A/N: I would like to thank Deus Vult Infidel for covering for me in this chapter. He wrote the little scene involving some sexual interaction and help edit it as well, so I would like to give credit where credit is due. There is some mature scenes in this one, so please be aware. This is the first of my double upload for today thank you! This is the debut of the mystery OC
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Odyn
As Odyn Sand tiptoed outside the room, he tried his best to avoid tripping over one of the few dozen whores he had bought from the night before. He tossed a pouch of dragons and stags, for services rendered, onto a chair in the corner and quietly shut the door behind him. Odyn walked down the winding corridors, the morning sun shining through the brothel's windows, tinted by the vibrant colors of the soft silk curtains. There was not a sound in that uncertain hour after first light, silent save for the yawns and moans of other clientele. He walked to a nearby mirror and ruffled his black hair. Odyn looked upon his lean and rugged frame, strong and fast, yet lithe and graceful. Despite his drunken stupor, he made his way downstairs through the ramshackle, three-story building and into the common room with not even a stumble.
The brothel's circular common room was empty. Tinted glass windows and singers on pipes lent a light and airy atmosphere, and Fine tapestries hung from the ceiling and murals painted in vivid Myrish style decorated the red brick walls. It was a respectable establishment, richly furnished and meticulously detailed, for nothing less than the finest tastes and richest folk. The brothel was fit for a king. And from the whispers Odyn heard on his way through the streets, frequented by the King.
The barkeeps and servants were scrubbing the low tables and sifting through the cushions and couches, retrieving any detritus and vigorously scrubbing at the odd stain, or perfuming the air to cover the stench of spent loins and spilled wine. Odyn walked to a row of empty stools around a spotless and meticulously cleaned stone counter and sat down. The counter was being scrubbed by a tall, comely young woman. Her skin was soft, supple, and unblemished. Her ripe, curvaceous body was accentuated by a knee-length silk dress. She had long, flowing hair down to her waist, a deeper shade of sunset red. Her pale blue dress complimented the already stunning blue of her eyes, innocent and doe-like. Her full, pouty lips curved into a smile as she looked at Odyn.
They stared at each other for a long while, and Odyn felt a smirk grace his lips as she blushed. He could feel many thirsts, but decided to sate his thirst for another flagon of wine first. Realizing what she was doing the past minute or so, she quickly strode to him, ready to take his order.
"Sorry for the wait, Odyn, you must've been thirsty!" she greeted him cheerfully, her face still reddened with embarrassment.
I'm thirsty, Odyn thought, that's for damned sure. He smiled again, and he saw her eyes flutter, but she quickly regained whatever was left of her composure. And she was starting to seem familiar to him, but he just couldn't place how. How does she know my name? And who else have I been telling it?
"Would you like a drink?"
"Thanks. I'll have a glass of Dornish Strongwine, and an extra bottle of the same for the road." Odyn, after sifting through the pockets of his red silk tunic, slid her a few dragons in a small leather pouch across the counter to pay for the wines. Oddly enough, the pouch of dragons felt heavier and looked larger than it ought to be, but he ignored it, passing it off as a terrible hangover.
"Of course. Dornish Strongwine, coming right up." she smiled, turned away and strode to the wine cellar. Her round hips bounced with every step she took. Odyn's eyes followed her lush curves and long legs. Thank the Gods he was sitting down.
"Her name's Judith, if you cared about that."
Odyn, shocked and torn from his perfect view, turned to face the voice. Odyn Sand, always thinking with the wrong head. Two stools away from him sat an elegantly dressed man of short stature and a slender build. The man was snickering quietly, his bearded mouth grinning. His mouth laughed, but Odyn noticed how his twinkling jade eyes never laughed with it. He could not place where or when he heard it, but he recognized the stranger's derisive, mocking voice at the first syllable.
Odyn, though shocked and angry, did his best to keep his composure. My father's rage had cost him much. I better not follow him in that regard. Gracefully, he pretended to start chuckling with him. To be safe, he kept a good distance from the dead-eyed stranger. Their laughter soon calmed, and the two strangers were left smiling to themselves.
"Odyn. Your Strongwine, for here and for on your travels." Judith beckoned Odyn as she walked back to the countertop from the cellar, carrying a massive, red bottle of Strongwine. She gently placed the vintage down on the countertop.
"Many thanks to you, Judith." Odyn thanked her with a warm sense gratitude.
She froze briefly after he said her name. Biting her lip, she continued wiping the countertops clean. As they had already been for the past half an hour or so. And even stranger, his oddly heavy pouch of dragons, payment for his drink, had been left untouched.
And as he turned to his right, the stranger was still laughing. "Seven Hells, can you just explain whatever the fuck it is you're trying to pull on me? What's so funny?" Odyn swore furiously.
