++x++
Alester Florent II
King's Landing, Crownlands, Year 284 AC
Alester had underestimated the Queen and Princess and overestimated his kin's abilities. That much the Lord of Brightwater Keep knew now.
The two women were smart, they had been hiding their intellect during Aerys' reign like many others no doubt because appearing weak and dimwitted was better to keep away his anger and jealously but without him now they could show a bit more of this and they were. Granted the average individual would not notice many changes in their behavior but Alester certainly did.
Alester was not dumb, for that he had his brothers. His father had been smarter than most of them but very far away from those early Florents who were Kings of the Brightwater who through intelligent schemes kept the Gardeners away. Eventually, they did bow to the Gardeners who had been better warriors than the Florents and just as cunning even if their chivalry was over the top and of course, with far greater numbers to lead to war.
But when the Upstarts became the Rulers of the Reach, everyone got disgusted but no one did a thing but complain. No one. At first, it was obvious why, Targaryens had dragons to protect those Tyrells who so loyally served them but when these went away, no one did a thing either. Some because they got used to being ruled by the Upstarts, others still feared the Targaryens, others for some other explanation.
From a young age, Alester and his siblings were instilled in this hatred towards the Upstarts but only he was determined to make something more than worthless and pointless insults behind the backs of these Upstarts. He was going to take their Lord Paramountship away from them and put it on his head or in someone else with pure blood of Garth Greenhand like the Hightowers.
"We are here together to celebrate Princess Daenerys' Naming Ceremony!" The loud voice of the High Septon echoed through the whole structure and woke Alester from his recurring thoughts.
Like all the nobles in King's Landing, those lucky enough to have a room in the Red Keep for they were tied to the Regency and the other councils and those less lucky like he and his kin who had to waste money in a manse because the Crown apparently had to restrain its expenditures, Alester was in the Great Sept of Baelor to witness the youngest Princess's Blessing in the Seven.
Looking around, Alester almost bled his fist at the sight of the Fool of Highgarden standing there proudly, in front of him because of his position as Regent and Lord Paramount...the offense was so great that at times Alester just wished to let his primal desires come forward and kill the man right then but a fox did not conduct itself that way.
The young Princess was brought to the altar by Princess Elia Martell dressed in red and black of House Targaryen but with a neckless with the sun and spear of her birth House, who placed her there. The High Septon picked the Seven Oils from their chalice and with his acolytes moved slowly towards the child. "Daenerys Targaryen, may the Father make you just, may the Mother make you merciful and lovable, may the Warrior protect you and grant you courage, may the Smith grant you strength to make the world a better place, may the Maiden keep you safe from danger, may the Crone give you wisdom and guidance in your life's path and may the Stranger come for you at old age when all your life has been lived."
The babe began weeping in the middle of the ceremony but once it ended, Princess Elia took the child in her arms and wobbled her around humming comforting sounds until she calmed down. "Damned weeping..." Axell barked bitterly in a murmur's tone but was quickly slapped by Alester.
"Conduct yourself properly!" he told his youngest brother. "This is a public religious ceremony!"
"Sorry..."
"Now fellow comrades," The High Septon continued. "Princess Daenerys is officially one of us and may the Seven protect her. Bless the Seven and House Targaryen! Go with the Peace of the Seven and may your day be brighter." The last words annunciated the end of the mass and the nobles present began standing up and going on with their lives or in this case to a small feast at the Red Keep.
Alester took a good around to analyze the individuals present. He spotted a quite bored Lord Stark or as he preferred to call him in his mind, the Fool of Winterfell for one had to be a fool to come south to face the Mad King the way he did. Alester did not know he was alive until he saw him, after all, he did hear of the torture the Stark endured. He ought to be one of the luckiest individuals in the world.
That and a heretical in the eyes of the Faith who were already surrounding him to either scorn, which was unlikely, given that they allowed him inside the most sacred building of the Seven, or try to convert him. In all honesty, none of House Florent's members ever truly embraced the Faith. They just said they did because all around them that was the norm but none of them really cared about the Faith and even the Old Gods at times.
