The Maester
He moaned, turning in his sleep, quite in a slumber until a sharp knocking woke him, the Master sat and rubbed his dirty eyes from sleep then wore his slippers and took a candle and lit it because it was quite in the morn and the sun didn't show yet, he opened the door, a guard with a grave and weary face met him " a-ah, what could I do. " the guard didn't seem to truly see him but answered if he was only useful in situations like these " the Lord has need of, so whatever elderly or useless things you where doing stop at once and come. " he dipped his head in respect because nothing would do and he understood that the word the Lord was meant as graving on him to try him but he bit his tongue " no issue, just give me time to change to my shoes. " the guard didn't even nod he just parted a little space, he got to his room and took off his feather slippers and wore his shoes and left .
Brandon
Brandon moved swiftly, hand on pommel with his four usual guards and two new recruits Eddor and Akorr, the soft chilly morning wids and lack of sun rays still didn't temper his bulging head veins and reddish face ,his eyes as if they were radiating strong heated rays, it made his brown eyes seem black, he stopped, he wore a light grey tunic, brown leather breeches and in top of them chain mail with knee armor and practical breastplate and high leather brown boots and he also wore a light yellow cape with a frost shard in the shape of a pin, it was a rarety if he got angry but some situations made him lose himself to raw pure anger, some things where beyond his morality, there where things that need dealt with, he turned and saw his guards then finally he saw the Maester, he advanced further close to the cliff, and the soldiers and guards advanced and the Maester did, some loyal guard said " be wary m'lord you could fall. " he nodded " I thank you for your interest. " Brandon turned " did you bring him? " after some minutes some soldiers dragged a tied man, Brandon glared at him, he gestured with his hand so they put him beside him, he looked seeing their attention " this shit filth, really wasn't educated nor he cares about rights, not only he stole 5000 gold coins he also has the audacity to try and piss ! in the special place in the gardens that it would grow in it a Weirwood tree ! " the man looked scared but oh if he knew what was stored in him, Brandon asked " isn't truly unsatisfying to try to steal from a Lord in a poor island with old coin ? " the thief trembled and looked around " I'am no craftsmen or strong nor I smarty or a a fisher so why not and you aren't the true Lord, you don't look like how the Lords who rule the Dragon Isles and so is your soldiers I say you are invaders and the Old coin is Valyrian money and dipps on my cousin he became rich selling Valyrian coin from Lys. " he ended with new found smugness and a disgusting smirk played on his lips " you truly are the shit that was born instead of your father's rotten seed, no shame, no guilt, no self-esteem, the Targaryens threatened the North and the Starks, they had to pay for retribution and I'm a true man who acts on his promises that's mean that I'm the Lord of the Dragon Isles and the gold coins are mine! " the man who was shorter than him and was slim and short, had thick eye brows, thick, broad nose, brown bloodshot eyes, long greasy brown hair short greasy brown beard and crooked yellow teeth that had holes in them and his skin was dark from days of not washing and had some tan, he wore old ripped brown clothes and had bare feet, he laughed " I was taking fancy because you're a Lord, I don't give two dipps about your reasons. " he twisted his neck and snarled " Maester come and read me the leaders. " the Maester looked scared but complied " well, My Lord, the day before there was from 7000 to 9000 and maybe more gold dragon coins. " Brandon nodded then reached behind him and retrieved a purse " this evidence is a purse taken from the thief is 5000 gold coins, know make your summing. " after some minutes he said " it would have been left with 4000 gold coins. " He looked at the filthy creature " not surprising, he must have been raped to be born with that womb of his mother must have been a iron barrel and he must have hit his head when he was born ." the man became angry, struggling, hands tied " why don't you untie me and we can deal with it like man ." Brandon rose his eye brows " no problem, boys untie him. " they looked " you sure. " he flexed his fingers " oh, very much. " they did so and the pathetic excuse of a man launched himself only for Brandon to knee him in the stomach, he fell struggling for air he screamed so he took a step backwards making him fall on the rocky landscape he tried again " how dare you , you filth ." He kneed him in the groan then elbowed him in the thick artery near the neck making fall and throw up, Brandon