven Kingdoms led his queen down from the raised table and through the feasting hall amid more revelry and delighted cheers.