Men made their beliefs because men needed something to believe in. If a man believes money is the most important thing, then he will venerate it. If a man believes a woman is the most important thing, then he will venerate her. If hope is what he aims for then he will pray for hope and venerate it. There is nothing as simple as that. Unfortunately not many saw it that way but Alester supposed those times of the Andal Invasions were long gone.
Thinking about the Stark made Alester remember the humiliation he gave Axell back at Harrenhal but honestly, it was well deserved. Axell was mostly a problem as Alester saw now. He did nothing productive, he was too proud, too dumb to be smart and too smart to be dumb but the worst was his lust and lack of respect towards women. He had done nothing but fuck whores since he arrived and he had been doing that long before. I must have taken mushrooms when I decided to bring him along...Gods be damned.
Next, the Lord of Brightwater Keep saw young Lynesse Hightower by her half-brothers' side and remembered that Selyse informed him that the girl was often found with Princess Rhaenys as of lately. Immediately an idea popped into his head and he looked to his left to see a bored Delena seating and waiting to get out of there. "Delena, have you met Lady Lynesse Hightower?"
"Yes, Uncle Alester. I met her...three years ago?" The girl pressed forward. "When Cousin Rhea came to visit us. You remember do you not?"
Yes...Alester did remember it now...His daughter Rhea brought the younger Hightowers for a visit in hopes to get them to like her better. It was hard for a woman to contend with children of previous marriages of her husband and he knew Rhea hated it but she did make the effort and that was what mattered. "And what is your opinion on her?"
"She was nice but she preferred to keep playing with her sisters and we did not interact that much outside of the group." Delena explained.
"I think you should befriend her. Do you think you can do that?" It was hard to enter the Queen and Princess' circle when you were outside those councils but Alester managed to get Selyse in there so perhaps he could put Delena in there too as his brothers and nephews and cousins were not cut for this. Foxes were often associated with the female kind...Florys was a woman after all...
"I would like for someone to play," Delena confessed. "King's Landing has been boring...only the Septa makes me company and she is boring. Can I return home after the tourney?"
"No. You will befriend Lynesse and that should make things better for you to cope." Alester shifted his gaze between his disappointed niece and the Hightower girl. "In return, the longer you spend with Lynesse the less time you will spend with the Septa."
"Really?" His niece said beaming.
"Yes, but you will still need to have lessons of two hours with her at the very least."
"Oh but that is nearly as much time as I'm having now!" The girl protested.
"It is not," Alester said simply as he extended his hand to Delena. "Let's reintroduce you two now." he turned to his brother Colin who was talking with Alekyne, his son. "Take the others to the manse and make sure Axell does not do anything stupid today."
"Of course." Colin nodded as Alester took Delena to meet the Hightowers, hoping his plans would work. He could not help but notice that some Holy Brothers were closely watching those inside the Great Sept of Baelor but he supposed they were all amazed at how many nobles were inside. That or they were somehow thinking the best ways to scorn them for their lack of piety and love for coin...
Brandon Stark IV
King's Landing, Crownlands, Year 284 AC
I'm happy you decided to write to me about this very strange and unfortunate occurrence. Unfortunately, I have no idea what it could be nor what whoever did it was thinking but one thing I know, someone in the capital is bound to know something therefore, I suggest that you get in contact with a few of my acquaintances. In the gardens, there is a gardener named Lewis, search for him if you may.
I also suggest that you visit Chataya's. I never went there but I heard it is a good place for the highborn and rich fellows.
I'm very happy with Ned I must confess. Since you will not be with us when I tell him, I will tell you now that a new child is on the way. I would like a daughter but Ned certainly would prefer a boy to name him Robert so we will see. I pray everything goes well and the child is as healthy as Jon.
Hope you are holding yourself in there. Much regards from your only daughter-in-law,
Ashara Dayne Stark
Brandon smiled at the letter and placed it back in his cupboard. It seemed like Ned was working hard with Ashara for her to be pregnant already. Not that there could be any other possible outcome considering what he heard last time... "Alright so...Lewis the gardener." he said aloud to memorize it. He stood up and made his way to the gardens as Ashara proposed him.
It was afternoon and he was quite tired if he was to be honest. The little Princess's Blessing Ceremony had happened a couple of hours ago and although it was not as boring as he was thinking, it was still boring and after it ended, the High Septon approached him and spoke of the word of the Seven and how they were merciful to him when he was but a prisoner and saved him.
