ASOIAF: The Red Lion and the Crazy Child

The days at camp were slowly passing, there was no significant change in the resolution of the siege. Ser Jaime gave the order to build siege weapons and men were busy with that. Gwayne had a different assignment, he wasn't any builder. — it'll be dawn soon — said Gwayne, yawning while looking at the walls ahead. The men out there were agitating in their tents, most of Gwayne's men were working in the siege towers. He yawned again. – Can you stand? — asked Daeron, with a mock smile on his face. – Mr. Jaime is demanding too much of us. — Maybe — He said Gwayne -- but it's good to be useful, even though the work is extensive. I confess that defending the camp of enemy incursions is nice and I always want to be by your side in battle, in battle, only that. — he laughed. — could have left me out of the rest, we searched the woods all night.

Gwayne laughed. — Don't be so fidalgo, Daeron. But on the other hand, not even Gwayne liked that function. Lord Piper was attacking Jaime's forraggers and last night dared to make a foolish investment against our camp. It was easily repelled by Jaime's cavalry, which they were invited to participate. Lord Piper left 40 of his men dead on the floor the other night, barely managed to escape and Gwayne wondered how many more men Lord Piper would lose in his stupid attempts to disturb our supply lines and our batters.

After the short battle, Lord Roland ordered a group of knights to search for enemies in the forest, collect bodies and play the role of a batter. Gwayne went very far, into the forest north with Daeron. They found no sign of living enemies, Piper left his wounded behind. Gwayne found at least two fallen in a huge clearing in the woods. They had a miserable appearance. - This one was hit in the belly. - Daeron said, poking the body with the spear. - This younger one was hit with an apple on the shoulder.

- Let's go. This time it was Daeron who yawned. Gwayne laughed. They got off the horse near the tent, Daeron soon ran to prepare something for them to eat. He threw two eggs in a rustic iron pot, then bacon and dry bread at the bonfire while a weak rain falls slowly. — I'll be back soon — where are you going? — asked Daeron, cutting a thick piece of cheese. — I'll report what we found and be right back. Gwayne walked the narrow streets that formed between the huts and the cartmean cloth tents. It didn't take long to get to the big pavilion of the important gentlemen. Gwayne found the other knights involved in the search, made his report to one of them who would inform Lord Roland later, he still hasn't woken up.

Gwayne reported the find, two dead swordsman, and the position where they were meeting. Then he returned to Vikary camp, and the smell was giving away from the others who were near. A real food smell. Ser Lymond sent the proper supplies of D'oro Bosque, the fertile and productive land has its advantages. But in the rest of the camp the meal was simple, the Lannisters cared reasonably well of provisions, had always soaked with plenty of potatoes, carrot, onion and it wasn't rare to find some pieces of meat, besides porridge during the day. They sat on a tree down near the fire.

He observed Daeron that he had bit the egg by making the gem run down his chin and then by his hand, in his desperate attempt to stop the gem from running, licked it. Somehow he seemed like a cat cleaning up. Gwayne laughed. – What are you laughing at! — exclamated Daeron, and untied laughing together. "It's too beautiful for your own good." It was a thought that ran a lot by your head, and it made Gwayne worried. Your grandfather told you camp stories in moments of war, in Pike's rebellion, for example, said there was an incident with a camping boy was made of a woman and that almost caused a revolt between Lord Rowan's men and the rest of the army. He didn't get to the point of getting into guns, but he came close. — hey, always stay close to me. — said he, stares at Daeron, not walk alone through camp. — My grandfather told me some stories, men saw animals when they're away from the ordinary things. — asked Daeron, with the confusing face.

– Like food, woman, and other things. They might even confuse a dornes with a Western, in the dark makes no difference. - Gwayne laughed in a dark way.

- Do what I say, don't wander around. — said Gwayne, with the firm voice, while watching Riverrun. – said Daeron, while throwing a stone away. – I don't wander around anyway. — he laughed.

In Riverrun's plums, while the first morning light arrived, the soldiers walked through the plums and towers, yawning and finishing their shifts. — think the siege will take too long, — I hope not, I want to go back home and think about what I'm gonna do after all that, I don't want to do after all that, I think I'm not be a good blacksmom, and on the two tours with him. — and on the day, I hope that it's gonna last a lot longer, and on the dayne, — I hope it's not, I want to go back home and think I'm gonna be a bigger army, and I hope it's gonna be a bigger army, and I hope not, I want to go back home and think I'm gonna do after that, I want to go back to the first morning, and I want to go back, the soldiers would go back home and think about what I'm gonna do after that, I don't want to go back home and think about what I'm gonna do after that, and think about it, the soldiers were walking by the first morning, soldiers walked through the blueberry, the soldiers walked through the first morning, soldiers were walking through the first morning, soldiers were walking, the soldiers were walking through the blue morning, soldiers were walking, the soldiers walked through the blueberry, the soldiers walked through - I'm not that excited to go on another tour.

