Chapter 7.5- The Seadragon's Roar

“Good. Now let’s go to bed. Lord Tarth will be expecting us first thing tomorrow” he said and began to march off to his own tent. At the same time, I retreated in the opposite direction and began to make my way to Igneel. Thankfully, Borros was yet to mention enforcing the tradition of Knights and their Squires sleeping in the same tent. Part of me was certain that at least a good portion of that tradition had been sexual in nature. I mean, in canon, Loras had squired under really, and that wasn’t the only thing he ended up doing under the Baratheon Lord. Thankfully, this one was not keen to follow in his descendant’s footsteps— could I even say that? Since Renly didn’t exist yet, it was more like Borros wasn’t setting an example for Renly to follow. Whatever it was, my Knight wasn’t trying to fuck me and wasn’t that just a weird sentence to think.

I trudged over to Igneel’s chosen roost for the night and delighted in the warm air that surrounded him He infused the air with warmth with wash breath of his and banished the chill of the Stormland night with his very presence.

“Yes, yes. I know. You want to burn him. But as I’ve told you a million times, that would be the kind of drastic reaction that gets us a bad rep” I said with a smile as I walked over to him and began to rub his scales. He grunted against my side and I earned against him, allowing his tail to push me towards his side where I began taken off my soaked clothes. I still had to wash Borros’ cloak but that was easy enough. After the first few nights, it had begun to resist attempts to return it to its gleaming gold and was now a vaguely sick-looking shade of brown. He was yet to complain— probably not sure there was any chance I could have done better. Even a professional washerwoman would have had issues doing it. At least that was what I bribed all the camp followers to tell him when he asked.

I fetched some rainwater in a bucket then dumped Borros cloak in it. Next, I took some of the soap— or the sludge that passed for soap in this world and added it to the bucket and the cloak. Then I left it there and went back to Igneel to prepare for bed If Borros could fuck with me at will, then I could fuck with him just as surely. I just had to be careful about how I did it. Most of the Kingdoms served the Seven, and the relationship between a Knight and his Squire was sacred. Literally every book— even the book of the Stranger had something to say about the relationship. When I woke up, I’d wring it out and take it to him. Smelling of soap, but not much cleaner.

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If there was one thing Borros did better than Manfred, it was training funny enough. He was a better fighter than the man literally given the title of Master-at-arms and that meant that whether he intended it or not, I was getting better faster than I ever had. In our first spar, he’d knocked me on my arse in less than a minute. Now it took him closer to five to outpower or outmanoever me enough to get the victory, and while I hadn’t yet gotten to the level where I could do much more than ward off an inevitable defeat, that was only a matter of time.