Otto grunted as he pushed her skirts a little higher, using his hand to force her flat to his desk, before gripping tighter to her hips and pulling her back to him. The sound of her moans making his desire to thrust fast and venture deeper inside her, all the greater.

A part of him didn't believe that he should be doing this, didn't want to do this; she was only three or four name days older than his own daughter for goodness' sake. But when she had been sent to Kings Landing to learn more of courtly ways, his eyes had fallen on her; and despite a part of him feeling as though he was betraying the memory of his wife, Alyrie, Otto knew that she was dead and would not be returning to him. And even though he liked it to be known that his faith in the Seven sustained him; even though he liked it to be believed that he was above the base desires and needs of other men.........the fact was that he was just that.......a man; with the same inherent weaknesses as any other man. The desire to have her, overriding any sane and sensible notions. The need to feel wanted, to be loved by someone, especially one as young and beautiful as she was, breaking down the façade that he had built around himself over the years. The sight of her, as she walked in the gardens, taking his breath away; the blooms of the flowers paling in comparison, next to her beauty. Yet he had always thought that she could never look at him in such a way in return; that one as sweet and kind as her, would seek out a younger man that was not so set in his ways and did not have the reputation that he had. And it was one thing for the King to take a young bride; his daughter Alicent now queen and already pregnant with her first child.......but him.......? He had his status, his own name as well as that of his House to think of; but no matter how much he tried to avoid her, to work every hour so that his mind was filled with things other than her, the wall that he had built up around his heart, had come crashing down that night; the night of the celebration for Viserys' name day.

He would admit that he had had one or two more glasses of wine than he would normally at such an affair; Otto usually taking that kind of opportunity to watch people, to see who was with who, and whom, out of those present, may be acting in ways that they would not normally. But that night......that night he had only had eyes for her, and the more that she had laughed with the young men; the more that she had accepted their invitation to dance, the more he had drunk and the angrier he had got. The Hand of the King wanting nothing more than to make his way through the crowds and grab her from the arms of those undeserving boys. To take her up into his own arms and carry her away. Yet he knew that he could not do such a thing. So, there he sat, not hearing a word of the conversations around him, stewing his own bitterness, his own anger and his own impotence. His grip on his glass getting tighter, as her laughter continued to ring out. It appearing far louder to him than it actually was; that for some reason, the Seven had chosen this exquisite creature........this goddess in human form, to test him.......to punish him. Otto doing his best to tell himself over and over again that he was above this; that his desires, his thoughts of her, were just a passing fancy. A foolish infatuation. Yet when she had finally excused herself for the evening, something inside him had forced him to his feet. Had made him follow her to her rooms. Otto standing in the shadows as she moved through the door. His mind imagining her maids removing her gown; of them washing her body and releasing her hair from its intricate braid. Of them finally dressing her in a simple shift, before leaving her to sleep. The thought of her naked body, of the warm water caressing her skin, making him moan; cursing at the twitch in his breeches, as his cock grew ever harder. The Hand not realising how long he had been standing there, until her maids left the room. His green eyes watching them as they disappeared into the gloom of the long corridor. The lord not able to take the screams of his desires any longer. Otto quickly making his way over to her room; his hand knocking at the door. His eyes widening as it opened to reveal her; her form cover by nothing but a sheet from the bed. A smile coming to his lips as he stepped forward and she moved back. Otto closing the door behind him and locking it. The next he knew, she was sat atop him; his hands kneading at her breasts, as he watched his cock disappear into her, over and over again, until he could hold back no longer. His seed spilling insider her as she herself came around him.

"(Y/n)............" Otto grunted out. His thrusts becoming sloppier as his high approached. Her hands gripping tightly to the other side of his desk as her legs began to give way. Unable to stop herself from calling out, as the knots in her stomach began to unravel. One more firm push sending her careening over the edge of pleasure. His name leaving her lips over and over again, as she felt him cum with her; his warmth filling her insides.

"Marry me...........?" He said, as he lay his chest against her back; his lips ghosting over her ear. It a question that he thought he would never ask another woman; but how could he not ask it of a woman such as this.

"Otto............?"

"No, (Y/n)......I want nothing more than this. Nothing more than you. It is only right that I make you, my wife. You have given me more pleasure, more joy and more love in these past months, than I have known in a long time. It the least I can do for you.........." He interjected, knowing that she would object. The lady always concerned for him and reputation; always concerned about anything that may affect him. Otto placing his hand on her cheek, as she rose and turned to look at him. The Hand sure that no one would believe that he was capable of such tenderness. Such vulnerability. Yet here he was, a lovesick fool, laid bare; waiting for an answer from a woman, that in truth, he probably didn't deserve.

"Yes........yes, Otto. I will marry you........" She finally replied. Her heart beating faster, as he smiled at her, before pulling her to him for a kiss. His brows furrowing as she pulled away, before pushing him back into his chair. (Y/n) placing a kiss to forehead, before lowering herself to her knees and pushing open his legs. A smile coming to her lips, as his head dropped back, and she took him into her mouth. This the least she could do for her husband to be.