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 Between the Silk Sheets, Aegon
Minisa Rivers
 Posted: Apr 26 2018, 05:21 AM
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27 years old
RIVERLANDS
Lord Baelish
Bastard Born
Riverlands
Whore



Her new duties as the madam of Lord Baelish's brothel were much more taxing than she had anticipated, though she would not argue that it was something she could not handle. Actually she felt more like a Lady in a Keep with the responsibilities of running the household. Making sure that the girls were awake, fed, dressed and such. Anyone that had too much wine was taken for a bath and a hot meal to curb any illness. She had to make sure that the kitchen was stocked with food and wine and report the inventory. All of this while finding time to entertain clients, learn secrets and report to Lord Baelish. At least the part where she entertained clients was still enjoyable though no longer her main focus. She took clients when she could but honestly he new role made her focus on the girls/boys. Getting them ready and taking care of their needs. It was almost a lovely reminder about the "joys" of having children. Minisa mentally noted to get herself some moon tea to make sure that her moon blood came as it should have.

Just as Minisa had sat down and stretched out on her bed there was a knock on her door. Quickly rising and opening the door to greet the person on the other side. Oh she hoped it was not that new girl with some stupid question. Thankfully it was a servant with a folded up parchment that bore the seal of the mocking bird. Her employer's seal. Thanking the servant before shutting the door to read his letter in private. It was instructions to bath, dress in her finest and head to the Red Keep while keeping her purpose a secret. So she did as instructed with haste as to not offend her employer. The letter did specify to wait until the cover to night, meaning that her client wanted to keep her visit to a discretion. Certain men preferred it that way either for their reputation or to keep their wife obviously to their actions. Either way, Minisa did not care why her client wanted her to be discrete. All that matter was her ability to please him (or her). No name had been provided.

Quickly she did as instructed in the letter. Selecting an elegant but simple gown. Most of the guards knew who she was at this point considering that she entertained many of them and was seen about the keep on occasion. Still she did not wish to draw attention to herself so she slipped on a warm cloak before embracing the cold of the night. Moving quickly until she was within the walls of the Red Keep and encountered her employer at the usual meeting spot. They did not exchange any words. Instead she followed his lead in silence as they moved privately through the keep. This had happened to Minisa a handful of times before so she understood the process. Now was not the time to speak or ask who is was she would be visiting this evening. Rather she kept her gaze on the feet in front of her and focused on keeping pace.

They walked through various corridors until they stopped by an unfamiliar door. No additional instructions were given but she understood to go inside and wait. Wait for her mystery guest. So she did. Closing the door behind her. At least the room was already light by a roaring fire in the fireplace and many candles in strategic locations. The room was not distinct. Minisa assumed that it was an unused guest room. One that gave the optimum amount of privacy. The heavy door shut behind her as she moved towards the fire. Slipping the cloak from her shoulders and draping it over a chair. The chill of the room had disappeared, meaning that the fire had likely been set up hours in advanced in preparation of her arrival. She hoped to not disappoint her client. The curiosity of knowing who it was had finally hit her. Each sound made her turn her head towards the door, hoping that it was her client's arrival.

Then finally the door opened to reveal her client. Of course she knew him. Who in the realm did not know the Crowned Prince. Quickly she rose and offered him the respect he deserved with a curtsey. "Your Grace." There was a smirk on the corner of her lips. Bedding the Crowned Prince would definitely be something interesting and it was well worth the wait of her curiosity.
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Aegon Targaryen
 Posted: May 15 2018, 10:01 PM
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21 years old
CROWNLANDS
The Iron Throne
Targaryen
Dragonstone
Prince



ooc: also, so sorry here because the end of semester had me like a bird brain.

He was in his cups, not far but in them. The day had been stressful, starting its mount with a council meeting his father had been absent from and his wife too opinionated in. The woes of the realm were heavy on his shoulders, more so now than ever before, and the even lent him to his private study. He had spent the morning solving probems, the afternoon entertaining relations, and the evening mending the wounds of war. Visenya retired to her apartments, something he was thankful at times they still reserved for her. It gave them both time to sooth and cool from the other's flame when needed. He had taken his him in the bath, letting the steam of the waters boil away his stress. Aegon had also taken his time in mulling his mind around his quarters, dressing in the simple, yet elegant clothes that influenced little opinion. He doubted he would see much of anyone tonight. He had been content to stay, with his silver-gold strands drip drying by the fire, in his little bubble... until he realized he had misplaced a book he wanted.

