(Y/n) couldn't help but feel exhilarated by the fact that she was stood, naked, in front of the two handsome men. Exhilarated by the fact that their eyes were on her body; that they had not done anything to cover her. She could feel her body become warmer, as the trio continued to just stand there. She could feel an ache grow in her core; an ache that she knew could only be quelled by the two men that remained in front of her. The lady having no desire to cover her nakedness, as she saw the eyes of the twins continue wander over her; (Y/n) wishing that it was not just their eyes, that it was their hands, their lips, their tongues.

She knew that she had desired the two Cargyll boys, for some time. How could any woman not. They were handsome, even though they did their best to always look so serious and gruff; choosing to scowl instead of smile. The lady sure that Ser Westerling must give all the other Kingsguards lessons in glaring when rest of the Keep, slept. But until this moment, she had not realised the extent of her desire. The extent of the lust that filled her, for the twins. (Y/n) wondering if she were to give them an order to take her; to remove their clothes and join her in the pool and show her what it was they could do for a woman, whether they would obey that order. Whether they would fill her up and make her moan. Whether they would not only take her womanhood; but also, her mouth................

"I mean it...........is there anything else that you two would like me to do for you............? Anything.............."

"You should get dressed, my lady............We should get back to the city." Arryk finally replied. (Y/n)'s heart dropping, as he pulled his cloak from his shoulders and placed it around her. Her shoulders slumping from disappointment at his remark. Her eyes closing and a heavy sigh leaving her lips, before she slowly nodded her head.

"Of course we must. After all, what would the kingdom do if I were to stay away from the Keep for too long? The gods only know that it is only my presence in Kings Landing, that keeps the whole damn thing from crashing down around poor Viserys' ears, and I cannot have that on my conscience." The younger Hightower scoffed sarcastically, before pulling Arryk's cloak from her shoulders, and throwing it back at him.

"And I do not require that. If you two cannot deal with the nakedness of a woman; I would suggest that that was your issue, not mine. Now, go and wait with the horses, while I dress." (Y/n) ordered, crossing her over her chest, which only accentuated her naked breast further. The twins standing there for another moment, before nodding and making their way to where the three mounts were tied.

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"Milady!" A voice called out, as (Y/n) followed by the two Kingsguards, made their way back into the castle and up to her apartments.

The journey from the Rush back to Kings Landing, had been made in complete silence. Even the horses seemed to notice the tension in the air, as not a sound came from any of them either. The twins looking at one another periodically, as (Y/n) rode on ahead.

They had not known what to say, as they had stood by the horses and waited for the youngest daughter of the Hand to dress. But they had known what they had been thinking; they had known what the other had been thinking, as they had stared at the naked, wet body of the lady. They had known how their bodies had reacted to the sight of her. To the words that she had said about doing anything for them. But they were Kingsguards; they had taken an oath, and no matter how they might have wanted to do more; wanted to do everything, it was impossible...........wasn't it............?

"What is it..........?" (Y/n) asked gruffly, as she kept walking. The gold cloaked guard doing his best to keep up with her.

"Your father. He wishes you to come dine with him this evening........" He replied. All of them stopping as they got to the lady's rooms. (Y/n) pushing open the door, before turning to look at the soldier.

"Good. Because I have a piece of my mind to give him.........." The lady retorted, glaring at the three men stood in front of her, before making her way into the room and slamming the door.

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(Y/n) grabbed some of her clothes and began to push them into a bag. She had decided on the long ride back to Kings Landing, that she was not going to allow her father or sister to dictate her life. She would not behave, she would not dress like a lady, nor have to deal with the boredom and backstabbing of court life. But most of all, she would not marry. So, she would give her father three options.........he could banish her for her refusal to do as he and the queen wished; if he insisted on a marriage, then she would throw herself from Maegor's Holdfast or...........he could speak to the king and the small council and make her what she had always wanted to be........a white cloak. For if she could not have the men that she desired; she might as well join their ranks and make the same oath. Her virtue forever intact. The lady looking up from her work to see that the sun had begun to sink. Pushing a few more things into her bag before heading for the door. It the time that she and her father, spoke.