Gwayne looked at him. Daeron, you want to be my squire? Daeron's gone rogue. Of course! daeron said, with the enthusiastic voice, for the seven... even the tiredness of my body disappeared. Always stay close, as a good squire must do. Gwayne said. They observed a agitation towards the center of the camp, Ser Jaime taking Edmure Tully back to the ceiling, he did that many times, so far none of them worked. – They don't care if your Lord lives or dies. – observed Daeron. – the damn ones could surrender at once. "if they surrender, would we win a room at the castle?" he murmured Daeron to Gwayne.

Maybe if my squire behaves properly and sharpen my sword right now, and then prepare my bath, hot! "They probably wouldn't give us a room, there's many gentlemen and renowned knights here, — thought Gwayne. —You probably didn't give a room for us, ""They have many gentlemen"" -- —You thought Gwayne, biting a piece of bread in Gwayne. —The part of the bath." - Yes, I know! Daeron said, with a smile on his face. - I'll sharpen the sword now, and then the bath.

I'm telling the truth, Ser Desmond told me the story of Duncan and Prince Aegon who was his squire, the prince himself prepared his bath. – said Gwayne, laughing. – All right! i'll warm up his water - he said, in a excited way getting up. Daeron ordered some of the soldiers to break an empty wine barrel in half and take the tent, then fill it with river water. Gwayne looked curious. — cold water from the river? — did you ask him outraged. – yes, it'll take a long time to heat up a lot of water. i have an idea. - said daeron. Later, Gwayne got into the tent and Daeron was waiting for him sitting on the edge of the bed. - What are you waiting for, take off that clothes and come in at once!

Gwayne laughed and obeyed, taking off her clothes slow. So, he got into the tub that was at a nice temperature, but it was more cold than it was hot. Gwayne looked at him with semicerated eyes. Daeron approached and took a pot with hot water and was slowly dumping it into the water. Gwayne laughed. - Good idea. Daeron threw him a piece of cloth and soap. – when it cools down more you let me know. — Daeron, there's room for both of us here. It's a very big barrel. — I thought I'd have to sleep dirty, my Ser. — he laughed while taking off his shirt and his shorts.— revealing a thin furugage in his limb. So, he went in. - What are you thinking about, Gwayne? - I'm thinking of my fellow Gudrun. My other family. Brianna and Wulf, your daughters and puppies. — answered him. — Tell me more about your time there in these — Said Daeron, while rubbing the thirts with the soap. — We didn't stay in Essos like I told you earlier, Gudrun are almost Hightower vassals, even have a small territory and port inside the old village. — — Saidly and also from the twins with Brianna and Wulf. — We didn't stay in Essosa like I told you before, Gudrun are almost Hightower's, even have a small territory and port inside the old village, especially from Brianna and Wulf. Gwayne climbed his head on wood and got thoughtful. Some days passed without anything happening, news of Lord Tywin's campaign arrived, say they won all landlords to Harrenhal.

Meanwhile, Ser Jaime gave up threatening Edmure and passed the other person the task, gave himself another goal, defeating the other castles around. Gwayne participated in the investment against Raventree hall, the Blackwoods opened the gates after seeing they couldn't win.

But it wasn't Lord Blackwood who received Jaime and the other gentlemen, it was Brynden Blackwood's son that Esgsvs now defending Riverrun. Gwayne observed the boy from afar, entered the castle with Jaime and his men. Jaime complained about the boy's cowardice and said maybe the Bracken will fight. The boy seemed to have been offended by the comment, and Jaime gave a smile of disdain. After two weeks, Gwayne decided to leave the camp to hunt, taking only Daeron and two bows and his swords. They took a little breakfast and then they got the horses. The boys say there's a small creek not far from here, we'll hunt a deer and come back at night. – exclamated Gwayne, with a smile on his face. – did you like the plan?

- Yes, I couldn't stand staying here anymore! They left for the South of Riverrun, through a fronting woods while the sun warmed his skin, after a mile of horse riding south, they arrived to the place where weapons men mentioned a few days ago, a peculiar place in the middle of the war, with a stone creek and covered from one side of trees and the other by a lawn. The front part was viewing a plan grass field. — We'll leave the horses here. — said Gwayne, while tying them to a tree. They entered the woods quietly and hid, talked low about Lord Tywin's hospital until they heard a sign of life.

