GOT: Wolf Becomes Stag

The creaking of the ship's frame, the gentle swaying, and the faint sound of water. In that strange silence, Robert looked at the woman still seated, guessing her to be somewhere in her late twenties.

But he still couldn't get rid of that feeling. He had seen her before but couldn't remember where or when.

"What is your name, my lady?" Robert asked. He didn't know how to address a concubine. By just her name?

The woman looked towards Robert finally and gave a radiant smile, her full lips were pouty, her blue eyes sparked, and the black eyeliner elevated her charm. "I am Lynesse Hightower, Your Grace."

Hightower? Ah, isn't she…

"Jorah Mormont's wi—"

"Former," Lynesse interjected, cutting through Robert's words. Her thin brows knitted together, a flicker of disdain shadowing her face. "That man was a liar, Your Grace. Singing praises of his House, weaving tales of riches and glory, yet hiding the cold truth of those barren, Bear Islands. Ten years past… I was but a girl of seven and ten then, Your Grace—I couldn't live with those lies."

Robert sighed and walked closer to Lynesse. He rested his strong hand on her delicate shoulder and tapped a few times. He already knew that Jorah was serving Daenerys currently. The man had not only committed the crime of slavery but was also a traitor to the realm now.

She can't return to her house either. Maybe being a concubine was the best fate she could hope for. Better that than some pitiful beggar in the streets.

"Misfortune fell upon you, my lady," Robert grumbled, leaving her where she sat. He dropped heavily onto his bed with a sigh. "No need to share a bed with me. I imagine this old, portly king isn't much of a sight for you. Go back to your chambers, if you've any sense."

"Hah." Lynesse Hightower chuckled and stood up to her full height. Her clothes were the same as she was found in the water, but now dry. A sleeveless, white gown that clung to her curves like a whisper, with a deep neck that revealed just enough. Her pale, golden locks cascaded down to her waist. Bare feet, she brought her slender frame near the bed.

"Unlike you, he's far older and truly unsightly, Your Grace. And let's not forget, you are the King. Even if you were but a horse, you'd still be the object of desire for every woman in the realm and beyond."

"Haha!" Robert laughed at that part. He didn't expect Lynesse to have such humor with that delicate frame of hers. Perhaps it was the rough life she had lived that made her that way. "Aye, there's some truth in that."

"And I can't return to my room, Your Grace. His will is my command, and I, as his chief concubine, must submit. I've received enough lashes to know that lesson all too well."

Robert tiredly rubbed his bearded chin and stood up. It was hard to decide whether to pity her or be annoyed. It was true that Jorah lied, and it was also true that she had nowhere to go. He didn't know much about Lys, but since the place still practiced slavery, Lynesse's words didn't seem impossible.

"Then you should take the bed." Robert offered her. "I'll make myself one on the floor."

"Am I that unpleasant to look at?" Lynesse asked.

Robert gazed down at her, her head barely reaching his upper chest. "Lady Lynesse, your place in Prince Tregar's harem speaks to your beauty. It is my choice to not bed you."

"Then I will sleep on the floor. You're the King."

Robert couldn't care less at that point. It was already getting hard to control that debaucherous beast in his body. His mind was screaming at him to just shove Lynesse on the bed and have her. But he tried to defeat that lustful desire. He didn't want women to be his greatest weakness.

"Suit yourself."

He helped her make soft bedding on the floor using quilts, blankets, and cushions. Then, he slid into his bed alone. The best way to stop that lecherous creature in his mind was to fall asleep.

Robert, my old friend. What runs in your veins? Is it blood or a concoction of aphrodisiacs?

He pondered and shut his eyes, back towards the beauty on the floor.

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The next morning, Robert woke up feeling the shaking of the boat. He quickly looked towards the floor and found Lynesse still sleeping, likely tired from the whole shipwreck incident.

The resemblance. Robert noted her sleeping face resembled a young Cersei. But Lynesse had less shrewd features than Cersei and more of a look of joviality and simple beauty. Knowing she came from a rich house, Jorah went on to marry her just for her beauty. Now, he chases Daenerys, another young woman.

It was hard to find fault. Lynesse married Jorah of her free will. But she was very young. Jorah, meanwhile, was already a widow after a ten-year-long marriage. The man should have known better.

But then again. Jorah was foolish enough to commit slavery.

Finally, stretching his mighty arms, Robert got up and approached the concubine nestled beneath the layers of heavy quilts. For a heartbeat, he considered waking her, but the peacefulness of her slumber held him back. With a gentle touch, he slid his arms under the warm bedding, lifting her light frame with the ease of a feather.

Carefully, he set her down on the bed in the end and stepped away.

Ah, this isn't what Robert would have done. He sighed in silence. If this was truly Robert Baratheon, Lynesse wouldn't be in her clothes on that bed. Control! I must control this urge!

At last, he walked to the side and grabbed his warhammer before leaving the King's cabin.

"Morning, Your Grace." Ser Baristan greeted him as soon as she stepped into the open. The sky was clear that day, and the birds were making some noise.

Robert nodded and left the warhammer with the Kingsguard. He walked to the side to wash his face and clean his teeth with the mix of a herb and a stick.

