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The Other Woman -- F!DB/Alvor -- 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

She couldn’t sleep.

It wasn’t that Hadvar’s tent was uncomfortable. It was a tent. It was fairly well assembled, and inside, his bedroll was actually warm and soft. It smelled like leather, and male, and that was a familiar, and fairly comforting scent. The night wasn’t too warm, and wasn’t too cold. There was nothing wrong, except that she was conflicted, and she couldn’t stop thinking.

She wanted Alvor.

She hated Sigrid.

She liked the rest of his family—mostly Hadvar, though Dorothe seemed like a good enough girl—and didn’t want to hurt them. And it would hurt them, if she claimed Alvor. If she seduced him like she wanted to, it could tear his family apart. They didn’t deserve that.

But she wanted Alvor badly. Needed him.

She remembered the night in his house, watching him hold his wife. She had been so sure that she wanted that with Alvor. But she was no longer so sure of herself, and her wants. To have that with Alvor would be to destroy his family, and she did not know if she could do that to him. He was a handsome man, well-muscled, strong, and good with his hands. She didn’t think she wanted this life, though. What she wanted, was a man of her own. And she wanted Alvor. But she didn’t think she wanted Alvor for her own.

Or maybe she did.

She rolled over, and stared at the tent wall once again. She listened to the sound of one of the soldiers snoring, the crackle of the fire, the sound of a fox or something rustling through the woods nearby. These sounds were familiar and comfortable; she’d spent many months on the road, learning to sleep anywhere she could lay her head down. But she could not rest.

Her mind ran in circles. Her thoughts centered on Alvor, and if she were honest with herself, she would admit that some small part of her was intrigued by Hadvar. He was young, available, relatively good looking, and clearly interested in her. At least as a friend, if not more.

She rolled again, this time onto her side, facing the other tent-side. Hadvar was a good man. She was at least vaguely interested in him, but what she felt for Alvor was so consuming she couldn’t focus on anything else. Or anyone else.

She needed Alvor.

She pressed the heels of her palms against her eyes, and willed her brain to shut off. She needed to sleep. She needed rest. But she couldn’t stop thinking. It wouldn’t stop. Alvor, Alvor, Alvor. It thrummed through her veins with every heartbeat. She needed him.

No. What she needed right now was to go for a walk. Maybe find someplace where she could practice with her sword without disturbing anyone. She needed to wear herself out so she could sleep, and practice would do just that.

She hadn’t meant to head toward the forge. Really she hadn’t.

But she did.

Re: The Other Woman -- F!DB/Alvor -- 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

Please continue!
Quickly! haha