You're a pop star, or a royal, or maybe even the last of your kind who will bring about the Earth's redemption. Whatever the case may be, you're in a position that may be a bit dicey if you attract the wrong kind of attention.
And you're a bodyguard, a soldier, a knight - a protector. Somehow, you've been roped into protecting this person. You'll be rewarded, of course. The work may be cut out for you, but just do your job, keep your head down, and it'll go smooth.
Except for when the two of you break the bounds of professionalism and feelings begin to flourish. Being in such close quarters may get you to see the other in a different light, and saving someone's life just may be the ultimate form of intimacy.
Could this be the real danger? To feel so strongly for the one you've sworn to protect...are you compromised?
How to Play
1. Comment with your character and preferences, being sure to put if you want to play the guard, the guarded, or either. Also, you may want to put if you prefer fluffy, angsty, or smutty interaction - or have no preference.
2. Comment to others.
3. There are no prompts, because there are so many potential options there could be a hundred. Feel free to play anything: the beginnings of the relationship, just meeting, getting used to each other/not getting along at first, the obligatory first time, a threat on the protected's life and how their protector responds, how the feelings between the two has changed the protection, etc. Your only limit is you. |
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bakerstreet2013-11-08 08:31 am
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But that must be dealt with at another time, and right now, he has more pressing matters on his hands.
"The name Lannister is unfamiliar to me, my lady. And I am Caspian, tenth of that name, and King of Narnia." He frowns at her obvious distress, and his tone is reassuring. "Please, I know this must be a terrible time for you, but do not fear. As long as you are in Narnia, no harm will come to you."
He turns to the Wolf, and a quick argument ensues - Caspian wants the Wolf to go ahead to alert the castle that he will be returning with a guest, and the Wolf insists on staying by his King's side. But Caspian prevails, and the Wolf departs, and Caspian turns back to the woman.
"My lady, I'd like you to return with me to Cair Paravel, and you can tell me more of your troubles, and I will see what help I can give you." He gives her a quick smile. "And now that I have you name, please, will you give me yours?"
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Her jaw dropped ever so slightly upon hearing the wolf speak. His voice sounded perfectly human despite his form being obviously otherwise. She shakes herself from her surprise once the wolf leaves, realizing that he has asked her a question.
"My name is Jeyne. Lady Jane Stark, born Westerling. And I cannot thank you enough for your graciousness. I do not expect to be given anything for free, I assure you. I am skilled as a nurse." She returned his smile and walked in his direction, waiting for him to lead the way to this Cair Paravel he had mentioned.
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He offered her his arm, and led her up to the trees, where his horse was waiting. "I'm afraid there is only the one horse, but Destrier is strong enough to carry us both." And he helped her mount, then swung up behind her.
He wondered about the name of Lannister, as they rode swiftly to Cair Paravel. Would there be people pursuing her? Was Narnia being put into danger by his offer to her of protection?
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She she took his offered arm and walked with him to the horse, a large one clearly capable of carrying them both. She wondered if this animal spoke as well, but was too shy to ask. What if only wolves speak in this land, and she would appear ignorant by asking about the horse?
His arms were strong, and he had no trouble helping her mount the horse. She fought to stay relaxed as he sat behind her. She held her bag closely to her stomach and passed the ride by observing the landscape as they rode. Thankfully their destination was not far, and she found that the forest looked the same as what she had seen at her own home growing up. Perhaps this would not be such a terrible place to stay after all.
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Caspian slid down from his horse, and turned to help Jeyne dismount. "That is enough questions for right now. The Lady Jeyne is tired and needs care." He spoke to a dryad and asked her to take Jeyne to rooms prepared for a guest, so she could bathe and change into clean clothes, then apologized to Jeyne.
"I am m sorry, my lady. I know you are tired after your adventures, and I do not want any to trouble you. Please take your time, then join me for breakfast when you are ready. We can talk more then."
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Following his lead, she dismounted, still clinging tightly to her bag. The castle was beautiful and filled with sunlight - very different from the northern lands she had left. It was a welcome change.
