This will be the only warning. This story will contain graphic violence/words/scenes of varying natures from executions and battle to rape and sex as well as depression and suicidal thoughts. If it was possible, this would likely have a rating of M+. If this is not something you are comfortable with, stop and find something else.
Also, I do not own Bleach or GOT/ASOFI they are owned by Tite Kubo and George RR Martin respectively.
He awoke slowly, his eyes adjusting to the bright sunlight coming in from the window, the sound of soft footsteps pattering about. Covering his eyes with his right arm he sighed as he understood that morning had arrived. Not that he didn't like mornings. He quite enjoyed them personally. They allowed him some quiet before the day really started. Today, though, was not something he was looking forward to. Not in the least.
"Milord, it is time to awaken. I have brought you some fresh water as you asked." A woman said as he heard a soft thunk as a tray was set on the table in the corner. "I have also brought you some food as you missed morning meal. It's not much, but I hope it will suffice for now. If not, milord, I will get you more from the kitchens." She said, he could hear the slight nervousness in her voice.
He sighed once more before he sat up, the sheets falling from his body as he looked around. It was dark when he got to the room last night, he hadn't even bothered with lighting candles before he stripped his clothes off, requested water for the morning and promptly crawled into bed and passed out. Now that he got a look at the room it was…nice. He saw that the bed he was in was large enough for two or three people to comfortably sleep, with deep red sheets and white semi-transparent curtains. In the corner near the only window was a small table with two chairs, a red throw rug with a golden lion on it in front of the bed and a fire going in the hearth-freshly started by the looks of it and his clothes in a pile near the door.
He glanced over at the woman who had been talking. She was slight in stature, no not slight, just young. Likely no older than twelve or thirteen. She had dark brown hair pulled into a tight bun. She had fair skin with a slight tan and wore a dark green shirt and brown skirt with a smudged, somewhat white apron tied around her waist. She had her hands clasped to her sides, gripping her skirt, and her head bowed slightly so as not to make direct eye contact with him but still able to fully see him.
"Ah, its fine." He waved her off. If he needed more food, he could get it himself. At that, he threw off the rest of the sheets and swung his legs off the bed and stood. He was tall, just over six feet-six foot two inches- and was only clad in a pair of light grey trousers. He noticed the maid had blushed when she saw him, but after a couple years here he no longer cared. His body was covered in light scaring but what had made the girl blush was that he was quite fit. Rippling muscles sprawled across his body. Toned abdominals and pectorals not to mention the well sculpted biceps. And to top it all off was his, oddly colored hair-it was orange.
This was Ichigo Kurosaki and as of three years ago, Lord of Castamere in the Westerlands.
"Thank you, milord." She said with a curtsey. "Will you be needing anything else?" He glanced over her shoulder to see the food she had brought. A couple slices of meat-perhaps pork-and some fruit.
"No, I should be good."
"Very well milord." The girl curtsied once more before quickly, but not too quickly as to appear wanting to get out of his presence, she made for the door and left.
Ichigo sighed as he watched the door for a moment after the girl left. As used to such treatment as he had gotten over the last three years, it still made him feel…odd. He walked over to the table and grabbed an apple before walking over to the window and pulling back immediately from the smell that wafted up from the city below.
"Well, there went my appetite." He thought as he went back to the table and placed the fruit back.
Looking back at the window, he decided it was still early enough in the day that he could get some training in. He moved over to where his clothes laid in a small pile from the day before and put them on. They still felt strange to him even after wearing them for so long. However, they were one of the few things he had that reminded him that he was Ichigo Kurosaki-former substitute Soul Reaper, citizen of Japan, and most important, eldest child and only son of the Kurosaki family. He put on the hakama and slowly grabbed his shirt before putting on the black shihakusho. Looking around again, he saw both Zangetsu leaning against the wall near the door. Quickly strapping them to himself he made his way out of the room and to the training yards-after asking one of the passing servants where they were anyway.
He saw that several of his own soldiers-that was a thought-were practicing in the yard already as well as a fair few clad in Lannister armor, some of the city guard and a spattering of sell swords that had been bought for the battle.
He watched his own for a moment, who gave a short nod when they noticed him, before he made his way to a small area with the only woman in the yard. She was tall for a woman, nearing five foot eleven, clad in black clothing similar to his but instead of completely black, she had purple accents along the sleeves.