The man turned and looked him straight into his eyes. "You really don't know, do you?" He laughed incredulously. "A bit rude of you, really. If I were you, I'd at least remember the first girl I bought for the night."
Slowly, the memories of last night came rushing back to him, and suddenly he felt as if his head was being crushed beneath a mountain.
Flashback
It was his second day in King's Landing, leaving behind the humble alehouse room he had bought the night before. The sun was setting and bathing the city in an orange glow, the horizon turning to a swirl of red-gold light. After the sun had set, he left his little room and began his nightly prowl through the long, winding pathways of King's Landing for a second time.
He was walking through the city streets, under the starry skies. Odyn thirsted for a strong drink in the night to warm him to bed. Hoping to come across one tavern or another eventually, he continued trudging through the masses of commoners. Surveying the streets, he saw bustling alehouses, smithies, and platoons of City Watchmen in gold cloaks patrolling the streets. He heard rumors from the city, of King Robert's hand Jon Arryn dying of a fever. And from traders and travelers from the North, word was spreading of a new Hand of The King to be chosen. Considering how close they were, it was easy to see that King Robert Baratheon, in a few week's time, will officially announce his loyal friend and comrade Eddard Stark of Winterfell as the second most powerful man in all of Westeros.
His thoughts were interrupted by the odd sight of a cart wheel rolling out of a wide alleyway between an alehouse and a line of run-down houses. Odyn stepped back, managing to catch the wheel before it rolled into the road. Still holding it, he gazed into the alley. On the other side, he saw an open ring of ramshackle slums overlooking a circular courtyard. The faded red brick walls were older than their method of construction. These housing complexes were most likely created from salvageable bricks left in the aftermath of the Sack of King's Landing by the Lannisters, whom one of which raped and murdered his aunt Elia and killed his young cousins Aegon and Rhaenys. Odyn would know; His father never stopped talking about it. His hands were bleeding as he clenched the wooden wheel in fists of rage. Elia Martell. They raped her. They murdered her. They killed her children. May the Gods have mercy on the Lannisters. We won't.
As Odyn walked into the alley, he could hear signs of struggle, merciless laughter, and the high voice of a man begging for his life. He laid down the wheel against the alley's wall. His walk broke into a sprint as he drew his longsword and raised his buckler in one fluid motion. When he reached the opening, he saw a stout man in a brown, roughspun robe surrounded by a gang of 6 unkempt, brightly dressed ruffians who reeked of a dead man's shit. On the other side of the courtyard, he saw a mostly intact cart, filled with cargo crates and missing a wheel.
"Please, I don't know who any of you are or what you want, just please don't kill me. I-I swear, I'll give you anything you wa-" The stout man was punched in the gut, falling to the ground and crumpling in a heap. He kept his arms over his head and knees over his chest, readying for the worst and last beating of his life. The tallest and huskiest ruffian, in clashing, patchwork silks that clashed even harder with his mud-caked leather boots laughed, a low rumble. He leaned in close to the man on the ground, grabbed him by his throat and threw him back to the ground. The leader stepped back to rally his gang.
"You're gonna learn today, big fella." The husky one said lasciviously, unlacing his colored breeches and displaying his engorged member as his gang followed in suit. "You're going to learn today."
Not even a second after, the rest of his crew, their now flaccid members dangling from their breeches, screamed and reeled away. They beheld the gruesome sight of a good foot and a half of castleforged steel protruding from their master's mouth. His bulging eyes were wide open, and blood flowed all over his silks as he let out a rasping rattle like a babe being tossed into an a viper pit. He fell to his knees as Odyn yanked the blade from the back of his skull, and hacked his head off with one clean blow, bathing him in a shower of crimson. Walking over the leader's corpse disgustedly and into the midst of the gang, he spoke one word in a calm voice: "Run." The gang, having regained their wits, proceeded to scramble out the alley, climbing over each other to escape. Outside the alley, Odyn heard a scramble of guards accosting the men, and riotous laughter from the commoners still awake at this hour
Odyn helped the portly man to his feet, helping him recover a few pouches of coin the gang leader took from him. "By the Gods, are you okay?" Odyn asked, concerned.
"Nothing to worry about. Say what you will of my size, boy, but I can certainly take a punch, that's for damned sure." The man's voice, high and pitiful, turned sharp and thin as a knife.
Helping the man to the alley's entrance and more or less intact cart, he picked up the wheel he had laid aside before engaging in combat with the gang. "I was walking on the street when this rolled out of the alley. It's in good shape, and I can fix your cart. I'll even help you bring your goods to wherever you need." Odyn offered.