"Thank you, your grace. You are too kind." She was reluctant to leave him, as he was the only soul she knew in this strange land. She felt she had little choice but to trust the creature that led her away from Caspian, and to a well appointed room with a hot bath waiting.
It had been many weeks since she'd had a proper bath, and once left to her own devices she took full advantage of it. She washed and rebraided her hair, her reflection in the mirror showing a marked improvement. A clean dress more suited to the climate was given to her, along with shoes that fit perfectly. She had not realized until that moment that she had disembarked from the ship barefoot.
Not wanting to keep the king waiting, she asked to join him, as he had offered. She was actually hungry, now that she was away from the heaving ship. She prayed that the food offered was not as strange as the company.
She was announced at the door, and she curtsied properly upon entering the room. Now that she had her bearings about her she remembered the courtesies she had been taught as a young girl.
"Your grace, I must thank you for the dress and shoes. I will never forget your generosity."
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He hoped Jeyne would be fine as the dryad led her away, and then he went straight to the council room to discuss with his advisors what she had told him. He was especially concerned with the thought that someone might be coming after her, and he discussed a watchful strategy with his generals, settling on a plan to have guards on the borders of Narnia alert and waiting, as well as for Seabirds and Dolphins to keep a watch on the seas, for any ships that might be approaching. Those decisions made, he went into his private dining room, to wait for Jeyne.
When she appeared, he rose courteously, and offered her a seat at the table. "It was my pleasure, my lady. Now please, sit, and eat your fill, and then we can talk about your voyage here."
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She did indulge in some jam, spreading it thinly across a piece of bread that was still warm. She thought that truly the gods were looking down on her, to have brought her to such a place.
"I must confess, your grace, that I am overwhelmed by your land and its inhabitants. Animals do not speak where I am from."
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"Oh, of course. My apologies, lady, I could have prepared you better for that. In Narnia, we have both Talking and dumb animals, and all manners of creatures, such as centaurs, fauns, and nymphs." He smiled ruefully. "And they are rather familiar, are they not? Many have known me since my youth, and none practice the same court manners that I know are common in other kingdoms."
He poured a cup of tea, and slid it across the table to her. There was something about the Lady Jeyne that made Caspian feel protective. Clearly she was in need of assistance, and of course, he would offer her every courtesy at his disposal, but still. She touched something deep in him, made him remember what it was like when he was young, and in need of protection, and he hoped he could offer her comfort and keep her safe.
"If you please, can you tell me what you were fleeing, in your ship? You mentioned the name Lannister - it is unfamiliar in my country, but if there is trouble coming, I would like us to be prepared."
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"Is there magic here? Where I am from they speak of worshippers of the red god, who can perform magic. They can see visions in flames and hear the voice of their god telling them what to do, and cast spells. They all live across the sea, so I have never met one. It sounds terrifying to me." Fire was necessary, of course, especially in the North. The magic part scared her. She did not like the idea of someone casting a spell on her that she could not stop.
Her chewing slowed at his question about her past. The story would invariably bring her to tears, and she didn't want to spoil such a lovely meal.
"As I said, my husband and his mother were murdered by them. They conspired with another family and took them unawares at my husband's uncle's wedding." She realized he would need a more complete explanation to truly understand the gravity of her situation.
"The land I come from is called Westeros. It is very large, and made up of seven different regions, united under one throne. When the one king of the seven kingdoms died, his son ascended the throne. He is a Lannister. But there were others, the dead king's brothers, who claimed that the boy was not legitimate, and that they should sit the throne instead. This boy king ordered my husband's father beheaded for treason, for supporting one of the dead king's brother's claim to the throne. After that, the people of my husband's region - the North, they called it - named him King, and rebelled against the throne. Robb, that was my husband's name. He amassed his army and fought to get to the capital, to save his sisters, who were being held captive there. But the Lannisters conspired, and bribed, and they killed him."
She stopped to take several deep breaths. The pain of losing him was still so fresh.
"I fled as soon as word reached me. I knew that if the Lannisters learned that... that I am carrying the King in the North's child, then they would have me killed as well." He was the first person she'd spoken the truth to. Her secret that she had carried across the ocean.
"I cannot promise you that they have not followed me. But they have other matters that are more pressing than one widow."