Knightly Romance (NSFW, Romance, Anthro)

@LunarGhostRedMoon  
Alain hides his weapons, wouldn’t want to seem hostile decked out in swords. He cautiously approaches.

@T  
Nobody appears to be home. It still looks lived in, though.

@LunarGhostRedMoon  
I examine the place for clues but leaving the place undisturbed.

@T  
There’s a clue for him, an armed and armored pegasus mare holding a very sharp looking spear to his throat. She is exactly as Kearne described.

@LunarGhostRedMoon  
“I don’t usually have spears pointed at me, but when I do, I drink Dos Equis”. I say trying to lighten the mood.

@T  
Sylvi: Why are you here?

@LunarGhostRedMoon  
“A stallion whose heart you stole sent me to look for you”.

@T  
Sylvi: …I’ll need a better description than that.

@LunarGhostRedMoon  
You killed all his men save him, and apparently bedded him. His name is Kearne.”

@T  
Sylvi: I remember him.
 
She lowers her spear, but keeps it ready.
 
Sylvi: He spent three months of winter with me. You said I stole his heart?

@LunarGhostRedMoon  
“Indeed, his hearth is dim and bed cold as winters bony fingers. His heart has but one desire and that is you my fair Sylvi.”

@T  
She ponders his statement for a moment.
 
Sylvi: I ain’t a lady. And why should I go with you to him?

@LunarGhostRedMoon  
“Why not, we have good food and wine, soundly built homes and I’m sure we can provide something to give in payment for the time away from home”.

@T  
She pauses again.
 
Sylvi: …Alright. I’ll go to him. Why did he not come to me himself?

@LunarGhostRedMoon  
“I volunteered myself and left before he could change his mind. He doubted you even recalled who he was.”

@T  
Sylvi: Of course I do. Not many Southeners come this far North. Even less survive as long as he did. Now let’s get going. Before I change my mind.

@LunarGhostRedMoon  
“Ha, southerners! Technically anywhere I go you all are southerners as my home is at the top of the world.

@T  
She gives him an odd look.
 
Sylvi: What?

@LunarGhostRedMoon  
“I came from an island north, even beyond the icy wastes. Where one must survive a blizzard what nothing but his own wits to become a man.”

@T  
Sylvi: Alright.
 
She begins walking the way he came from, picking up a shield buried in the snow.
 
Sylvi: You coming?

@LunarGhostRedMoon  
I retrieve my blades, one elegantly crafted and etched while the other was of simple but strong make.

@T  
Many uneventful hours pass and they arrive at Kearne’s castle.

@LunarGhostRedMoon  
Alain oh so gently kicks the doors of the lords hall as I present Sylvi to an empty hall(thankfully), as you set eyes on Sylvi.

@T  
The two lock eyes as Kearne stands up from his throne, then walks a few steps closer.
 
Sylvi: Earned yourself a little lordship, did ya Whiteraven?
 
Kearne: Yes.
 
Sylvi: You must be bored as hell. You never did like anyone doing anything for you.
 
She strides forward, spear still in hand. He walks forward to meet her, his hand on his sword. They stop about a foot apart from each other.

@LunarGhostRedMoon  
“You two should kiss!” Alain bellows mischevious uncaring to the ponies trying to sleep.