'The Strength of the Wolf maybe the pack, but the lone wolf is certainly the baddest one. And the Dragons who made him one will feel the wrath of the Lone Wolf.'
The Rebellion never happened and Rhaegar Targaryen rules the Seven Kingdoms with his ri...
Joy chuckled at that. "You really do love me," she said placing a kiss at his cheek. "All I asked was a single question and you'll make all of it happen."
"Aye, I do," Andrew kissed her lips and then her wrist and palm.
He loved her, that much was sure for him. They shared the same bed every night, and he went to sleep with her head against his chest and her golden hair tickling his chin. The smell of her had become a part of him. Her beautiful face, the feel of her breast when he cupped it in his hand, the taste of her mouth . . . they were his joy. Many a night he lay with Joy warm beside him, wondering if it was even possible for him to have a family, especially with her.
She was too sweet and good to bring her into his life. He was a wanted assassin who plays with death with nothing to lose. Joy deserved better than him, better than this red slaughter he had as a life. But no matter how hard he tried he could not bring himself away from her.
"We should probably get up," she said, and sat upon the bed, "You said you want to go meet your friends."
"Yes," Andrew said and got away from the bed. It was past time he visited Illola and the girls. Illola should probably be worried sick by now with all the rumors claiming him dead.
"I could prepare you a hot bath."
Andrew looked at Joy smiling. "I had thought to share a bath with you."
Joy punched his arm. "Not now, my royal wolf."
"As you say, my sweet lioness," he teased. "Is that because if we shared the bath we won't be able to meet them?"
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"Oh, shut up, Andrew Stark," Joy told him putting on her nightgown. "It is you who can't keep your paws off of me."
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"My paws?" Andrew chuckled. He caught her wrist and pulled her against him. "But you love to have my paws on you." He kissed her fully on her mouth. Joy deepened the kiss and pulled away from him before he could bring her to the bed. She left him to prepare their bath.
Joy was already dressed by the time he came back from the bath. She was so excited to meet some new people from his life especially the ones who had raised him. It only took little time for Andrew to put on his clothing.
