Daenerys speaks with Yohn Royce

Daenerys chewed on her bottom lip as she walked aside Yohn Royce. It was near dusk, the setting sun gleamed off the multiple pieces of plate armor that lay before them. It was beautiful, almost enough to make the Winterfell's mudcaked, grey and brown courtyard pleasing to look at.

She tried to catch Royce's eye, she licked her lips, held her back straight, pushed her chest out. She walked a little too close to the Vale Lord, swayed her hips a little more than necessary. Smiled a little too much and had already attempted multiple times to get him alone.

But Royce seemed overly interested in the condition of his men's armor, the wellbeing of their horses, and little in her. She glanced at the stables and wondered. Could she get away with a quick fuck there, beside the horses? The hay and horses might muffle her moans, but it was more than likely a stableboy would wander in on them and she did not need that.

Then she considered at the armory, it looked empty, but for how long? The heat would do her favors, give her an excuse to lose the thick coat she had been **** to wear. A little sweat to give her an appealing glow, She doubted Royce could resist. She licked her lips and undid the first button on her long winter coat and turned back to Royce.