"Mary, it's nice to see you're up and practicing, but I'm pretty sure I gave you the day off." He said as he approached her, the spear in her hands faltering at his voice. She quickly spun and knelt down; her head bowed.
"Lord Kurosaki! My apologies sir. I did not see you." She said, formal as ever this one was Ichigo thought.
"I've told you; you don't need to call me Lord Mary. Just Ichigo is fine." He stated, slightly exasperated as he had been telling her that for two years now. "And stand up already." He ordered. She immediately stood at attention. "Don't let me distract you from your training Mary." He said as he turned away from her slightly as he pulled the larger Zangetsu from his back, took a few steps to her left, and began practicing slowly so as to warm his muscles.
As he practiced with Zangetsu, he could not help but remember just how he had gotten here.
He had only just barely struck the final blow to Yhwach when the man turned semi-god had used the last bit of his power to open a Dangai and thrust him through. At first, he wasn't all that worried, he had been through the Dangai before after all, and one just had to keep moving forward to the exit. Unfortunately, he hadn't noticed that the Kototsu was already right on top of him and with his injuries he was unable to escape, quickly swallowed up by the supernatural street cleaner. And that was where it should have ended for him. Afterall, the Kototsu killed all that it swallowed. He was quite surprised however, when he awoke under a large tree and that was where this new life of his had started.
He had awoken under that large tree on a small hill. His injuries still present but he was able to stand. He saw that the tree on the hill was the only thing of real notice and so had picked a direction and begun walking. After only a few hours of walking he had come across the sounds of battle coming from around a hill just in front of him. He walked up to it, hiding himself just in case, and had watched as what appeared to be knights from the middle ages fought off a bunch of other knights while protecting a fancy looking cart. The ones in the red armor, who were protecting the cart, were down to the last three while the other side, wearing ramshackle armor, still had six. Quickly deciding to help the red guys he had made quick work of two of the not red armored ones cutting them down from behind and then taking out a third that had approached the cart by throwing his smaller Zangetsu into his back. Unfortunately, that left him open to being stabbed in the leg by one of their own and he immediately fell in pain. He looked up, gripping Zangetsu and preparing to bring his sword up to block when the man in front of him had his head severed-which he later admitted was disgusting-and watched as the last one was cut down as well by the other two red armored men.
Afterword he had been thanked for his assistance, apparently, he had helped to defend the Princess of the Seven Kingdoms and the Queen who had been on a journey from their ancestral home at Casterly Rock. In the aftermath of that, the current Lord of Casterly Rock, Tywin Lannister, had seen fit to give him Castamere for saving his daughter and granddaughter. He had tried to refuse, quite vehemently, but was eventually worn down after the other options were even less to his liking.
"So, this is the Knight of Whores is it?" A voice questioned, bringing Ichigo from his thoughts as he turned his head to see one of the City Watch guards-a captain going by the insignia on his breast plate-had approached Mary. Mary merely ignored the man and continued her training. "Oi, Whore Knight, I am speaking to you. Face me!" The man stated, frustrated. At that Mary did stop and turned to him, her eyes narrowed as she did.
"I am not a whore Ser. I am a Knight in the service of Lord Ichigo Kurosaki of Castamere." She said with pride.
"Well, you are now, yes, but you were a whore before, right?" He stepped forward, his own height matching hers.
"I was."
"So, you are a Knight of Whores then." He smirked as he looked over her body, as covered as it was, before he looked her in the eyes once more. "I have a couple silver and going all the way to the city seems like a waste of time when I have a perfectly good whore-. "
"That's enough." Ichigo stated simply as he stepped towards the two. "I believe that you have said enough." Ichigo said, inserting himself between Mary and the Gold Cloak, the difference in height immediately noticeable. And as this occurred, the others in the training yard watched silently from the corners of their eyes. "You will not insult my soldiers, especially in front of me."
"Lord Kurosaki. I did not see you there. I meant no offence My Lord, merely looking to see if she still warmed beds for coin. I was telling the –." The man started to explain, only to find himself on the ground, a tooth flying from his mouth and then his head being stomped on.
"I believe I just told you not to insult my soldiers." Ichigo then pushed his foot down on the man's head even more before letting up and turning to Mary. "I think my point has been made. Come Mary, I think we should begin getting ready for the afternoon festivities and I know I could use a good bath." With that the Lord of Castamere stormed from the training grounds, no one stopping him and the groans from the Gold Cloak fading as he walked with Mary right behind him.