He had quickly and quietly drawn himself together, a cloak against the chill that had begun to haunt the southern halls pulled around his shoulders by an enormous jeweled broach in the shape of the house sigil. He exited his study, thinking back to the last place he had held ]The History of Coin and Currency. His heels wounded around a corner or two, a knit of his brow at the reminded from the Lord Baelish. They had been discussing it, in the guest room he had claimed a day or two just before, and readdressed it today. That man had a way of inception, Aegon often thought, as if he knew the King-to-be might become obsessed with it at the hint of problems it might lend advice to. Lord Baelish was smarter than he was given credit for, and probably than he should be. It must still be there, he decided, and let his leather boots lead the way.

It was a room generally unoccupied and unguarded. It was a guest room, of which the Red Keep held many. If they were without a worthy head, why dispense the knights, especially in a time like this? The hands and swords were needed elsewhere. He approached the door, pausing just before in wonderment for a knock - no one should be there, right? He pushed the heavy wood, surprised by the trickle of fire light that grabbed at the crack once ajar. His dark brows furrowed, if someone was inside, why was there not a guard at the door? Had his orders been ignored? He thought, perhaps, it could be a mistake of a servant. Someone lit a fire where it did not need be.

He pushed on when no one immediately yelled for a close, drawing himself inside the room before closing with a heavy thud and click behind him. His lavender eyes looked around, finding the room more alight than a simple fire as well as a girl in the middle. She called to him, curtsied for him even, "Have you been... waiting for me?" He asked with apprehension and doubt. It felt too coincidental to be... well, to be unplanned. A girl, alone, likely employed by the man he had chatted with just days before inside this very room, with a hint to seek out tonight. Had Littlefinger been up to something?

It was a growing knowledge that Aegon was troubled, with his wife and Kingdom, he doubted the man had not picked up on such. He had his hands in every dealing, or so it seemed as Aegon continued to understand his place in court, "You're one of Lord Baelish's Ladies, aren't you?"The baritone of his voice continued, "Did he send you here?" What would it mean if he had? The Prince wondered, and wondered how he should act in such a situation. His mind told him to find the wine, and his hand came up to his forehead, a palm to the rounded surface. Only a moment delayed him from his step to the left, headed on the path to another cup he remembered from just a few days prior. He poured one for her too, looking back at her, and then to the set of cups. He brought one to her, still hesitant and curious. "What's your name, who are you?"
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Minisa Rivers
 Posted: Jun 6 2018, 04:53 PM
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27 years old
RIVERLANDS
Lord Baelish
Bastard Born
Riverlands
Whore



Her client seemed confused by her presence. Did he not request a girl from Lord Baelish? Or was she supposed to be an offering from her employer to the Crowned Prince as some sort of gift? Having little knowledge herself, Minisa had just assumed that a girl had been requested so now she needed to switch gears. She needed to make sure that he stayed and used her otherwise her employer would be less than pleased with her performance. At first she did not respond as she assumed that more questions would be coming after a moment or two. And she was correct. It was like a light had gone off in his head as he realized that she was meant for him and was placed there by only one person in the entire realm. If a whore was involved then it was likely the work of Lord Baelish. The Crowned Prince was smart enough to assess the situation and realize what the member of the Small Council had concocted.

There were so many questions that the prince had for her before she finally was given a chance to answer him. "Yes your grace. I am employed by Lord Baelish and it was he who brought me to this room. Though he was secretive about who I would be meeting with. Thus is his sign that I should be discrete as well." Minisa wanted to be clear that she was not going to go around bragging about this encounter. That information often placed men at ease as it lifted the idea that they needed to protect themselves. Discretion was a huge part of her job. Though she still reported back to her employer and since the prince knew that she reported to Lord Baelish, he would like be cautious with his tongue. But it was not what was said that was always the biggest indication of information. She watched his movements. She watched how he seemed lost and uneasy at the suddenness of the situation. Hopefully his startled appearance would fade once they had some wine. Of course she thanked him for the glass and took a small sip before setting it down on the nearest table. Her work was best done without a glass in hand. Slowly she moved her hands up and rested them on the curve of her hip. Smiling as the situation called for two people that were relaxed.

