THE EXILED

I woke up, finding myself on a boat which was being sailed by a hooded-gentleman; the hood he was wearing was black, almost camouflaging into the strange smoke. No, this was not smoke, it was thick-black shadows. I looked down at my hand, seeing it covered in cuts and bruises which faded as the shadows became thicker. I looked at the hooded man, opening my mouth; trying to speak out, ask him all the questions which I could. No words came out. Not even a gasp for breath. Nothing. I looked around, seeing the silhouettes of people staring out of their windows down at me on the boat. I noticed something else about myself, I wore no clothing; not even rags. My cock was hanging out, but I was not tied. I put my hand into the water as the small wooden-boat sailed along it.

I heard tapping from the front of the boat, it was the Hooded man and I looked at him.
"No point in getting into that water, boy." He began, "You will only find yourself back on this boat again."
'Where am I?' I wanted to ask him, only no words could find themselves come off my tongue. I took my hand out from the water. I looked forward, seeing that the building which we were approaching had a rounded-roof, an oval one. The light shining from it was brighter than the other buildings, only this one was different; I felt a burning-sensation from it. We stopped at the dock of the building and the Hooded man turned to me.
"Off you go." He said, turning around again.
I pulled myself up onto the dock, my cock still hanging out inbetween my legs, I turned around; noticing that the Hooded man and the boat were now gone. I made my way into the building, closing the large door behind me.

I put my palm on the walls of the building, it felt greasy. I pressed my hand against it more.
"What are you doing, Exiled?" A voice said behind me, in which I responded, turning to a man stood in front of me; his face was covered by a mask, one made out of black-stone it seemed. He walked over to me, looking at the wall, "Black stone. It's a wonderful type of material, don't you think? Please. Follow me."
The man led me into a room where a group of people were sat down at a large-table, I began to make my way towards the group of people – there were four of them.
"No." A woman said, she was wearing a long, silver dress which matched her long silver hair, her silver-painted lips. Her silver hair, her eyes. She was majestic, I stood there in amazement as I stared at her profound beauty. I tried my hardest to cover my cock, she wore a not-so revealing, but revealing dress I noticed and she scoffed, "He's excited for mine and his session."
"Take a seat next to me, Exiled." A man said who was wearing a mask, his identity covered by one thing; it was made out of black stone, just like the building, similar to the other man in the room; only this one was wearing silver, just like the woman who halted me from sitting down near her. I sat down next to the man wearing nothing but red. I looked up, seeing a woman, her face also covered with black stone; she was wearing a crystal-blue, almost blending into the silver dress which the Silver woman was dressed in. I wanted to say something, ask a question on the masks.
"Don't give him the right to speak yet, Ser Lazrazapho." The Lady in Silver began, "He wants to ask us about our masks. Only he'll leave this building unanswered."
The man wearing Silver, he was Ser Lazrazapho opened his mouth, "You're here because you fled Dragonstone from King Stannis Baratheon. Lady Melisandre exiled you here. Why did you flee?"
Lazrazapho put his hand up, as though he was about to click his fingers, in which he did.

I opened my mouth, feeling something trying to crawl out from the back of my throat, pulling on my tongue. I gagged, feeling the vomit go through my airways. The Silver Woman stood, rushing over to me as she grabbed hold of my naked body.
"He needs my help to get out." She said, holding my body in her arms as I felt the claw try to escape from my body.
What is it? What's inside of me?
The Woman took me into a room, it was also made up of black-stone walls, the bed was broken, almost absorbing into the ground. The Woman laid me down on the bed as I choked, trying to speak; a mumble came out, but even I wasn't sure what I said exactly.
"My name is Ineraleah, Exiled." She said as she took a piece of metal out from a draw, putting it over some fire which was made up of crystals; you could just see the crystal in the flames. "I want to know you, everything about you."
She approached my bed, looking down at me; the creature inside of me struggled to get out of me, which is what I wanted it to do. I began to cry, feeling a tear-drop roll down my cheek. The Woman in Silver wiped my tear with her finger, shaking her head at me.
"Don't cry, Exiled. Don't be scared." She said, holding the crystal-flamed metal-piece over me, "This will only sting a little."
The Woman in Silver put the burning-metal into my mouth, in which the creature inside of me reacted to; letting out a scream which I had never heard before, it was not a sound you would hear from Westeros, that's for sure. The creature flew or something, throwing me across the room as it continued to climb out of me. I fell to the floor.

I couldn't see anything. The only thing I could see was darkness. Darkness from getting knocked out by the creature inside of me. I slowly opened my eyes, seeing a creature made up of the Shadow outside looking at me; it's Silver eyes looking down at me. I jumped to my feet, backing away from it in horror; staring at it with tears in my eyes, stuttering as I struggled to get the words out from my mouth.
"What—What—What is—" I stuttered, unable to finish my question.
The Woman in Silver stood beside the creature, looking at me before she looked at the creature stood next to her.
"Don't worry, sweet child. Your Father is scared, my Prince." She said, stroking it softly; it made a slight purring sound, only smoke came out from its smoke, it's eyes sparkled.
"Father?" I asked.
The Woman in Silver looked at me, "This is your Prince, your Grace."
"What do you mean? I—I don't have a Son!" I argued, "And I'm not ROYALTY either!"
"You're very naïve, aren't you?" She asked me, "Look at your bed, Exiled."
I turned to where the bed was, it was completely remade; silver sheets, I turned around again, seeing a mirror in front of me; I was wearing Silver armour, a Silver crown which had a shadow substance going around it.
She held her hand out to me, The Silver Woman, "This way, your Grace."
I took her hand and she led me out of a door which opened up to a balcony going over the clouds of the strange shadowed-city, unlike the surface of the place, this was much brighter and Ineraleah looked at me.
"Welcome to the City of Asshai."