A few hours later, a bath and a fresh set of clothes later, and Ichigo was standing next to Mary and John, his other personal guard, in the Throne room of the Red Keep. John was a shorter man, only five foot five, but he was strong and built like an Ox. He had on a more traditional set of armor found in Westeros with Ichigo's sigil of a white moon on a field of black stitched into his cloak. The man had not a sword, but instead a heavy war hammer strapped to his back under the cloak. All three of them watching the room, Mary with some interest as she had never seen so many nobles at once, John with some slight apprehension and Ichigo had his near ever-present scowl. He watched quietly as the King and Queen Reagent entered and took their places on the Iron Throne and a small chair next to it respectively. All at once, the festivities and chatter ceased and everyone's attention moved to the boy king and his mother.
He watched as the boy, for that is what he was to Ichigo, a boy. A boy he heard that still throws tantrums like a child. He watched as the boy called various members of prominent houses that had been present at the Battle of Blackwater Bay. He gave out gifts of ten thousand Gold Dragons here, a small castle and its lands there. One knight had even been given a new position within the City Watch as a captain. Then, he called the leader of the Tyrell host-Loras.
The man was more of a "pretty-boy" than even Ishida was. Long brown hair with gleaming steel armor decorated with thorns and roses-Knight of Flowers they called him apparently-but all Ichigo saw was an arrogant shit who won a few tournaments but had not really seen battle. He was slightly stunned however, when instead of asking for something reasonable such as an easement of taxes on the Reach or a position on the small council, he asked the King to marry his sister Margaery. Ichigo would admit, the girl was easy on the eyes. She had the same long brown hair as her brother, with a blueish grey dress that seemed to show a fair amount of skin-more than he usually saw from noble ladies anyway-and a gold chain around her neck. There was some back and forth between the King, his mother, the Grand Maester of Kings Landing but it seemed he was allowed to dissolve his arranged marriage to Sansa Stark in order to marry Margaery. Applause rang out from many, mostly the Tyrell party, but a smattering of polite applause came from many others. And then, it happened.
"Yes, yes. I know we are all pleased about my pending wedding. However, there is still one more I must acknowledge-Ichigo Kurosaki!" The boy King bellowed, causing many to look around for him, several already looking directly at him. With an internal sigh he handed his drink to Mary and strode past the Flower Knight to kneel to the King.
"Your Grace." He stated, his voice neutral.
"Rise." Joffrey commanded. "Just as I am grateful to Loras for his efforts in the battle, I too must grant you the same. You were the one who led the fight at the Mudd Gate. You even managed to help save my Uncle-my Hand- from certain death. For which I must reward you. So long as it is in my power, I shall see that you receive it."
"To be honest Your Grace, I only wish to go home and sleep in my own bed." Ichigo said, and though everyone, including the King, believed him to mean Castamere, he was really talking about his true home-Japan. And sleeping in his own bed. For Kami sake, he would give anything to have his father's wake up routine.
"Are you sure that is all you wish for Lord Kurosaki?" The Queen questioned, a raised eyebrow. For the first time since he arrived Ichigo looked at her. She was sat on a small chair, her golden hair done in a partial bun with a braid coming down from each side of her head. A dress made of fine silk colored gold and a small tiara on her head.
"It is, My Queen." He responded, looking her directly in the eyes.
"Surely you jest. You have helped save the Kingdom and the King. There must be something you would want?" She stared at him, the people watching the exchange with baited breath. Suddenly, Ichigo saw her eyes flicker over his shoulder and then back to him before looking back to her son. "Joffrey, I believe Lord Kurosaki is still unwed. Perhaps we could offer him a wife?"
"Really? Still unwed? At his age?" The King looked slightly baffled as he looked from his mother to Ichigo. "Very well. Since you suggested it Mother, I suppose you have someone in mind?"
"Yes, I do. And she recently became available. She has already flowered and is born from strong blood which will surely allow her to provide Lord Kurosaki with a good Heir." She looked to Ichigo at that moment. "Three days from now, the wedding of Lord Ichigo Kurosaki and Lady Sansa Stark shall be held. Everyone here is welcome to attend." At the announcement, everyone paused momentarily before slight cheering and applause were heard-some confused as to why the Traitors daughter, even if she was of the Great House Stark, was being given to a Lord of such a small castle let alone a foreigner. But did not wish to incur the wrath of the Royal Family, so applauded none the less.