took his normal long blue sword and started hitting him, then his eyes flashed with sinister intention " where is your mettle. " he jumped so he kicked a long kick across the jaw and took his clothes to hold his hair as he repeatedly bunched him in the face and looked coldly as he fell and started spitting blood, Brandon breathed " tell me, are you adventures, are you young, do you have a family. " he looked " I want to stay in place if me was rich yup, I just turned 37 and I fancy myself free I rape young ones and when I own coin and pleasure pretty whores me not for marriage. " Brandon grinned savegly " you see I didn't want any unsolved issues, no affront with the Old God's and I see that you are a rule breaker, a heathen to every religion. " the foolish man trampled, pissing himself to the ground. " then he tried to claw to escape so a soldier came and kicked in the back, he turned and spoke with a low sharp voice " come Maester, here. " then he gave him the purse " you will find 5000 and three gold coins two soldiers will assist you. " Brandon continued " big actions deem punishment, for my lack of care of rules and regulations with how much they annoy me , defying the God's by stealing that much from a Lord appointed by their will then raping and insulting the said generous Lord who could have fed you to the hounds or shopped your limps didn't. " then his eyes met the fearful eyes of the Maester and he smiled sadisticly " you now treachery in the North is a crime, like trying to now contents you have no right to know and sending messages about your friendly Lord or using your position to scare a poor servant boy, that is heinous, I of course was making suggestions. " he made a straight face, eyes gleaming as if a young boy was allowed to wager in a hound's competition then made a gesture for the shocked and trembling Maester to leave which he did after taking the gold coin purse, Brandon turned " take off his clothes and bring the cart and ropes. " he finished calmly, they held his struggling form as they ripped his clothes leaving him in a small clothes, he looked slim with visible bones probably because of malnutrition and drinking, they took the ropes and tied his hands and legs together then took him and shoved him in the iron cart that they brought from behind a large rock then the tied him to it, the Maester came with the soldiers as he memorises every foot sound " Ah ,come you will have the honor of seeing justice served in Northern fashion and I believe it to be unique that Essosi or Andali fashion, normally thiefting will have your fingers cut off or your hand burned but I have rather colorful ideas and the boys wants a spectacle. " they laughed and cheered, he got close " thief in the name of Torrhen of the House Stark, the King of Winter and King in the North you are sentenced to die, do you have any last word. " " please, mercy m'lord, mercy on your gentle soul. " his mucus and tears dripping on his face, Brandon turned then faced him grinning the beard atop his lips making him sinister like a Wolf " but I'm not gentle, nor a southerner to fall for your empty words. " then he bushed the cart, he made a straight face as he screamed atop of his lungs, as he fell then another as rich blood splattered, then his neck snapped then his back Cracked making blood splatter, then his jaw snapped and blood went everywhere, then his head was split as more blood colored the rocks and more making it look like a long tapestry, than no sight, Brandon turned " truly satisfying, I feel alive, his wicked life was absorbed by me, feels like justice and vengeance and lots of blood, right boys! "They cheered then he walked and looked at his hands and said " boys lets wash our hands from the filth ." the cheered then he walked towards the Maester and started tapping with force " I truly hope you do not dissapoint me, now let's see the ledgers before it's late and don't forget to pay the servants. " he nodded and he asked " and later My Lord ? " he responded " after that I sleep it's still early . " then they went.
Brandon took the pillow with a hole it was black and very soft, it had a hole he took off his last small clothes and began thrusting, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting, and again, a second time, it was reliving not quite like the original sensation but good, he couldn't afford to lay with a young maid because it could create complications, a Bastard or she could become obsessive or his future wife could hear and cheat on him, as he wouldn't want to add more because he killed her brother-lover, he got up and threw the pillow and dressed and said " maid! " she came " take the billow and throw it. " she nodded so he left the unused chamber and while leaving there near the ceiling was a painting off a woman with brown eyes and long light brown hair with a plain body in a silky dark violet robe.