Sansa flinched, a painful crimson flush creeping up her neck. She scrambled to sit up, though her legs felt like water, keeping her gaze fixed on her lap. "I... I am sorry, Alaric," she whispered, her voice a ragged thread.
"For what?"
"The noise," she breathed, her fingers twisting nervously in the damp furs. "I was meant to be quiet. Someone could have been at the door. I tried... I truly tried to hold it back."
He reached out, his hand moving with a slow deliberation. Instead of a harsh grip, he cupped her breast, his palm heavy and warm. He squeezed gently, his thumb brushing the sensitive peak. He leaned forward, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to her forehead to settle her nerves.
"Forget it, Sansa," he murmured. "You worry too much. It wasn't that loud. I doubt anyone in the hall heard so much as a whisper."
He pulled back, offering a small, mocking smirk that carried the weight of absolute confidence. "You were perfect. Don't let the fear of some imaginary guard ruin the memory of what you gave me."
Sansa let out a long, shuddering breath, her tension finally bleeding away. She leaned her head against his shoulder. "If you are sure... I just lost myself. I've never been so loud."
"I'm sure," he said firmly.
Internally, Alaric felt a surge of grim amusement. If not for the barrier, the "Little Dove" would be the talk of the Seven Kingdoms by breakfast. The Kingsguard, the servants, even Varys's spies—they would have heard every wet impact of his cock hitting her ass and every ragged scream of her surrender as he pounded her pussy raw.
As she drifted into a heavy, dreamless sleep against his chest, Alaric realized he had pushed her to her absolute limit. He wasn't about to let his princess wake up in the grime of their marathon.
System, he thought, his gaze narrowing. Clean the room. Clean me and her also.
The blue interface flared in his mind, deducting the points as a faint, golden shimmer rippled through the chamber. In an instant, the musky scent of passion vanished, replaced by the biting clarity of morning frost and lavender. The stained furs snapped back into a perfect, smooth state; the rumpled silks were replaced by fresh linens.
The magic washed over Sansa as well, evaporating the sweat and the thick coating of his cum from her thighs and stomach, leaving her skin soft and dry. Alaric felt the same cold pulse strip away the dried fluids and scent of her pussy from his skin, leaving him restored.
[Utility Protocol: Room Restoration]: Cost 1 MP. Complete molecular restoration of fabrics and neutralization of scents.
[Utility Protocol: Personal Hygiene (Target: Sansa Stark)]: Cost 1 MP. Removal of biological fluids (semen, sweat, vaginal lubrication) and restoration of skin comfort.
[Utility Protocol: Personal Hygiene (Host: Alaric Thorne)]: Cost 1 MP. Removal of sweat and fluids.
He stood from the bed, his movements silent and powerful. He took a final look at Sansa; her face was peaceful, the restoration having smoothed away the salt of her tears and the flush of her exhaustion. The room was now a masterpiece of deception.
He pulled on his boots and adjusted his tunic. Alaric slipped out the door, his enhanced senses already mapping the empty corridors of the Keep.
...
Alaric sat heavily in the deep oak chair of his quarter – the silence of the chambers was the antithesis of the frenetic pace within the tower at the Hand – but gradually steadied his breathing. His discomfort was dwarfed by the blue glow of the interface that lingered in front of his eyes.
He checked his balance, which was currently: 4,932
"The little dove" had become a plump investment. notifications passed by one after another.
Sovereign Bond Updated
Target: Sansa Stark
Bond Status: Level 2 (Deeply Bound)
Context: Absolute physical and spiritual submission achieved.
Reward: +4,000 Monarch Points
Additional Rewards
-Ability: Venom-Purge / Absolute Toxicity Immunity
Effect: Your blood will have been chemically altered to neutralize instantly any foreign toxins, biological agents, or sedatives. It matters little if they are smuggled in with wine or with a poisoned dagger.
Unique Passive: Monarch's Shared Vitality
Context: Given the strength of bonding with Sansa Stark, your genetic status is now tied to hers.
Shared Effect: Your Poison Immunity now permanently shares with Sansa. Any attempts made to poison her will fail. She, as you, is now untouchable.
A slow and smile spread across Alaric's face.
In the city where the most commonly used weapon was the single drop of Lysian tears in the chalice, Alaric had just rendered the Lannisters' preferred ploy useless.
Morning light was creeping in when he finally got up.
After Some hours of resting he got up.
He almost forgot today is Hands Tourney and how can sansa be absent in her own's father's celebration
He moved through the castle, then through the Red Keep, to stand before Sansa's door, his hand striking a sharp, rhythmic knock upon the wood. No sound stirred in response to it. He knew she was likely asleep, so he worked the iron latch quietly, his hand a practiced motion as he produced a soft, faint click from the door.
The air still had a light scent of mountain breeze and lavender from the System's renovation. Sansa sprawled across the silks. Copper hair surrounded her head like a halo among the cushions. She hadn't moved since he left.
Alaric moved softly across the floor and settled himself beside her on the edge of the mattress. It buckled underneath him. He leaned closer and traced her jaw line with his thumb as he tried to wake her up.