"She is just a girl Your Grace. I will not marry a child!" Ichigo shouted at the two, causing the cheerful mood to sour immediately.
"Were you not listening Lord Kurosaki? My mother said she has flowered. She is now a woman, ready to wed and birth children-not a child." Joffrey stated, slightly confused as to why the man in front of him was refusing this. Sure, she was the daughter of the Traitor that killed his father, but she was still a daughter of House Stark-Lord Paramount and Wardens of the North.
"Forgive me Your Grace, but that does not change the fact she is still only fourteen. In my home, she is not even of marriage age."
"Well, we are not in your home. This is the Seven Kingdoms and I am your King. If I say you are going to wed her you will wed her. Is that understood?" The Kings eyes narrowed as he said this.
"Perhaps, with such a vehement refusal, we will have a Septa witness the consummation?" The Queen suggested, a ghost of a smirk on her lips. Ichigo's eyes widened at that.
"No! I will not marry a child much less have sex with her in front of someone else." He partially shouted, his teeth grinding in rage.
"You have no choice. Either you marry that girl and fuck her or you will be tried for Treason for refusing your King." Joffrey said as he took a step forward. Ichigo heard several gasps around him, whether it was for the fact he was about to be tried for Treason for refusing to marry a child or the crass language being used in Court he wasn't sure-likely a mixture of both. He looked down, evaluating his options.
If he refused, he could try to fight his way out. He definitely could. It's not like he was lacking in Power after all. Being the only person able to sense and manipulate Spiritual Energy in Westeros-as far as he was aware anyway-it would be quite easy for him to run. But that could not be said for his people. The second he ran, both Mary and John would be captured-John executed and Mary made into a whore for the King-his lands would be confiscated, his people would be forced back into the deplorable conditions they were in before he was given the lands they lived on and he would be on the run for the rest of his life.
On the other hand, if he accepted, he would be a child rapist. His wife would most assuredly hate him for as long as they were alive. He didn't know her very well but from the rumors he heard she was a half decent actress and may be able to hide her distain of him for the good of the Realm. But, at what cost? She will have been married to him as a child. She may even fall into a depression. And if he were to ever find a way home, he would be imprisoned if not executed for having sex with a minor. But if he did this, then his people would be safe from the Crown. They would get to continue living under the new conditions he set. His people would be allowed to have more freedoms than many others in the Seven Kingdoms. They would get to have full lives-mostly anyway.
When compared to that-what was his and the happiness of one girl?
"Maybe I should say something King? I think I would enjoy cutting them both to pieces!" Zangetsu said, his more bloodthirsty side really showing his own displeasure with the situation.
"That won't help us at all! We would still be criminals on the run."
"Very well Your Grace." Ichigo kneeled. "I accept your offer of marriage to Lady Sansa Stark. We shall have the ceremony in three days. I hope that you can spare a few hours to grace us with your presence."
More cheering followed as the King accepted his acceptance. Afterword, Ichigo stood and stormed from the room. Not happy. Not happy at all.
As Ichigo stormed through the halls of the Red Keep he seethed in anger at having to marry Sansa Stark. Don't get him wrong, if she were a few years older he wouldn't be so upset. He could stand a lot of things about being in this medieval backwards world. He could stand not having the conveniences of technology. He could stand being looked down on by other Lords. He could stand having to fight because Tywin asked him to. But he could not stand the Game! The Game is what forced him to not be allowed to have a more educated population-the Citadel was the foremost authority on education after all. The Game is what caused the commoners to die at the whims of the Nobility-they were commoners, why should their opinions matter? And right now? The Game is what is forcing him to marry a child!
"My Lord, the Queen did not look pleased." Mary said, slightly out of breath, as she caught up to her Lord-John right behind her.
"Right now, I don't really care." He said, reaching his room and throwing the door open hard enough that it slammed against the wall and closed partially before Mary closed it all the way and John stood guard outside.
"Rraah!" Ichigo picked up the remnants of the meal from that morning and threw it across the room, the food flying off the wooden tray and scattering while the cup of water shattered and splashed against the wall.
