Real People

Lyonel looked on exhausted as Ygritte shooed away... what was her name again? Dottie? The wild haired, big titted Wildling? Whoever she was, the insane, cute, wild, hippie woman went away giggling to herself, licking the residue cum off her fingers and burping at the large dose of it she had just received.

"Sorry 'bout that," Ygritte said, smiling apologetically. "Dottie may be as sane as a shadow cat, but her heart is in the right place and she's the best healer 'round here."

"Or the only one around," Lyonel quipped, but was immediately alarmed by just how weak his voice was.

This was not lost on Ygritte as well. "Very well, that's enough naughty adventures for you, Southerner. Back in the bed now," she said, tucking the exhausted prince back into the bed. Taking a large pile of fur she put it on his lower body, before noticing that his spit and cum covered dick sticking out of the covers. Ygritte looked at it strangely. Then, after taking two deep breaths, she gingerly picked it up and tucked it inside the furs as well.

Lyonel was very impressed by her resolve and touched by her care. Ygritte absolutely loved his dick but prioritized his rest and recovery over her needs.

Lyonel's dick, on the other hand, seemed to have different ideas, and that brief moment of contact was all it needed to twitch excitedly under the furs.

Ygritte's eyes immediately lit up. "Well..." she said with relish. "I was gonna let you sleep, but clearly you aren't ready for that yet. I can help you fall asleep though."

With that she climbed on the bed, getting on top of the Lyonel and pushing away the furs in one swift move, to reveal the prince's dick well on its way to full mast. The redhead gleefully grabbed the already cum and sweat drenched cock to go for another round.

Just before she put it in her mouth however, Ygritte looked at Val. "Aren't you going to help me with this, Princess?" she asked with a wink.

For the first time since waking up, Lyonel got his proper look at Val. The wildling princess was looking ahead with a dazed expression, holding the firewood she had collected tightly to her impressive chest. "I... uh... I'll leave this one to you Ygritte. I still have more... more things to do," she stammered and quickly left, banging the door behind her.

Ygritte looked at Val flabbergasted, as if a starving man denying a meal, before shrugging and engorging herself on the royal dick. Lyonel however, kept looking at the still quivering door for a long time.

Within the next two days, Lyonel slowly regained his strength. In that time, Ygritte scarcely left his side, spending time alternatively mothering him or shooing away an increasingly flirtatious Dottie. Val, meanwhile, rarely interacted with him. Lyonel wanted to ponder more about that, but thinking was hard when one is **** half the time and with their head ringing like a hive of bees even when they are awake.

By the third day however, Lyonel was well enough to hobble around on his own, slowly and painfully made his way to a tree stump, doing his best to avoid looking at the ancient Weirwood growing nearby; he has had his fill of supernatural encounters for a long time. Sitting down with a sigh he slowly started eating the extremely bland (but apparently very healthy) bowl of porridge given to him.

The hut of Dottie the healer was on a small hill, overlooking a settlement (it was so small Lyonel refused to call it a village) of fifteen or so slightly bigger huts. A group of small children were playing a game in front of the large tree. As far as Lyonel could understand, it involved the rest of the children all throwing snow at one in their group relentlessly, until that kid managed to touch one of the others, at which point that kid would become the new target, and everyone would run away from him to avoid being touched by him and becoming the new target.

All of this was naturally accompanied by a host of giggling and shouting that Lyonel could hear even at that distance. The prince looked on at the whole affair with a fond smile. That is, until that old voice came back again. You doomed them. You closed the Shadow Cat's Pass and doomed them. Their blood will be spilled, and it will stain your hands as much as it will be for the Walkers.

Lyonel sighed as the smile melted off his face. His consciousness has been tormenting him ever since he had woken up. Of course, he knew he did the right thing. If the Wildling army come to the Wall now, swords bearing, they would be completely wiped out. Whatever remained of them would flee deep into the far north, right into the hands of the others. The wildlings would die off as a people, and the armies of the dead would grow. Rather he must try to bring the Wildlings South peacefully, to which he must first build a power base, or become the king outright. To do all of this he needs time. These were rational, well thought out ideas... but it didn't help the prince feel any better.