Brandon's reply was simple but said it all it had to be said: It was my brother, the Rebels and some good people that saved me. And then he nodded and left the famous Great Sept of Baelor. He would be damned if he listened to those phonies. He respected those who followed the Seven but he was of the Old Gods and nothing would change that. Might be a good idea to visit the Godswood before the end of the day...Brandon thought as he climbed down some stairs in Maegor's Holdfast only to almost collide with Cersei Lannister and her maids. "Pardon me, My Ladies." he said with a smile.
Cersei Lannister eyed him from up and down and scoffed. "You are forgiven," she said as she started walking again. "Better watch your step next time."
Brandon grew angry with her reaction and response. "You know I'm still waiting for an apology from last time, Lady Cersei."
She stopped and turned to him with a confused look. "Last time? I do not understand what you mean Lord Stark."
"You know very well what I mean Lady Lannister," Brandon replied in a serious tone. "You disrespected me without a reason when you were humiliating your maid. It is only fair and expected that you apologize to me."
"What I did to my maids is of my responsibility." Cersei Lannister said sternly, earning her angry glances from said maids which she did not see because her back was turned to them and she was actually walking towards Brandon. "You had no business with it and if a simple response of my part hurts you so, then you are too soft for this life."
The maids' eyes bulged. "Cersei!" The runner from last time said aghast.
"Quiet Melara!" The Lannister said as she turned to her lady. "Truths need to be told."
Brandon gritted his teeth. "Soft, huh?"
"Yes soft, that is what you are, a soft and dumb man." The blonde insisted.
"You confuse me pitying you to softness..."
"I do not need pity least of all from you." she interrupted him. "I..."
"Silence woman!" Brandon said in a louder tone making the maids shriek. "I treated you with respect but you give me none so I expect an apology from you until the tourney's end and shall you refuse to do so, I will write to your father and demand a just compensation. I will not be treated like some dog by a snobbish woman who has no respect or regard for anyone's wellbeing but hers. I pity your maids."
"How dare you speak to me in such a way?" The Lannister said irritated.
"I just did," Brandon said mockingly as a way to get back at her. "What are you going to do about it? Slap me? Go ahead if you will. My face and the paper I will be writing in are waiting." he could now see her fuming but not doing anything because she could not do a thing. "My offer is more than fair. Think about it else your father will. Mark my words." And with that Brandon continued on his way. Though he heard nothing else yet somehow he pitied the maids for having to bear such a woman. It was not his intention to make them the destination of that snobbish woman's fury but...Gods what a bitch!
The rest of the walk was quieter and uneventful as most lords and ladies were in the Throne Room's feast. Brandon still enjoyed feasts but he preferred to be as far as he could from the Throne Room because the place only made him relive his father and friends' deaths at the hands of that prick. Sometimes, when he was more depressed than normal, he just wanted to slice all the Targaryens but reason would come quickly to him and tell him those are left are innocent.
He felt no need to bother his guards and allowed them to enjoy the lesser feast. There were plenty of Gold Cloaks patrolling the Red Keep and the surroundings. Their numbers had been raised thanks to Lord Stannis' diligent work and Brandon felt safe for the time being. He could definitely see Catelyn happy with him should she accept him.
Upon arriving at the Godswood, he walked around for a bit, in the inner area or the area that is far more distant to the sea. No matter how many times Brandon found himself in the Godswood, he could not help but have a feeling that this was no true Godswood but some huge and pleasant garden in which people liked to spend their afternoons, which at the end of the day was what was happening. That alone made him miss the North and the Godswoods at Winterfell, Barrowton, and The Rills where none would go except to pray, where there was no sound from birds, squirrels, and whatever else roamed this happy go-looking garden of the capital.
Deciding that going around asking for that Lewis would lead him to a boring and lengthy search, he decided to inquire a girl of ten to twelve sweeping the pathways that he saw next to him. She had brown hair and eyes, was pretty, and was eying him too. Thus Brandon walked towards her, with his seducing smile which although he did not wish to seduce her, had always been a good asset to show new females. "Hello there!"
The girl's eyes bulged and she blushed a bit. "Hello, Milord..."