"My Lord, please calm down." Mary begged. "I understand that you are upset, but you cannot show it here. Not in the Capital." She grabbed his arm and forced him to face her. She had heard the tales of those who misbehaved in the Capital and she would be damned if she watched her Lord fall to the same fate. She would not allow it. Couldn't allow it. After all, it was because of him she was where she was at now. One of his personal guards.
She had been a whore. A whore in the Westerlands. Because of Tywin's distaste of whores in general many people did not see them in the same way people in other regions did. In Kings Landing, whores were a paid well, they were clean, a number of them were educated at least a little. Enough to read a bit and count the coins their customers paid with. In Dorne, whores were a part of the culture itself. They were seen just as every other citizen of the Kingdom. They may have been looked down upon by some, but by the majority they were just another girl in the kingdom. In the Reach and the Riverland's whores were, well, whores. They got fucked, got paid and went to the next customer. The Vale had few brothels but at the ones they did have the whores were treated well. They got clean rooms, customers paid and some Lords even took a whore or two as a mistress. She didn't know much about how whores were treated in the North, but the only thing she could really see them having to worry about was freezing their tits off in the cold. The less she thought about how whores were treated in the Iron Islands the better.
And the Westerlands? Whores were…nothing. She had been sold to the only brothel in Castamere when she was young-seven maybe eight-she wasn't sure on the exact age. She worked as a maid for the brothel for a couple years thinking that was all she would do. She had seen what the whores had to do. She had seen the state some of the whores were in after a customer left. She had seen the way the whores looked after only a few months when new ones arrived. And then she started growing breasts.
She still remembered the first time it happened. She had been cleaning a room after a customer left. They had made quite a mess. The food they ordered was stomped into the floor, wine was spilled on the sheets, and a plate had been smashed on the floor. She was cleaning up the broken pieces of the plate when the door opened. She hadn't paid it much mind, after all the Madame often checked to make sure the younger girls were actually doing their cleaning right. So, she was shocked when she was yanked up by her hair and suddenly found her dress ripped from her body while she was bent over the bed and something hard began plunging in and out of her body. She couldn't even scream as her mouth had been covered. She was frantic. She tried fighting back only to be flipped over and hit in the face-she was hit quite a bit that day and had bruising covering her face, back and chest-the only consolation to the whole thing was that it didn't last long…until the hand was removed from her mouth and she was dragged off the bed so that she was kneeling on the floor and the hard thing was shoved down her throat. She had passed out at that point, unable to breathe. She had woken up later that night in her bed in the attic. She asked, through a coughing fit caused by a sore throat, one of the other girls what had happened and learned that the customer had forgotten something in the room and upon seeing her had raped her. The Madame had been furious and kicked the man out immediately, but the damage was done. Word soon spread that she was a good and tight fuck and she became the newest attraction once her bruising had healed. Until that day.
She had been a whore for a few years at that point. She had her routine down decently well she figured. Greet customer, get them hard, get fucked for a few minutes then maybe suck them off and get paid, at best, half the agreed price. Day in and out, except on her flowering days-unless a customer didn't care and they would just shove their cock in her ass and have at her- that was her life. Then, three harvests ago, a new Lord had been named to Castamere. All the girls had to be in tip shape, even if they were getting fucked only moments ago, in case the new Lord wanted have one of them as celebration. As such, they had all put dressed in their finest, for whores anyway, and marched with the Madame into the main square where Lord Tywin Lannister himself had introduced the foreigner as the new Lord of Castamere. She thought him handsome enough, better looking than most of her customers anyway, and definitely younger than most too. The Madame had been unhappy that the new Lord hadn't taken any of them in celebration of his new position-but she was still hopeful he would visit soon as they were the only brothel in Castamere.
Instead, within a few weeks the new Lord, Lord Karosayki she heard, had announced that he was going to be building Castamere's army. Any who wanted to join was welcome. All they had to do was face him. She had taken that as the opportunity it was. She figured, if she didn't make it as a soldier for a Lord who apparently did not care if a woman could fight, she would at least get killed and could stop getting fucked day after day and could be at peace with The Seven. She had gotten up quite early the day that the new Lord was going to be testing the potential new soldiers. Well, she hadn't really gone to sleep-she had been getting fucked up until just a little while ago and the last customer was still in her bed snoring away. She threw on the only cloak she had, stole a pair of one of the other girls' trousers and a shirt from a customer that had been left at the brothel before she made her way to the Lords keep.
