Chapter 227

He picked up the call and Lyra's face came in the mirror. She stared at them for a long moment before she chuckled to herself.

"This is the fourth time I've called you while you're having sex." She said once the chuckles subsided "By now I'm starting to wonder if you're doing it just to make me jealous."

"Believe me Lyra." he said "I'm also starting to wonder if you are trying to cockblock me whenever I get me some pussy." He said as he put two fingers inside Ygritte's wet and warm cunt and got a moan from her.

Lyra looked at the scene in silence for a long moment as he fingered Ygritte before she shook her head.

"Just wanted you to know that King Robert arrived in Winterfell yesterday."

"You already told us about that." Ygritte said and bit her lip to stop herself from let out yet another moan.

"Yes, well. You might be a little more interested in what happened next."

"What happened next?" he asked between sucking and biting Ygritte's nipples.

Lyra's breath hitched at the scene and her hand went downward before she started to breath heavily as well "King Robert… he gave the… he gave the position of the Hand of the king to… mhh… to Lord Stark."

"I see." He said and frowned. "We expected this. Did Lord Stark accept."

"No." Lyra said in a breathy moan and even Ygritte stopped for a moment to stare at the woman who was masturbating through the mirror "Don't stop on my account."

He smiled and used the thumb of his other hand to circle Ygritte's virgin rosebud.

"He didn't… accept it." She said. "The king was not happy but he… he accepted his friend's decision."

"Then…" he said.

"Then, then… yes… that night the King announced Sansa's betrothal to his son Joffrey Baratheon."

He stopped at once and stared at the girl seriously "Joffrey Baratheon and not Tommen. Are you sure?"

The wanton woman nodded, her cheeks flushed with arousal "Yes. Even Lord and Lady Stark seemed shocked by this news. It seems like the King didn't discuss this matter with Lord Stark."

"Maybe he feared another rejection." Ygritte said as she playfully took one of his finger and gently put it inside her tight rosebud, smirking at him all the while.

"Maybe he did." He said and slowly stared to finger her arsehole.

On the other side of the mirror, Lyra's hands stared to move faster and faster.

"Yeah… Yeah…" Lyra moaned and then her whole body shuddered and her eyes went up in her sockets for a long moment before she let out another moan and slumped, her breathing heavy as sweat beads formed above her brow.

"My spies told me that they later heard Lord Stark and the King fighting about this." She said in a slightly exhausted voice "In the end, King Robert used his authority as a King and that made Lord Stark shut up. I think Lord Stark don't like the King so much anymore."

"I think so too." Ygritte moan as he put yet another finger inside her arsehole. It was a tight fit but they made do.

"Anything else Lyra?" he asked.

"Hmm… yeah. Lord Stark sent two message by ravens. One to apologize to you for the broken betrothal as explaining how the King forced the betrothal upon him and the other asking you to come to Winterfell with the Ice Sword. He says that just sending the Ice Sword will do as well and you don't need to come if you don't want to,"

Ygritte stroked his cock a few more times before she asked "Will you go?"

He frowned as he thought about Sansa being betrothed to the cunt Joffrey. He wondered what changed and why King Robert didn't choose Tommen.

Did he really wanted to make Sansa a Queen so much that he wouldn't even care for his friendship with his best friend. Perhaps he was trying to atone for Lyanna's death by making a Stark girl a queen once and for all?

He'll find out the next time he meets the King. But for now��

"I'll talk to you later Lyra." He said as he removed Ygritte's hands from his cock and put it against her wet cunt.

"Later then" Lyra said with longing as he cut the connection and pushed himself inside Ygritte's warm and welcoming folds.