Recent content by Lynus Anireth

Lynus had never loved anything more than hearing Isla laugh. Not the thunder of victory in tournaments, not the crashing waves beyond the cliffs of his childhood, not even the most beautiful music she played for him. That sound, her laughter, had carved out a new life in his chest since the day...

Lynus chuckled low in his throat, the sound muffled slightly by her hair. His arm instinctively tightened around her waist, steadying her. “I won’t let you fall, love,” he murmured, voice quiet and sure. His chest rose and fell with a sigh, tension easing out of his shoulders now that laughter...

Lynus grinned the moment she leaned back with that wicked little whisper, and without missing a beat, he dipped his head and nipped lightly at her neck, teeth grazing just beneath her ear. “That so?” he murmured against her skin, a teasing growl in his voice. “You’re going to be the death of...

Lynus couldn’t help but laugh. The weight of tension, fear, and fury broke open with it, leaving only breathless exhilaration behind. His arms tightened around Isla as Onyx thundered down the road, his chin resting briefly on her shoulder. “Lunatics,” he echoed with a grin, pressing a kiss to...

Lynus’s eyes lit up the moment he saw Onyx standing ready. Relief and fondness washed over his face like sunlight breaking through stormclouds. “There you are, old man,” he murmured as he reached out, brushing his hand along the sleek black muzzle. Onyx snorted softly, the stallion’s ears...

Lynus watched her move with a tightness in his chest, that familiar ache of wanting to take all her fear, all her weight, and carry it for her. He reached for her gently, his arms wrapping around her, caging her from it all. “Hey…” he said softly, his voice calm and low. “Just breathe...

Lynus took the cue to sit beside Isla, slipping his arm around her and drawing her in against his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Oban does sound nice,” he murmured, voice low. “It’s about two months ride, maybe a little less.” He glanced at Duke sprawled by the hearth, then...

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead again, softer this time, then reluctantly let her go, giving her the space she needed. With a soft sigh, he pulled a shirt over his head and made his way into the sitting room, raking a hand through his hair as he prepared himself for whatever mess...

Lynus didn’t move. Not at first. He sat there, jaw clenched, body tense, the muscles in his back tight as a bowstring. He hadn’t even registered Isla’s tone at first—he was too focused on Arryn, on the intrusion and the rage he felt at his father for having him hunted down like an animal. But...

Lynus’ breath was still shallow as he lay beside Isla, her warmth pressed against his chest, the scent of her tangled in the linen and sunk into his skin. For the past few days, the world had narrowed to this—just her and him, locked in their own quiet realm of affection and abandon. He had...

Lynus’ breath hitched as Isla’s fingers traced the bare skin of his hips, slow and teasing, her touch igniting something deep and primal within him. His eyes burned with a hunger that was barely restrained, his hands settling over hers, stilling her deliberate movements just for a moment. "Not...

Lynus tilted his head slightly, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he swirled the cider in his goblet. He knew what she was really asking. She wasn’t just inquiring about logistics—she was searching for reassurance, for some sense of permanence in a world that had never given her...

Lynus had been watching her—quietly, reverently—ever since they stepped inside. He saw the way her shoulders finally loosened, how the tension that had held her so tightly for weeks seemed to melt in the warmth of the manor. The way she breathed deeply, as if drinking in the very air itself, as...

Lynus led Isla through the grand entrance, his fingers laced securely with hers. The manor greeted them like an old friend—warm, inviting, utterly unlike the cold, stifling walls of the Keep. Here, the hearths crackled with welcoming flames, their glow flickering against polished wood and gilded...

Lynus let out a low, rough laugh, though there was something wistful in the way he traced slow circles over the back of her hand with his thumb. He tilted his head, considering her words as though they were a real possibility—because, for a moment, they could be. "A little village by the...