She didn't know at the time if it was a good castle-it was the only one she had ever seen after all-but it was still one of the largest buildings in Castamere if not the largest. She entered the castle grounds just as the sun was beginning to show over the mountains and could already see several men gathered around a small training field to the left of the gates, racks filled with weapons beside them. She watched as several men took turns facing the new Lord. They all lost. They would charge him only to be blocked by his own massive sword or knocked to the side. After a few hits they had quit. And then she decided it was her turn-she would either be successful and become a soldier or she would die. Either way she was not going to return to that hellhole and get fucked and fucked and fucked until she died with a cock shoved down her throat!
The Lord told her to grab whatever weapon she wanted. She had grabbed the only thing she was slightly familiar with other than a sword-she knew she couldn't swing it-a spear. And that was only because the overall size was not that different from a broom-just quite a bit heavier. She heard the laughter as she stood with the blade pointed to her new Lord. She was confused before he merely stated that it was clear she had never held a weapon and then told her that her feet needed to be spread further apart and her hands should have one towards the blade to guide it and the other toward the back to give each blow power. After adjusting slightly, she charged. He knocked her away. She got up and charged again. He merely stepped to the side and avoided her. She set up again and again. Why? Why wouldn't he swing his blade at her? Why did he only hit her spear? Why did he not kill her? With that last thought she chucked the spear at him, pathetically she realized now, and charged, jumping at him and only just managed to grab his cloak.
"Kill me! Kill me! Please, just kill me if I am not good 'nough mi'lord. I don't wann go back. Please just kill me!" She had sobbed into his sleeve. She knew at that point she very likely would be going back to the brothel. She very likely would get fucked by a new customer before the new Lord had midday meal. She knew she would die a whore of the Westerlands.
"I won't kill you." That had sealed it. She began crying more. "No. You will be my first new soldier. You've show more tenacity than the others so far and that is something I want in my soldiers."
From then on, she had been roomed with the other three women that had been accepted. A farm girl, a maid and sell sword from Essos. She was trained harshly. Treated even worse than the other women because she was a whore whose only purpose was to get fucked. She had been raped several times during her six moons of training-all the girls had except the sell sword. But she was quite surprised when the following morning each time, the ones who did it were executed by their Lord. No one had ever killed someone for raping a whore-previous whore she may be-in the Westerlands, mostly due to Lord Lannister not really caring about the welfare of a whore. After the fourth execution, they stopped raping her and the other two but their treatment of her did not get better.
At the end of her training, she had been selected-as a jape she was sure- to go forth with their Lord to quell bandits in the mountain range just outside of Castamere. It was only a few days of riding and fighting, but she had proven her worth. She had even saved her new Lord. She had killed to save her new Lord. And he gave her something she never thought she would have. The position as one of his Personal Guard. She had not believed it at first. She had only expected to serve as a simple foot soldier. She had expected to die within a couple years on a battlefield somewhere. She had been born the daughter of a small farmer. She had been sold to a brothel as a young girl. She had been fucked repeatedly almost day after day for nearly five years. She had been put through hell for being a whore trying to be better than a simple thing to get fucked. And here she was, barely out of training, and being made one of her new Lords Personal Guards.
She promised herself right then, she would do whatever she could to make her Lord happy and ensure he was protected.
No matter what!
She watched as her Lord seethed for a moment before regaining his composure, if only slightly, before he walked over to the wall and began cleaning the glass from the cup. She knew he was still furious though she wasn't really sure why. He was being married to Lady Stark from a Great House. Though, he seemed to have an issue with her age, as the King and Queen Regent had said, the girl had flowered and could bear children.
"My Lord, if I may, why are you so against wedding Lady Stark?" She had decided to ask him.
"Because…in my home country there are laws against marrying someone under twenty unless certain conditions are met not to mention laws against having sex with a child. The latter usually has a minimum prison sentence of a few years I think."
"I see." She said, thinking about her Lords home. She had learned very little about it but from what she did know, it seemed the commoners had more freedom than here in Westeros. They had basic learning in their words and numbers for all children-her Lord had said that somewhere around 98% of his home's population had basic learning and half had been learned well enough they would be considered a Maester. And now she learned that women were protected from older men who wanted to have sex with them and that there were laws about when one could wed. She walked over to her Lord and began picking up the fruit and meat to help him clean.