"I was thinking if you could help me with something...I'm looking for a...Lewis who seems to be a gardener here? Do you happen to know where I can find him?"
The girl stopped blushing and looked at him surprised. "Lewis?"
"That is right." Brandon confirmed.
"Who sent Milord after Lewis?" she asked as she looked worried.
"I do not mean him any harm if it's that what you are thinking." Brandon quickly assured her given her reaction. "A good friend of mine sent me to meet him."
"What's that friend's name?" The girl insisted almost if she did not care if he was highborn and she not. She was very much determined to get to the bottom of everything.
"Lady Ashara Dayne." he replied. "Or Ashara Stark. She is married to my brother so...She goes by Ashara Dayne Stark now."
"You know Lady Ashara?" The girl asked surprised.
"I just told you she is married to my brother Eddard." Brandon pointed out. "I'm Brandon Stark by the way."
The girl looked pensive for a bit, ignoring his gaze but then eyed him with a serious and penetrating look. "Lewis does not exist Milord. It's a code that Lady Ashara came up with to hide her spy network from bad people who could potentially read her letters. She calls us friends and she is our friend whom we love and miss dearly but we all know we're her spies..."
"Oh..." Even after knowing Ashara for three years, she still found a way to surprise him somehow. He did know she had spies as Ned made a fuss over it at Harrenhal before his love and lust were too big for to bear but these small details did surprise him.
"That's why if someone comes to us asking for Lewis, we need to find out who the person asking is and what his intentions are." she further explained. "If we deem the person bad, we say Lewis is sick or not here today."
"I see...so you see me as a good person?" he pushed forward to mess with the girl.
The girl blushed as he hoped. "Everyone here knows of Brandon Stark who..." she hesitated and stopped speaking.
"Who..." Brandon gestured for her to keep speaking to see what was being said about him. "Come on, don't be shy I won't harm you."
"Came demanding for Rhaegar's life, got imprisoned and then publicly wiped...before killing the King after transforming to a direwolf..."
As he heard the first part of her statement, Brandon felt indignant for the lie of him demanding Rhaegar's life because he did not do that. It also left him sad because it once again made him remember the friends and the father he lost...The last bit though...that made him smile. "First, I did not demand for his life, that is bullshit. Secondly, I'm not a Skinchanger, I killed him with a sword as he deserved, otherwise if I bit him I'd get rabies..."
The girl laughed aloud after that last bit until she composed herself. "You're funny Milord."
"I try to be...I'm tired of suffering but sometimes...not even being funny works..." Brandon ended up murmuring. "Forget about all this girl. You are young and you don't need to be hearing this, you have your own problems," he told her as he decided now was the best time to push for what made him come there for. "A week ago, a man of my retinue named Daryn was killed in cold blood by some unknown individual who left some weird symbol behind. Ashara told me to search here so..."
"Well, I have no idea who could do something like that Milord. But rest assured I will pass the word around and perhaps in a week I will have an answer." The girl avowed. "Who knows maybe the upcoming Tourney will speed up the process. Large feasts do bring a lot of information..."
"That would be good, I intend to get justice for my comrade. He did not deserve to die so early and so gruesomely."
"Ok. I will start gathering information and in a week or so, search for me here."
"Ok, what is your name then?"
"Symone," she replied. "But I should be here or close by anyway."
"Sure." Just as Symone was about to leave Brandon remembered the other part of the message and wondered if she could give him better information about this. "Symone, before you go...where can I find Chataya?"
"Chataya?" The girl sounded a bit sick and Brandon wondered why. "Hum, her place is by the Street of Silk."
"And where is the Street of Silk exactly?" he asked. "I'm not from here."
"The Street of Silk is the main street that one finds when entering the Old Gate which is the gate located exactly north of the city close to Rhaenys' Hill." Symone recited. "Chataya's place should not be that hard to find."
"Ok, I think I have a vague idea where that is..." Brandon said as he tried to make a map of King's Landing on his mind. "I will take a look at it, I'm sure I will find it eventually. Plus if it's by the gates I can as a last resort follow the northern walls..."
"Well, I must return to my work." For some reason, it seemed she was disappointed with something. Did I say something I shouldn't? Who is Chataya? Some charlatan?