"Thanks, boy. Kindness like yours is a rare commodity in this city. Everybody's someone else and nothing's ever as it seems. It's good to know there's kind young lads like you left. This city's a web of lies, and I dread to meet the spider at its center."
"No problem. Now, let's get back to fixing your cart, yes? I hope we can still get to where you need to be." Odyn was tightening the wheel around its axle, the surprisingly strong stranger lifting the cart up with all his might. After a few minutes of ensuring the tightness of the wheel's fitting's, the two men held the cart up, and rolled it out of the alley. As they were guiding it down the road, Odyn suddenly realized a glaring lack of an important part of the cart.
"Did you have a horse or anything with you before you got ambushed by those fools?" Odyn asked nervously, hoping he wouldn't have to track down a horse through the city this late at night.
The stout man laughed heartily, his voice muffled by a heavy, roughspun cowl shrouding his face in shadow. "Where we need to go is only across a few streets, boy. No use buying a horse for such a short distance, am I right?" Odyn nodded in agreement, and for the last few minutes left in their walk, silently rolled the cart along.
They finally arrived outside a large, three story tall building, which despite its ramshackle construction, stood elegantly alongside the fancier venues Odyn observed in his two days at King's Landing. As Odyn noticed the red lantern hanging over the establishment's door, he realized where he is.
"A brothel. What are you delivering to a brothel, this late at night, in multiple heavy boxes?" Odyn was only curious. He wouldn't argue going here even if he knew it.
"A favor for an old… Friend of mine." Odyn shrugged along, but he knew that if you had to call someone a "friend of yours", you weren't really friends with them.
The two secured their cart and cargo, the stout man calling over a few muscled guards in mail and half-helms to bring the remaining bulk of the crates. With much anticipation, Odyn walked in.
They now stood in a crowded common room, filled with tables and cushioned chairs. A singer and a band of pipes and lutes played songs that made even Odyn blush. They walked through the sea of nubile young women, dressed in the thinnest and finest silk gowns with nothing underneath, held close to the laps of their lovers, leading them upstairs, and fondling them tenderly. As Odyn began to stop and enjoy the scenery, his companion shot him a glare beneath his heavy hood, and yanked him along. He led him to the countertop nearby, and they both sat down, Odyn throwing glances at some available girls. Another man soon sat down with them, next to the portly stranger and two chairs down from Odyn. They whispered intensely for a while, and the other man soon addressed Odyn, as guards were coming from the outside, taking the crates to the back of the kitchens.
"You've done a fine service to me and my good friend here, Odyn Sand. I appreciate your help and the protection of our interests from those vagrants earlier this night. Take this, for services rendered." Before he could protest with his claims of just doing the right thing and needing mo payment, a heavy pouch of coin was slid to him across the counter. Odyn opened it, and he was greeted by the lovely sound of shiny gold dragons clinking. He soon found himself
He looked to his right, hoping to thank the man. There was a short, slender and youthful man with dark, greying hair. And pinned to the breast of his elegant robes was an ornate silver mockingbird. His bearded face grinned, but his jade-green eyes remained… Distant.
"I thank you for this, my good man. But you know, I must ask; What is your name?"
"My name's Baelish. Petyr Baelish. I'm the owner of this fine establishment. And yes, your payment can be spent here. I'm sure you're eager to do so after a long day, and I'll be glad to provide you the opportunity." Petyr whistled, beckoning over a gorgeous young lady with long legs, wearing a silk blue dress that brought out the blue in her eyes. Her skin was pale and unblemished. She was tall and slim, yet buxom and curvaceous in all the right places. Her long, sunset-red hair fell cascaded from her shoulders, and Odyn could feel his loins stir at the sight of her beauty. When she walked into the bar from the kitchens, she waved shyly and anxiously, but when her eyes met Odyn's, they locked him into her sultry stare. Her gaze turned innocent, wicked and alluring, all at once. She walked around the counter and sat down next to Odyn, blushing at the sight of his growing manhood he tried desperately to hide under the countertop
"Aren't you glad you're sitting down?" Petyr Baelish jested warmly.
He wasn't wrong. One look with her eyes and her pouty lips, and he was on her like stallion after a mare in heat. "Odyn, do you know why your pouch of coin is a whole lot heavier than usual for a girl just as beautiful as her?"
"And why is that, Lord Baelish?"
"She's a virgin. The newest addition to our staff. So do her a favor, and give her the best first time you can. Take one head away and give her another, if you catch my meaning. And without further delay, I must bid you goodnight, my friend." Baelish laughed charmingly, and with an approving nod, toasted to Odyn and his woman with a glass of wine and returned to his whispers with his old friend.