"I want you to get Oryna and take turns guarding Sansa. She does not leave your sight." Ichigo instructed as he turned and looked her in the eye. "I don't care if she is sleeping. I don't care if she is using the bathroom. You will stand guard right next to her and your eyes do not leave her." He finished, grabbing her shoulders and forcing her to face him directly. "Also, I…" He hesitated and looked away from her face.
"What is it Mi'Lord?" She wanted to know, and if she was guarding her future Lady, she was eager to help her Lord.
"It's, well, I don't know what Sansa knows…about sex." He blushed as he thought of that and Mary understood.
"You wish me to teach her about sex, Mi'Lord?"
"Yes. I don't think she has been taught much about it. So, can you tell her what to expect?"
"I…can do that, but I think my time as a whore will not give the best learnings." She said with a small grimace. She knew how to get fucked, be it her cunt or her ass, and suck cock, but she was not all that sure if Nobles fucked their wives the same as they fucked a whore-not likely. "But I shall do my best Mi'Lord."
"Good. And thank you." He said as he strode over to the door. Before he opened it, he turned back to Mary. "Have Sansa drink Moon Tea for the next few days. No alcohol. And during the wedding have one of my maids, sneak a pitcher of it in here and hide it well. I may be forced to have sex with her, and have a Septa watch, but I don't think it would be good right now for her to have the possibility of getting pregnant. And have everyone prepare to leave. We are leaving at first light the day after."
"Yes Mi'Lord!" She saluted, as he nodded to her and opened the door. She quickly made her way out of the room and turned towards where her new Lady's room was.
With Mary gone Ichigo turned to John. The man, despite his shorter size, was one of his more…loyal-he supposed that worked-soldiers. He followed orders, was good with a sword and shield and when he had issues, he was as vocal as possible-as limited as that was. When John had first come into his service nearly a year ago, he had asked him why he had left his home in the Iron Islands. The only response was him opening his mouth to find his tongue had been removed. When asked, he wrote that he had been denounced from his House-House Volmark- for questioning his father and Lord Harlaw about the practice of Salt Wives. He did not care that they were Salt Wives, he had clarified to Ichigo, but more the practice of taking them by force. To him, it appeared to be no better than slavery, which was illegal in the Seven Kingdoms. Lord Harlaw had not taken that well, considering he had fourteen Salt Wives, and had demanded punishment for the slight against him. Johns father had little choice but to give him some form of punishment, but as John was the Heir to his Lordship, he had only given a light punishment. Something Lord Harlaw did not agree with and demanded their presence before him. He then gave his father a choice. Cut out his tongue and exile him from the Iron Islands or pay with his House. John had volunteered and had his tongue cut and left the Islands within a few days.
As he was an exiled son of a Noble House, word had quickly spread to the other Lords closest to the Islands. He had tried finding work as a Knight, as that is what he was trained as, but no Lord would bring him on because of his exile-even if they didn't know what it was for. He then tried working as a farm hand for one of the larger farms in the Riverlands. And it worked out well enough. No one questioned his lack of tongue, he usually got at least one meal a day, and a dry barn to sleep in. Until word had been leaked that he was exiled from the Iron Islands. The most popular one-that he was exiled due to being having insulted the Lord of the Iron Islands who was out for his head and any who harbored him-the kind farmer who had let him work ran him off while his three sons threw rocks at him.
It was a few months after that when John found himself in Castamere. He was hungry and tired. He hadn't eaten a decent meal since he found the half eaten dear carcass and scared away the crows almost four days prior and hadn't slept on anything, he would call comfortable since the barn. He had only been in Castamere for a day when he watched someone try to steal from a street vendor. He watched as the oddly dressed soldiers-they wore some kind of long cloak with sleeves-came from around a corner and began chasing the thief who was running in his direction. His honor, regardless of exile, demanded he catch the criminal. And so, with great effort, he set his exhausted body right in the thief's path and tackled him. He had gotten a little beaten up for his effort but he held him until the soldiers got to them. He had been pulled in to the cells with the thief and after being questioned was brought before the Lord of Castamere. After the Lord had been told what happened he asked if John had training as a soldier. When he nodded, the Lord asked him if he wanted to join under him. He had been shocked. No Lord wanted him. No Lord wanted to supposedly get in the way of the Greyjoy's. And yet, the Lord in front of him had asked him to fight under his banner. He had accepted and now, a year later he was brought into the Lords Personal Guard.