"Hey," a soft voice called out from his side.

Lyonel jumped and looked around to see Val standing next to him. The pale girl, wearing all white and walking through the snow, had the stealth of a snow leopard. "May I join you?" she asked in a neutral voice.

"Of course," Lyonel replied, smiling warmly, even though he was feeling extremely uneasy. Val has been acting odd since the incident, and Lyonel had made sure to always have Ygritte around him when Val was also nearby. Except now. Of course, Val's odd behaviour might be the Wildling princess coming to terms with sleeping with the enemy. Or it might be something more.

Val sat down next to him, though Lyonel noticed she remained as tense as a predator. She started speaking, every word uttered carefully. "I've been wanting to talk to you for some time. About that day."

"Ah," Lyonel replied drily.

"What happened that day? When I woke up, you and Ygritte were gone. Then I heard a loud noise and when I went looking, Ygritte was trying to dig you out of a heap of snow."

"We went hunting," the prince replied, being as nonchalant as possible. "The food was running low, and we didn't know if the storm would start again, so we went out. I didn't wake you up. If I remember correctly, you've had an... exhausting night."

Val's cheeks reddened at the memory, but her blue eyes remained determinedly set upon Lyonel, silently waiting for him to carry on.

"Then there was a sudden loud noise. The next thing I know a whole lot of snow was falling on top of me and I passed out. Must have been one hell of an avalanche."

"No," Val said, slowly but definitively. She picked up a handful of snow and let the fine powder tickle back into the ground. "Not an avalanche. They might happen earlier in the year, when the snow is more wet. Having an avalanche now is... unusual."

"Is that so?"

"Whatever it was, it blocked the Shadow Cat's Pass."

"Yes."

"I told you that Mance's army will pass through there the night before."

Lyonel didn't reply. He didn't have to. His dark blue eyes showed the guilt he felt about betraying Val's trust for all to see.

In that moment, Val lunged at him. Lyonel however, would never know if she meant to punch him, kill him or do anything else. For out of nowhere Ygritte leaped into the action and within seconds the Wildling Princess was pressed tightly on to the floor as the Spear Wife hovered over her. "I knew the little tart would corner you like this," Ygritte said panting. "I was keeping an eye on her all this time."

"Keeping an eye on me? " Val screamed, twisting to look back even as Ygritte pressed her tightly to the ground. "You should be attacking him! He blew up the Shadow Cat's Pass!"

"I know," the redhead said solemnly.

"You... you know?" Val asked, stunned, before struggling all the more harder. "Don't you understand what you've done? You've damned our people! All for what? To be some Southerner's slut?"

Ygritte's eyes hardened. "Listen to me fool. I saved our people. Lyonel saved our people. If Mance's army had gone South, them Southerners would have destroyed us!"

"You don't know that!"

"Yes, I do."

"So what?" Val sneered. "You think you know everything about Southerners because you fucked some of them?"

Before a reply could be given, Val kicked Ygritte in the stomach and ran towards Lyonel, but he quickly evaded the blows. He may have been weakened, but he's still stronger than most men. He grabbed her arms and brought her face close to his. "This was the only way, Val! Gods damn it, listen to me woman, I-"

Before he could finish saying anything, a wad of spittle landed on his face, temporarily blinding him. He let her go instinctively, but before she could make another attempt on his person, Ygritte tackled her to the ground.

"Give it up Val. You have tried to fight us before, and we all know how well that went. Give up, and let's go inside and talk."

Val got up, and what Lyonel saw shook him. Hatred. Clear hatred glistening in her eyes which not so long ago was gazing at him with lust filled affection. He had never seen such pure hatred, much less directed at him. "You used me, Lyonel." she said, voice trembling with rage. "You used me, and you betrayed me, and you destroyed my people. I will see you once again, Prince of the Seven Kingdoms. One day I'll see you again and then you'll regret your crimes against my people."