It was only when he arrived at Chataya's place that he understood a bit why Symone got disappointed. He came with six men and followed the main streets until he found the famous Street of Silk by sunset and without the need to search for the Old Gate. And boy was this...an interesting street...
Brothels...lots of brothels...That was the only thing Brandon noticed in that street and the name now reasoned in his mind. Why did Ashara send me here? Is she trying to get me laid with someone?
"At least we know that there are plenty of offers here..." One of his men, Mathos said.
"I wonder if these are affordable or just some fancy whores." Another, Osric wondered. "I have been to brothels but this one..."
Brandon saw a sign on top of a door saying in plain sight Chataya's. He rode his horse there and took a good look at the two stories tall building. The windows were leaded, the lamp of scarlet light warned everyone of what business was conducted inside. A brothel as expected now that I know the main business of this street. "I'm going inside, keep a close watch on everything." he announced as he jumped off his horse and tied it to a nearby log.
"Yes, Milord." The guards said as he walked inside curiously.
Inside, Brandon found a woman almost as tall as he and of black skin, in yellow flowing silks with lilac flowers in her black curly hair leaning inside a wooden counter. Her sandalwood-colored eyes immediately fixed on him and a smile drew itself in her lips. "Hello there handsome..." Her voice was smooth but her accent thicker than his would ever be. "I am Chataya, owner of this pleasure house. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too." Brandon replied as he smelled some exotic scent that was pleasant enough to his nose.
"No name? It is impolite to not introduce yourself to a woman." she pushed forward.
"I guess it is..." Brandon dismissed. "I was told by a friend to come here."
"Interesting...and who might he or she be?"
"I'm not sure I can tell you..." Brandon replied as he noticed a mosaic below his feet...showing two women entwined in love. Seven Hells..."But if you are real then she likely wanted me to meet you..." he said to divert his thoughts away.
"I do not understand..." The woman confessed.
"Do you know Ashara Dayne?" he questioned.
She smiled brightly, showing very white teeth that contrasted heavily with her skin color. "Do I know her? I love her!"
"I seriously hope your love her is not the I love you in a romantic and or sexual way. My brother is married to her."
"She married? When did that happen? Why was I not invited? She told me she would if she ever did..." Now that black woman sounded sad.
"Because it was during the Rebellion," Brandon explained. "I do not think you could have traveled to Winterfell to watch it."
"Winterfell? Oh so you are a Stark..." she deduced as she eyed him from up and down. "Handsome too...Very handsome..."
"I used to be more handsome a couple of years ago." Brandon said slightly defeated because even though he had recovered a fair bit, given the reactions of multiple women, he was still a bit too pale and with a few bones showing in his face.
"You were the one who got whipped right?" Chataya said with an expression of pity.
"Why is everybody remembering that now?"
"I did not mean harm, Milord."
"I know, I was just...letting it out..." he said as he went to his pocket and picked the piece of paper which Daryn's killer had left behind. "Ashara said I should come here...Do you know what this is?" he showed the spiral-looking symbol to Chataya.
The black woman took a good look at it but shook her head after a few seconds. "I have no idea, Milord. I have never seen such a symbol before. Why?"
Brandon folded the paper again and put it back in his pocket. "One of my guards was gutted by some weird individual and this was left behind. I intend to catch the killer."
"I'm sorry for his death, I will keep an eye and an ear out to see if I can find something. I'm sure Shara's idea was that right? Help you find this bad man, yes?"
"Yes." Brandon nodded. "I appreciate it."
"You still have not told me your name Milord." she pressed forward with what seemed like a seductive face.
"I thought you would know my name if you knew I was whipped..."
"I know not," Chataya assured. "I know you because some clients spoke of a Stark that was whipped by the Mad King."
"Brandon. Brandon Stark." he replied. "Anyway, I must go..."
"Stay for a little more, Milord," Chataya said as she grabbed his hand. "Your search needs some pause. Some relief."
"I really should not stay. It's getting late..." Brandon countered but the way she was leaning in the counter now, with her breasts' form easy to see...
"Your instrument says otherwise..." she said with a smirk and giggled when Brandon looked at his crotch to see if his sudden urge of lust was actually that revealing. "The instrument does not lie..."