Daeron made a sign of silence and pulled the bow, shooting one of the arrows of the aljava, so he got up in jump pulling another one and Gwayne went after the shot, they heard a goose and something falling. — said he, in a proud tone, releasing a half smile on Gwayne, for Gwayne's joy, was a little hare and not a deer. Gwayne laughed. – That should be enough, let's go to the river. They left the hare on a stone and undress if to bathe. They swam in the river from one side to the other, though it wasn't deep enough to swim right, played and spent the energy that the hare would replace later. Gwayne took the moment to tell you about the dream he had the night after killing Lord Wily, told Daeron everything he heard without knowing what to say.

- We know that name is Valiriano, at least that. - Daeron said. Area Targaryen. Gwayne recovered against the stone edge and without realizing it began to stay with the enriched limb. You thought of one of the dozens of camp followers. i knew i could have one if i wanted to, but... I am promised to a lovely and lovely lady now. — what was it, Gwayne? — asked Daeron, curious without realizing the enriched limb of your friend inside the water. Gwayne looked at him, Daeron's wet hair was stuck on his pink cheek. So, you made the look at his body, the female body... Cursing his thoughts, finally said something. — he said nothing while he's out of the water. – I'll prepare hare and make the fire. Daeron went out. — Gwayne... said him, loosing smiles. Gwayne looked down and loosened a laugh. It started moving it down to see if it was down, laughed when it couldn't. – glad it's just the two of us here. – said Gwayne, laughing. Daeron left the river right after completely naked and loosened smiles and hid with his hand that got a little excited. – Let's get dressed, Daeron. – Yeah, it's getting cold. – Yes, your dick even slowed down in size... – said Daeron, smiling. Gwayne pulled him by the arm and caught him in the lap, then jumping with him in the river water.

They both fell in the laugh again. So, Gwayne pulled him close to his body. "Very close..." You thought Daeron, red face and surprised. Gwayne was petting your cheek with the huge hand full of calluses. So he smiled at Daeron. Daeron's throat closed and knoted after feeling his limb against his belly. The cold I was feeling now had almost completely gone. Gwayne took him by the waist and Daeron entwined the feathers on Gwayne's back so he wouldn't increase his stability. He started walking to the edge, where he put Daeron sitting, who soon closed his legs to hide something. Gwayne laughed and sat down next to him, with nothing to hide.

So, Daeron spoke. – Sounds anxious for your wedding day... — said he, smiling. — Yeah, I don't know. — Gwayne smiled, so waited a few minutes to get back to talk— Daeron, do you really want to be a gunner when the war ends? — I think... — I think he said, looking forward toward the relay field! Daeron looked at him.

- I want you by my side when I restore Castamere. - Gwayne laughed -- you can be a gun there. Daeron smiled. — Sounds good to me now how about making the damn hare? i'm freezing and hungry here. — said him, making a angry face. They laughed together and went to get dressed, Gwayne prepared her quickly. He learned to remove the skin of hare from Mrs. Brianna, with a single cut and a pull the animal was headless and skin. Then he made the fire quickly and put it to bake, Daeron took a nap until he was ready. Gwayne woke him up to eat and then they left for camp. They talked on the way back about not taking spices, they both forgot to take anything before leaving. And they agreed they'd do better next time, so they smiled at each other. The day had been wonderful... I brought back memories of past camps, from a long time ago when the two of them did that in gold woods. After eating they sat again on the stone to observe the wall. And then they went to bed, undressed and went to their beds. Gwayne was looking at the ceiling, remembering past memories... From when I was still a Vikary... Daeron was watching him. Gwayne looked at him, too, and he called Daeron to come to bed with him. – Remember when we were doing that when they were little? Daeron touched his hand accepting the invitation and lay on the bed. He lay his head on Gwayne's chest and turned his head up to the look. He kept looking at the ceiling, thinking. Daeron settled down to sleep, put his leg over his belly and snuggled into his body. Gwayne extended his arm behind the coast of Daeron to pull him close and touched his ass without wanting to, retreated his hand immediately as soon as he noticed, to the bottom of his back. – You can touch Daeron's back, pressing his face against Gwayne's chest. He didn't understand Daeron's speech for a few seconds, then he realized. Daeron noticed that his knight's dick was getting hard again. Tough than before, he could tell. He couldn't resist, he laid his hand wrapped around that thing and held him firmly, pulling him up and down.

Gwayne let out a low moan. So, you came down your hand to Daeron's ass. This time, grabbing her with will, holding one of the strong sides, until she left a soft redness, then slapped Daeron against her chest, releasing her hot alitum. You asked Daeron, with his voice failing. While I continued to move her hand down and up until she started making wet sounds. Then Daeron lifted his head to Gwayne and released a smile. Then he pulled his hand and slapped his face weak. — silly boy said Daeron, laughing and then both fell asleep.