"John, do you know where Tyrion is?" Ichigo asked the man. John merely nodded. "Good, take me to him. I need to talk to him." John nodded again and began leading Ichigo though the Keep. They made several turns, went up a few flights of stairs, and ended up in a tower reserved for esteemed guests of the Royal Family-usually members of the Great Houses of Westeros. Eventually they made their way to a door about half way up the tower with a Golden Lion painted on it and knocked.
"…" Ichigo heard something fall to the ground beyond the door and knocked again. "What!?" A voice, likely Tyrion Ichigo surmised, shouted from beyond the door.
"Lord Tyrion, it's Ichigo. I need to talk to you."
"Fine. Doors open."
With that Ichigo nodded to John who took up his post next to the door and the Lord entered the room. It was much nicer than his, that was certain. It overflowed with reds and golds, why not it was a room reserved for the Lannisters and those were their colors. There was a bed against the wall to the right, with a table directly across from it that could easily seat four with a tray of untouched food on it. There was a wardrobe next to the window on the far wall and clothes strewn on the floor. He noticed Tyrion in the bed after mentally noting the room needed cleaned. He was clearly a little drunk, the goblet of wine in his hand saying as such, but he was currently without a shirt, quite possibly without pants too, and his face was covered in bandages from his wound sustained in the Battle of Blackwater Bay.
"It's nice seeing you again Tyrion." Ichigo said as he pulled a chair from the table and sat down. "It's been, what, nearly a year, I think? Not since you left for Kings Landing and then the North right?"
"Yes. It has been that long hasn't it?" The dwarf said, taking a sip of wine. "And what a year it has been. Pissed off the edge of the Wall. Held in a Sky Prison-quite fun actually so long as you aren't afraid of falling. Was made Hand of the King-Acting Hand- I should say. And now, after saving this rotten hell, my title has been stripped and now I am more of a disfigured monster than ever." He finished his small tirade by chugging the rest of the wine in his goblet. "What about you? Anything interesting happen to the unhappy Lord of Castamere?" He asked, referencing the fact Ichigo was quite well known to not smile very often.
"Not too much has changed really. Castamere is doing well. The people are…happy, I guess. Well, they aren't wallowing in filth anyway as I've finally gotten a use out of the prisoners that weren't sent to the Wall or executed. Who knew cleaning a town daily would make it so much nicer?" Ichigo said with a bit of mirth.
"Yes, cleaning. A fantastic notion." He said, reaching for the bottle of wine next to his bed on a small side table and, with a small hesitation, tossed his goblet aside and drank from the bottle itself. "Were you able to get the, what did you call it, basic learning for the commoners to work?"
"No. The Maesters at the Citadel didn't like the thought that mass learning away from their watchful eyes was a good education. It didn't help that several of the Nobles around me loudly voiced their opinions to your father."
"I see." He looked into the wine bottle only to see it was empty. "So, you must have a reason for coming to see me aside from catching up about failed exploits and prison stories. What is it?"
"You have heard that the King and your sister have…arranged for my marriage?"
"No, I hadn't. I suppose congratulations are in order. I would offer you wine but I seem to have drunk the last of it and I know you don't care much for alcohol anyway." He emphasized his point by raising the empty bottle a smirk on his face before he winced in pain.
"I am to marry Sansa Stark." As soon as it was said Tyrion lowered the bottle and frowned.
"You are not happy? From the time I have spent with her, she seems to be a…willful girl. Though, she is easily terrified. Though I think that has more to do with my nephew than anything else. And she is the daughter of a Great House."
"Yes, but she is only fourteen Tyrion." Ichigo's scowl deepened at that. "I will have to marry her and have…sex…with her in front of a Septa to confirm consummation. But that is not what I wanted to talk to you about."
"Well, that's a fun way to have sex. Never had someone just stand there and watch. Course, there isn't much to see with my tiny junk."
"I am trying to be serious Tyrion."
"Fine. Fine. What did you want to talk about? And can you pass me some of that food. All this wine has made me hungry." Ichigo looked to the food behind him and grabbed an apple before tossing it to the half man.
"You have been…protecting Sansa since you got here. And I wanted to thank you for that. If you ever need help, and it's something I can help with, just ask and I will do what I can."