"It is lying now..." Brandon insisted ashamed, something which he found weird because something that used to be so banal was now...some sort of taboo?
"Let me show you my girls," she said as she pulled him away with a strength he was not expecting to an ornate Myrish screen carved with flowers and other fancies and most importantly naked girls and suddenly he found himself in a common room with stairs leading upstairs to the bedrooms or as he called a few years ago the fuck rooms. At the back, there was a trio of merchants from Essos laughing and saying bawdy jokes as two women, one black and one white danced some exotic dance and occasionally kissed deeply with their tongues or kissed their bare breasts which were nice to look at. By the gilded windows, there were two white blonde women, dressed in tight laces which flew through their smooth skins which the light from the colored glass outlined and showed the forms of their breasts and their nipples. They were smiling, waving at him and sending him air kisses. Oh Gods... "What do you think, Milord? Not all are here, some are upstairs but...it seems you have some offers of a good time..."
Brandon was finding it difficult to contain himself, it had been three years since he last had sex and hearing his brother and his wife go at it every single day when he was there while he stayed idle was tough to bear, so were the ladies in summer dresses that showed the cleavage but this...this reminded him why he loved brothels...And to make matters worse, the whores at the Cold Leg never were this revealing because of the cold. "I shouldn't..."
"You should do what your body tells you." Chataya dismissed. "When did you last had sex?"
"I should not tell."
"I will not tell anyone. I will not judge. I want to help you."
"Why?" he asked, turning himself to her.
"Any friend of Ashara is a friend of Chataya," she said smiling. "And Chataya likes you."
"Chataya likes me? That's interesting." Truth was that Brandon did not wish to succumb to pleasure but then again, he also missed the feeling of a woman's cunt tightening around his cock and the relief that spending himself gave him. Perhaps he really needed it to forget everything as Jaime fucking Lannister told him...He was not promised to anyone anymore. Catelyn would marry Stannis, that was a fact and he should be happy about it...this could let him forget about that too... "And if I was to...give in? I have no coin with me to pay."
"That can be arranged. You and I, upstairs, on the house's account just for today."
Brandon was quite surprised that she actually wanted to have sex with him. He did not imagine that women wanted it anymore but here she was, the owner of a rich pleasure house offering herself to him for free and she was good-looking even if black...But... "That is not very good for business is it?"
"I told you any friend of Ashara is a friend of Chataya and Chataya likes you."
If I accept, I will likely be lost in the pleasures of sex once more. But what about Eli, Barbrey, and Catelyn? Should I accept? Should I profane their feelings for mine? But I think I really need this...What should I do? Aaargh! Gods give me an answer! What should I do? Maybe just this once? Yes...just this once... "Ok...just this once..." he finally replied.
Chataya smiled. "Miley, take care of the entrance."
"Ya taking the handsome one for yerself, Chataya?" One of the blondes said as she stood up from her seat and walked towards him seductively. "Rosey and I were hoping to share him...maybe us three can do that? What do ya say handsome?"
"Not today," Chataya said without a margin for negotiation and somehow Brandon was relieved and that was strange for a few years ago he would have taken the three. "Maybe some other day, if he feels like it."
"Such shame..." Miley said. "If ya change yer ideas, Milord..."
Chataya brought him along before he could reply. "Forgive them. They like your looks and thought you came for sex."
"But I didn't," Brandon said as they climbed the stairs quickly. "And I shouldn't even do this but..."
"I know." she pulled him through a long hall from which Brandon could hear moans, giggles, and other obscene noises. What exactly did Ashara do here? I will have to ask her sometime soon because now I'm curious...Chataya pulled him through another set of stairs to a lonely room. "Here." she announced while she opened the door.
Inside there was a canopied bed, a tall wardrobe decorated with erotic carvings, namely big tits and big cocks, the classic. The lonely window was leaded in a pattern of red and yellow diamonds. Chataya closed the door behind him and looked at him in the eyes. Brandon noticed she was quite tall. He was just slightly taller and he imagined that Ned would be just a couple of fingers taller than her. "Nice room..."
"In the Summer Islands, my land, the Gods we worship praise love, beauty, and fertility." The woman said, ignoring his uneasy comments. "The act of coupling is sacred, there is no shame of having sex and neither should you." Maybe she did hear him...
