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She laughed a little too loudly.
"Be quiet," he whispered before returning his attention to her neck. Then a few moments later, he said, "Elia, do you want the entire castle to hear us?"
Elia grinned at him. "I told you I was ticklish there. Besides, we're alone."
"The walls have ears," he cautioned before finally smiling.
"Do they?" Elia said lightly. She kissed him. "Do they have eyes too?"
"Elia."
"We might already have an audience, my love. No need for caution. We should, instead, show them how happy we make each other."
Oswell bit her collarbone. "You know this is treason. Should your husband see us-"
"So you're saying he doesn't already know? The eyes and ears in the walls haven't sent word to him? I suppose that means we've been so careful so far." She kissed him slowly as though she was savoring every moment. "The castle is largely empty, Oswell. There's nothing to fear."
Oswell had grey eyes that usually lit up with mirth from a joke only he knew but now they were dark with worry. "We can afford to be more careful."
"My brother is master of whispers and I promise you he's not in a hurry to let Rhaegar know," she told him while peppering kisses on his chest. "Anyone spiteful enough to try and plant spies in the castle has already been taken care of."
"Someone could come back early-"
"And for some reason decide to go to one of the smaller libraries, hidden at the back of the Red Keep?" Elia raised an eyebrow.
Oswell felt foolish. "I don't want him to know I've been betraying him."
"Well," Elia laid back down on the pile of blankets they're lying on, "I want to be loud. I want to scream when you take me." She dragged a nail down to his left nipple and pinched it lightly. "I've been waiting for this for days now, ever since I convinced him to take a hunting party to the kingswood. Don't make me wait any longer."
Oswell looked down at her. She was strikingly beautiful with thick, dark hair, black eyes, high cheekbones, and the prettiest set of lips he's ever seen. He knew what she was saying. Choose between my body and Rhaegar's trust.
Oswell bent down and licked at her neck. When she squealed, he didn't tell her to quiet down. Instead, he went to work trying to get her to make as many different sounds as possible. His favorite was when she soundlessly sobbed when he made her come the fourth time.