With that she left, quickly blending into the forest.

Ygritte came and stood beside him. "I'll pack our things. The moment she meets up with Mance's army she'll tell them where to find us. We must go, now."

Lyonel nodded numbly, not taking his eyes off where Val once stood. He cannot believe what happened. He knew, but he couldn't believe it. The fault was his. Apart from his new family, like Tommen, Myrcella and Cersei, he had treated everyone else he had met as... well as characters. After all, for years that's exactly what they have been for him. But they aren't just some words on a page now. These are actual people, people with real emotions, needs, ambitions, loves... people whom he had hurt because he was unable to see them as some pieces on a chess board, or at most, a dream come true to engage his fantasies in.

Lyonel staggered to the nearby Weirwood tree which he had tried so hard to avoid. Kneeling, he touched a large root. "I'm sorry. I... I didn't understand. I - I'll try to do better." That's all he said. That's all he could say.

The next three days were tiresome to say the least, as Lyonel and Ygritte trudged miserably back to the Wall. There days were spent in silence, focusing as much as to get to the Wall as to avoid talking what happened. The nights they spent together, in mutual understanding and affection.

When the two reached the Wall, they found it in an uproar as members of the Night's Watch was running around like headless chickens, with nearly every member, irrespective of being a ranger, a builder or a steward, being mobilized to find him in ranges beyond the Wall. So, when they did reach it relatively unharmed, there was a great sense of relief, not least of them from Tyrion Lannister.

"You fucking bastard!" his uncle said, hugging Lyonel tightly. "Can you even attempt to comprehend how afraid I was?"

"I am touched by your concern, uncle," Lyonel said, reciprocating the affection. "But I assure you I am fine."

"Who said I was afraid for you?" Tyrion scoffed, even as he had a huge, relieved grin on his face. "I was just worried what Cersei would do to me if you were lost beyond the Wall all this time! I was even considering join the Night's Watch to stay safe from her! Imagine that!"

"All this time? How long have I been away, uncle?" the prince asked much more seriously.

Lyonel swore softly. His plans had been delayed. "Will you tell our men to ready their things, uncle? We'll be leaving tomorrow morning."

"So soon, nephew? It seems like you need your rest."

"I must be in King's Landing as soon as possible. We'll ride out to Winterfell tomorrow. From there we will buy new horses and ride fast to White Harbour and purchase a ship-"

"A what?" Ygritte, who had been silent until then asked suddenly.

"A ship. It's like a big boat."

Ygritte looked skeptical, but Lyonel went on. "Travel by sea will shorten our journey by months. I can rest on board, then."

Tyrion sighed. "Very well nephew. I'll tell our men and inform the Lord Commander of our departure. Just be mindful of not pushing yourself to the brink."

"Of course, uncle."

The journey back from the Wall was far more pleasant. Lyonel relished the memory of Jon Snow's face looking surprised and then even more embittered by the fact that Ygritte had not abandoned him beyond the Wall, which she easily could have, and have rather decided to follow him. Ygritte meanwhile was entertained by nearly everything south of the Wall, asking Lyonel about every detail in every building. Tyrion, too, had taken a liking to the witty girl, and they spent the entire journey exchanging sharp, but well-meaning barbs at one another.

Everything was ordinary... until they reached the Winter Town, when they noticed a large revelry, people drinking and celebrating in the streets.

"Is today a holy day, uncle?" Lyonel asked frowning.

"With this close to Winter? No. These Northerners should already be rationing their food, storing everything for when the cold comes."

"That's what I thought," Lyonel said, before looking at a man stumbling around with a stupid smile. "Hey, you! What's going on here?"

"Can't you see m'lord," the commoner said with more cheek than he could ever muster when he was sober. "We're celebrating!"

"Evidently," the prince replied patiently. "And what are you celebrating?"

"News from Winterfell m'lord! Lady Catelyn is with child again!"