the anti-heroes return - kyra/baelor - aug 17 who: Kyra, Baelor where: Summerhall, their chamber when: just after they return with the body- August 17, afternoon rating: r status: closed
He stripped off his tunic before the door was even closed behind him. Wretched fucking business, the whole stinking thing. The body, the Starks, the Targaryens... all of it could go to hell. Baelor fell into one of the chairs, putting a hand over his eyes. There wasn't enough raki in the whole damn palace to get rid of this morning's memories...
Kyra slipped through the door a few moments after her husband and sighed as she saw him. She went to his chair and leaned over the back, sliding her arms around his shoulders and resting her cheek against his hair. "I heard the news, my love."
He took a deep breath as his wife's arms slipped across his bare chest. "We found her. A day or two too late, by the looks of it. Brave fucking knights we are." He put a hand over hers, and squeezed gently.
She kissed his temple. "Would rather speak of it or no? They said the body is a mess... was it truly in the forest?"
Baelor turned his head to look at her. Gods she smelled like heaven. "The woods, off by one of the streams- with this rain it would have washed her away by nightfall."
"Clever animals to leave her there." Kyra raised a brow but said nothing more on that. She kissed his lips gently and then his hair as she released him, though only enough to come around to his side.
Baelor caught her as she moved, and swept her down, onto his lap. He buried his head in her neck, kissing the curve of her shoulder and sweeping her hair back. "Genius fucking wolves they have here. But there wasn't enough left... who knows what the maester might find though."
Kyra wrapped her arms around him and held tight, glad he could not see her face at that moment. She'd seen the queen run from the body, but they said Aeria had identified it as her sister... but if Baelor's words were right, Kyra knew exactly whose body that was, and it was none of House Martell's... Had the queen lied? Was there truly not enough to recognize? Baelor hadn't, of course but then Baelor wouldn't... Which left that either the body had been switched, or their princess was damn well still missing. She smiled faintly and let her lips brush the edge of Baelor's ear, teasing, as she whispered that she loved him. Where in all the world was the Dornish princess, one had to wonder...