”I could only guess she was blushing. Her cheeks were kind of a purplish color plus the way she scrunched her nose. It only made her that much cuter... The only thought I had was that I needed to concentrate to get through this without embarrassing myself any more.“Barnim, I’m flattered with how you feel about my beauty. But we have a lot to go through. Do you think you can concentrate long enough? You’ll like what we have to offer.”Kiskan then proceeded to tell me some of the story of the Agen.. The Stormlands are swept clean of your Lannister filth, one by one, and are well rid of them. I’m not Mace Tyrell. I won’t sit idly by and eat and drink my way to fatness and sloth while investing this holdfast.“There is no Onion Knight coming to save you, either. He’s the Onion Lord now, and he’s on MY SIDE! Every day that you are under siege here, you will lose men. I swear that to you. And every man who comes up against me will have his chest caved in with this, my father’s very own. .. almost. I was no mere scrawny lad anymore. I was lord and master of all that I surveyed, a tribal chieftain, if not a king, despite it being 1992.The spirit had as much as confirmed to me that the old order, the Western, liberal, democratic order, was doomed, anyway. Instead of letting it fall to the usual jaded oligarchs, they preferred to hand it over to me, a teenage boy (at least in body, if not in mind). I would make a much better steward or custodian of civil government, of political. I just began to follow Mrs Whittingham's orders. I guess I could have just walked out and left but may never see Carol again and well if she could take it. Mind you I had never been punished either at home or school and odd spank when I was little maybe but never any corporal punishment. I could only assume it would hurt.My jeans were off and folded and I pulled by boxers down to my ankles, I did notice Mrs Whittingham undoing the top bottom of her blouse, she must have been getting warm. I.