"It's been a while since I did this so I may be...a bit rusty."
"Do not worry." she knelt before him and opened his breeches and smiled at his hardened cock. "Chataya will take care of you..."
"Hohoho!" Brandon said as he felt the sucking around his member, a sensation he had truly missed. "Gods...I'm so rusty indeed!" Years ago he could handle it but now it was costing him to not spend himself.
The sucking felt heavenly, there was no doubt that Chataya was experienced. Very experienced...Brandon was slowly remembering a lot of things while trying to contain himself, like how he enjoyed moving the women's heads around. He forgot that by doing so he would make it harder to resist his urge to spill his seed...
Chataya stopped sucking and unlaced her silks revealing her shiny ebony body, her teats with literally black nipples...It was the first time Brandon saw a black woman naked and he did not dislike it at all. "Do you like it?"
Brandon smirked as he walked to her and without her expecting it, he picked her up and brought her to the bed, placing her there for him to enjoy. "I confess I like you more like this..."
"Take me..." she whispered in his ear and the wolf in him came out. He immediately started licking her cunt, slowly at first as he remembered his techniques but when he did, he went crazy around her clit. "You're good...very good..."
"Just wait until you get the feel of the full thing," Brandon smirked as he stopped licking and leaned forward, grabbing her left breast with his left hand while his right kept messing with her clit. "You like this?"
"Yes..." she said between moans as he played with her soft breasts. "Keep going!"
"Oh I will," Brandon assured as he leaned forward to suck her nipples which were making him more excited. "Beautiful nipples and teats. Not the biggest I have seen but good and exotic looking. Perfect."
"Then I suppose...you like the service..." she said smiling. "Many enjoy them too..."
He pressed his hardened cock against her cunt and she bit her lower lip. "I do. But I..." he put it in and she squealed a lit bit. "Will test this cunt and make sure..." he started going in and out slowly while she looked at the ceiling and moaned. "You like the service too." And with that, he started increasing his pace and she moaned in pleasure. "After all...you were the one...that wanted it..."
"I like the service..." she replied between moans. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
"Oh I will!" Brandon smirked. "I will fuck you good!"
After a quarter of an hour, he exited the brothel only to find his men guarding the door and with smiles on their faces. "Enjoyed yourself, Milord?" Osric questioned.
"I got everything I could get," he replied. "Unfortunately, no clues about the fucker who killed Daryn but I'm sure we will find him eventually and make him pay." he jumped onto his horse. "Let us return, the day is ending. Tomorrow, I will pay you all a round in the best tavern of the city as compensation for this...wait." And thus the small retinue cheered as they returned to the Red Keep though its leader was still debating if what he did was the right thing even if it was the thing he needed.
free man writer: I'm always proud when I read that someone was inspired by me to write their own story. Go for it. There is plenty of room for Ned/Ashara stories too.
Jebest4781: Thank you very much.
Radomir's Renegades: I don't know what you are talking about...have I written a story with Ned/Ashara kids besides Jon?
Lannisters do appreciate good wine and do interesting things while drinking it. Are you sure Barbrey isn't bitter to House Stark? Willam spoke something about it...
When I first wrote an Alester POV, someone said that I shouldn't have done it because it would spoil their schemes and I get their point by my goal for Alester is to show that even if you are a good schemer, it doesn't always end the way you want and with him...well...
This Brandon POV grew huge and I wasn't expecting it but it's more content for you guys to read while unfortunately, I make you all wait three or four months for a new Chapter. I know the way I'm using for Brandon to leave his regret is not the most optimal at all but it does help him return to his pre-imprisonment persona with the good and bad.
Also, Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate it or don't. I hope that all of you and your loved ones are safe during this pandemic and have so much-needed relaxing time and happiness. For me, I'm a bit disappointed for failing my very ambitious goal of finishing Part 2 before November 22 and even more for being nowhere near its finish but slow and steady I will complete this and all my projects. Hopefully, by November-December of 2022, I'm halfway through this Part. Anyway, without further ado, thank you for sparing time reading, stay safe and if we don't see each other before the New Year, may you all enter 2022 with the right foot.