Odyn looked back at Baelish and his stout companion and smiled, filled with unspoken yet palpable gratitude. Without a moment's hesitation, he got up from his seat at the bar, took her hand, and raced upstairs.
The busy night left them with a third story room, with a balcony overlooking the skyline of King's Landing under the moonlight. The two young lovers were left staring at each other. "Forgive my manners, but I forgot to ask: My name's Odyn Sand. What's your name?" Odyn whispered as he held her close.
"Judith. My name's Judith." She whispered back into his ear as he slid his deft hands up her dress, and tenderly stroked the heat between her legs, already wet and ever-willing She shuddered with a gasp. Her eyes fluttered as she failed to suppress a growing moan. "Yes. Forever and always, yes…"
"I can tell this is your first time, Judith." Odyn took a swig of strongwine he had brought for his midnight venture with his remaining hand, his other hand never losing its steady focus. " I'll make sure to take this easy on you, and if at any time you feel uncomfortable and you want to stop, just tell me. I want you to feel happy and safe, so you do and say what you mu-"
His words were quieted beneath her passionate kiss. She tasted like strawberries and custard, and with light hands, Judith guided his fingers deeper into her. She let out wails of ecstasy in between kisses and even faster strokes of Odyn's fingers. Faster and harder, Odyn was an artist at work. It was at that moment that she unlaced her dress and slipped off her straps, letting her pale blue dress slink to the floor. Beneath her dress, she wore nothing else. Still moaning, she helped her eager hands to unlacing Odyn's breeches swiftly.
Her eyes widened at the glorious sight, looking first to Odyn's smiling eyes and back to his endowment, many times over until Odyn gave a warm chuckle. "The Gods gave me one blessing."
Still standing, Odyn leaned in close, his hand moving to fondle her pale, supple breast. "You know the old saying, the more the merrier?" She looked up and loosened her grasp on his member, and gave a wicked smile. With another kiss in the moonlight, two lovers locked in carnal embrace, the last thing he could remember of the night was a long swig of strongwine with his free hand as the other caressed Judith's soft back.
Present-Day
Shook from his recollections, his mind returned to somewhere now, Judith smiling at him while wiping the spotless tables and Petyr Baelish laughing good-naturedly two seats down from him. Immediately, Odyn jumped out of his seat. "I remember you! You're Lord Baelish!" He was immediately filled with great fear. Odyn Sand would not suffer lightly for swearing at the Master of Coin. Petyr, seeming to smell his fear, eased and smiled kindly.
"I can understand your shock, Odyn. I know that even the best of us aren't the most particularly sensitive or tactful of folk while hungover. You need not worry." Petyr Baelish patted him on the back reassuredly.
"I am grateful for your forgiveness and understanding, Lord Baelish. Thank you. But I remain curious of a few, inconsistencies in my memory." Odyn turned and gestured to his strangely heavy pouch of coin he drew from his silk robe.
"Well you see, that's another funny story. I don't know what the hell you did with Judith, but she enjoyed the experience so much, that even as you hastily filled the coin pouch between whores, she refused to accept your gold. That isn't the pay for your drink. It was supposed to be your payment for her." Odyn's eyes widened, and a smile spread across his face. He picked up his heavy coin pouch, and turned to Judith, winking. To his pleasure, Odyn caught her mid-longing glance at him, her pale blue eyes staring at him like she couldn't believe he was real. She blushed, her pale face turning redder than her hair.
"So Odyn, I suppose you're staying a while in King's Landing, right? Well if you are, you're welcome to my establishment at any reasonable time you please." Petyr Baelish offered.
"My thanks to you, Lord Baelish. I'll be happy to visit. And Judith?" Odyn called out. She looked up sharply from her counter.
"I guess I'll see you around." He blew a kiss to her, and strode to the common room's doors, opening to the sun rising over the city's skyline.
"I hope you do, Odyn Sand. I hope you do." Judith, already yearning for his touch and his passionate love, returned the kiss. As Odyn walked out onto the city streets, he savored her sky-blue eyes for one last time, as the doors shut between them.
And there Odyn was again, alone on the streets, yearning for another adventure. But as he walked with confidence and youthful vigor, disturbing questions he once could ignore returned to his consciousness. How did Petyr Baelish know my name? Odyn had told nobody his real name, save for Judith. And Lord Baelish had already addressed him Odyn Sand before his time with Judith. His mind wandered to the stout man's words. This city's a web of lies, and I dread to meet the spider at its center. Had Odyn flew blindly into the web?
As he took a swig of his bottle of strongwine to dull his troubled mind, he could not help but see perched silver mockingbirds atop the red lanterns all across the alley. The wolves howled, the stags charged and the lions roared. And the little mockingbird spread its wings to take flight, for places beyond.