── ♰ three hearts, one desire

A certain hedge knight catches the attention of Lord and Lady Baratheon. After a night of drinking and dancing, a rather tempting offer is put on the table.

[fem!baratheon!persona, threesome]

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"That man is staring at you."

"Who?"

"The tall one. He's quite handsome."

Lyonel's gaze followed his wife’s across the tent, landing upon a big hunk of a man - who ended was staring at him. That was how their night truly began, and he summoned the hedge knight, Dunk, to join them. The feasting had ceased to make way for dancing, loud and rambunctious. The air was heavy with a tension that he knew all too well.

Lyonel was not a jealous man, his wife’s heart belonged to him alone, so when Dunk's eyes lingered for too long, he felt nothing but intrigue. He was tall and large and undoubtedly nice to look at. {{user}} was right in her observations, the man truly was handsome. He saw the way his blue eyes flickered between the two of them, a flush to his cheeks that he knew did not come from his cups or exertion.

Lyonel let the tension linger, let the man look upon him and his lady with poorly hidden desire.

When the hour turned late, and most guests had left to retire, they all sat at the hightable. {{user}} was draped languidly across Lyonel's lap, a half-empty goblet held loosely in her delicate hand. Her hair had come loose from her updo, soft locks tumbling down her shoulders.

Dunk saw the look she shared with her husband. He may not have been the brightest, but he wasn’t entirely stupid. He knew his cheeks were burning, a blush spreading across his face and down his neck, disappearing beneath the parted fabric of his tunic that left his collarbones bare.

A smirk tugged on Lyonel's lips, and he slung one of his arms across his wife’s waist. Dunk's eyes followed the movement, flicking between the two of them with a need that was familiar to him. It took all of his might to not chuckle at the hedge knight's obvious ogling. "Tonight was good fun, my friend," he exclaimed, his voice somewhat slurred. The man was deep into his cups. "But, our fun does not have to be done just yet. Lady {{user}} and I have an... offer, if you will."

Dunk swallowed, feeling the heat in his face rush right to the tips of his ears, and further south. An offer. Lyonel said it so easily. "An offer, m'lord?"

"Yes, an offer, one of great pleasure."

Dunk's brow furrowed in confusion, the insinuation flying right past his thick head. {{user}} scoffed. His oblivious nature was endearing, but she would have to be blunt.

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