"Let's continue the spar, Barrist…" His voice trailed off as soon as he turned around. The Kingsguard and a few other men were staring at him with a knowing look. They glanced at the door to his cabin and then back at him.

"I didn't touch her." Robert clarified.

"Yet."

Robert glared at Ser Barristan. Since when did the old Kingsguard start making jokes? "What did you say?"

"Let's spar, Your Grace."

He let the slight go and raised the warhammer. In fact, Robert went harder on the five Kingsguards and beat them till they couldn't raise their swords anymore. Surprisingly, he didn't feel tired himself.

Something was happening to his own body and he had no idea how to explain it. He felt stronger now than ever. His wounds always healed in one night's rest. His stamina increased beyond anything he had before. Heck, he felt he could race a horse right now.

But what scared him even more was how much he was still growing. Every single day he noticed the changes.

Thud!

"Stay down!" Robert bellowed at Ser Barristan. The old man didn't lose because of bad technique, but because of less stamina. Robert's defense had become so strong now that hitting him with the blade had become too challenging.

Clank!

Ser Barristan let go of his sword. Fighting anymore would have meant entering that life-or-death battle mindset.

"You are growing to be a bigger demon than you were before, Your Grace."

Robert gave him his hand. "Returning to old glory, Barristan. Nothing else."

"I hope Dorne will see the same."

Me too. Robert couldn't openly say anything. He had no clue about what game the Martells wanted to play.

He looked at the sun's position. It was hours past afternoon with the sunset merely an hour or so away. He sighed and stretched his neck before turning around. It was better to freshen up and get ready for dinner. Tonight he planned on dining with Prince Tregar alone.

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Night came, and no storm was in sight. Robert dressed up in a comfortable tunic and some loose breeches. The sea breeze going south continued to feel warmer and making everything pleasant.

He sat alone at his dining table, waiting for the prince from Lys to enter. There were only two seats placed at the table this time.

Knock! Knock!

The door opened and the familiar figure of Lynesse appeared, her dress the same as the previous day, her face clear and golden hair combed and cascading. She greeted the King with a bow.

"Forgive me, Your Grace. Prince Tregar isn't able to join you tonight because… He's preoccupied with the ladies," Lynesse apologized.

Seeing her voice contained a hint of fear, Robert kept himself from getting angry. "He's a man of great appetite it seems."

Lynesse shook her head. "No, he enjoys watching the concubines more… Pleasuring each other."

"A man of taste then, hah!" Maintaining the usual Robert style, he boomed with a laugh and waved at her, gesturing for her to come closer. "Come on, then. If not him, you should join me for dinner."

Fear seemed to disappear from Lynesse. She softly smiled and approached the table. But instead of sitting at the far side of the table, she dragged the chair beside the King. Then, she poured the King some wine before preparing a plate for him.

Robert appreciated her small gestures. Has she always been this mindful? No, this must have happened after becoming a concubine.

"Tell me about your life in Lys, Lynesse," Robert asked her.

"It's comfortable as long as I obey the orders. As the chief concubine, I don't always have to see him at night. I manage the other concubines and keep them in line. There is always food to fill my belly, wine to drown the hours, and gold to adorn myself in finery. Yet…" Lynesse exhaled intensely. "But it is not Westeros. True freedom exists only for the nobles and the rich, none of which I am there."

She traded her freedom for a more comfortable life then? Robert, or rather Eddard could understand her side of the story. To a degree, at least. He knew how cold the North could get, and for a girl from the Reach, it was a difference between heaven and hell.

He poured her a cup of wine this time and raised his own glass. Quickly, Lynesse raised her own and he clanked them.

"To our rotten first marriages." He said and downed the cup.

Lynesse giggled and did the same. "Rotten indeed, Your Grace."

The two resumed their talk and kept drinking even after their meals were over. Sometimes Lynesse told stories of Lys, and other times Robert told her stories of battles and blood. Soon, as their eyes became heavy, they got down in their beds.

Robert was on the bed and Alynesse was on the floor.

The next day, the same schedule was repeated. Long hours of spar, then a bath, and finally dinner. Yet, Prince Tregar didn't come out of his room. Once again he ate with Lynesse.

Like that, four days passed and Robert started to doubt if Tregar was even interested in meeting him. Each time Lynesse would return with the same excuse. Each night she would make the same offer of sharing the bed, and each night, they'd end up sleeping in different places.

He wants me to bed her first?

The possibility of that condition arose in his mind. After all, there was no other reason why the man wouldn't meet him. It didn't suit someone who had spoken so highly about repaying the debt of life.

As the fifth night arrived and everything repeated itself, Robert shifted to his bed earlier as Lynesse cleaned the dining table and removed the plates. He watched her move around in silence, trying to convince his own mind that this was the right thing to do. That it was at least worth a try.

You're winning, Robert.

"Your Grace." Lynesse finally finished her work and stood at the bed's footside. Coiling her finger in her golden locks, she repeated almost the same words as the last four nights. "May I share the bed with you?"

"Are you being forced?" Robert asked back, a change of dialogue at last.

Lynesse shook her head vigorously and looked at his loins. "At the start, I was. Now, I'm more interested in… In seeing you."

You're winning easily, Robert.

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