"My name is Minisa Rivers." As bastard by name and birth though she was raised with finer things that most bastards received. She had been educated along side her half brother, dressed in fine things and treated like the daughter of a Lord most of the time. All things must come to an end and now she was in Kings Landing with nothing but her name (and a few of her mother's trinkets). But she was not suffering. No. Far from it. Minisa was well paid, had nicer things than she had in her childhood and was (hopefully) about to bed the Crowned Prince. Rivers had gotten her further than Whent ever would. "As stated before I work for Lord Baelish in his brothel. Though I was recently prompted to the Madam of the house." There was confidence as she explained her new achievement. So proud of herself. "I am here to serve you in whatever capacity that you will have me in. Of course if I displease then perhaps I may send someone more to your tastes and preferences." Some men required the blunt answer of that she was there for sex. Those dense men were easy to get between her legs. But since he was not expected her and since he was the Crowned Prince, Minisa wanted to use a certain level of tack. A subtleness that obviously explained her purpose.

"If I am to stay then would it be alright if I were to call you Aegon or would you prefer 'Your Grace' or another name entirely? The last thing she wished to do was offend him and risk loosing him this evening.
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Aegon Targaryen
 Posted: Jul 12 2018, 01:43 AM
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21 years old
CROWNLANDS
The Iron Throne
Targaryen
Dragonstone
Prince



She inclined her head towards him as his fingers slipped the glass into her hand, the tips of his fingers brushing against her own in the transition. The crown prince paused, letting his mind mend around the idea that Lord Baelish had arranged this encounter. The glass in his hand was cool to the touch despite the heat he felt on his skin at her blatant proclamation of discretion. It wasn't that he had never laid with a woman other than his sister-wife, nor was it that he had never sought the company of a sugar girl for a night in exchange for a coin, but more the comfort she spoke in. Where all of Lord Baelish's ladies as quick to try and ease the burning ears of men turning to the sheets instead of steeling their nerves for their responsibilities and obligations?

Aegon took a sip, a rather large one, letting his eyes slink over the golden rim and down her frame. Her lips were full, he noted, and turned up into a smile. One that almost coaxed another from his own. The crowned prince let her speak, another mouthful at the mention of her name, a pull at the sound of Baelish's enterprise, and a final swallow at the option for another. He almost chuckled, the end of his breath carrying up towards the high ceilings of the dimly light chamber, "An exchange is not necessary." His free hand raised in decline before turning from her and finding the carafe to refill his glass's content, "Aegon is fine. I prefer it most of the time, whether the door open or closed." In truth, his title had never weighed on him much until this year. He supposed that's how he even ended up in a room with a woman he hadn't requested... His attitude must have been tighter wound than he realize for Baelish to organize this. Either to make his presence in the meetings more bearable or as an opportunity for favor, or perhaps, both.

"Madam of his house," The young man said aloud with a raise of one eyebrow, "Do you find your new responsibilities cumbersome?" Aegon let his voice lull, seeking a little comfort in the nook of her smile, "Does it always involve waiting for... well," His eyes left her, wondering if he really wanted the connection that a conversation might yield. He yearned for it, a little more than he might have ever admitted. His rhythm with Visenya strained to silence, his grip on his future kindgom crushing, war raged, all of it left him coiled. His hand motioned around the room, trying to find a sweeter way of saying it, "Secrets in the night?"

Once more the wine found it's course across his lips. He was looking at her again, letting his eyes pull in the details the firelight danced across her figure in pale shadows. She couldn't be much older than he was, he decided, and her voice had a certain spirit to it. "Are you going to be missed if you linger here for very long?" Aegon asked, his long, strong legs carrying his stature closer to the warmth of the hearth and draped across a chaise. He didn't gesture for her to follow the few steps to the seating that nestled closer to the middle of the room, though he expected she would, "Do I have you until the embers lose their light?"
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