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SAMWISE ARRYN
 Posted: Jun 8 2017, 06:16 AM
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arryn
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Samwise sat on his campbed, fidgeting with the strings of his trousers, unable to sleep. The unblooded Arryn who was more peacock than falcon might have felt the immense strain of his father's expectation and disappointment all his life, but that did nothing to prepare him for real troubles. Every night he would watch the men he had killed die again, spluttering their last, tough men begging or tougher ones saying nothing at all. He saw his friends fall, and not just those who he had seen die. Some still walked. He saw his sister die again and again. She was pushed in that hall away from home. Sometimes she was there one the battlefield with him and would suddenly start choking. Sometimes he himself would stab an enemy soldier only to have their helmet fall to reveal her face.

Not last night. Last night he had dreamed of warm sweet things with a woman's body pressed against him. This one, Minisa, a whore following the camp, had proven herself rather good at her job. A night with her had made him forget all the terrors that came to him in the night. Normally he preferred to charm those of higher birth into his bed, finding more thrill in spoiling another man's future wife. So many of them came to him hardly inexperienced, which gave him no delusions that few men actually received the perfect virgins they wanted for a wife. They must know too, as he would when he married the Baratheon girl for whom he had been bound to fight in the damned war. Not that he wouldn't have gone anyway for the glory - it was simply a convenient person to place blame on.

Without warning last night's whore stepped into his tent. He rose with a look somewhere between a smile and a smirk, moving closer to her. A gift of Littlefinger, she had said, and he had cared very little about anything except the pleasure she could give him. Apparently the small man had sent her to this camp for some reason or another, most likely to line his pockets. Sam hadn't realised he'd made enough of an impression on Littlefinger during their brief meeting to warrant a gift. He wasn't exactly going to turn it down. Clearly he was more charming and cunning than he had realised, and the other man must want to impress the future Lord of the Vale as he himself was from those parts. Sam would one day be a very important person indeed, and in his eyes he saw nothing wrong with how he presented himself. Why shouldn't everyone want to be his friend? He did not think all his encounters with Minisa would be free - the first a hook to catch him perhaps, and one that had worked - but it was certainly worth the expense for some fun and the chance to forget his troubles. Perhaps she had enjoyed last night so much she was back for more. He wouldn't be surprised, he had been told he was rather good.

The look on her face made him hesitate. She did not seem as though she was to get straight to business as she had the previous night. What was the point, then? He frowned, studying her face carefully. "What is it?" he said, irritated. "I'll pay, don't you worry. You look awfully troubled, it doesn't become your face," he spoke as rudely as he liked, placing little value on a bastard whore's feelings. They were specks in comparison to himself. He hoped she was not trying to be talkative, to make him open up emotionally or anything. Had he done something wrong to her? He didn't think he'd harmed her in any way. Hadn't given her any reason to complain. There was no way she would come to him with any troubles either, surely, though he doubted she knew many others in the camp yet. He stepped back with a sigh. "All right, tell me why you are here. I didn't send for you," he said, somewhat defeated.
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Minisa Rivers
 Posted: Jun 18 2017, 06:52 AM
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RIVERLANDS
Lord Baelish
Bastard Born
Riverlands
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Being among the whores that followed around the war camp had been a most enjoyable experience. Yes the perils of war still lingered heavy in the air but the men just wanted to forget. They wanted to focus on something other than those that had been lost that day. In many ways they were almost more willing to do things and to be more agreeable to new experiences. She liked when a man just lost himself in such pleasures. Though her reason for being here had many different motives. For one she was here out of her own desire to be. Seeing all of Westeros had been a desire of hers since her mother passed and Lord Whent told her of his demands for her to remain at Harrenhal. So far she had only seen the Riverlands and Kings Landing. Now she had seen the Storm Lands, even if the circumstances were not the kind for enjoyment. The second reason was because Lord Baelish had use of her. At first she had presented the idea as a monetary gain until her employer told her of a man he wanted her to impress. The son of the Lord of the Vale. She was to make sure he was comfortable and that his mind was at ease. Taking her assignment seriously, Minisa set off with a few of the other girls that were also going with specific tasks. Mostly listening and reporting back anything that they heard.

Traveling there had not been as much fun as Minisa had wanted but her companions were very serious about their jobs. She wondered what Lord Baelish had on them. What sort of dirty blackmail was he using to make someone so obedient. Either way they were not talkative. Soon Minisa would learn of the true horror that awaited her at the encampment. It was not as glamorous as she had imaged. Everyone was dirty, men were missing limbs and the sent of blood hung in the air so very thickly.

After the latest battle, Minisa sat and listened to a dying man as he spoke of his beautiful wife and small children. The man had lost a leg and was loosing blood very rapidly. It was clear that they could not save him and he knew it. Still she sat there and listened as he quietly said his goodbyes. So strange to hear what men spoke about in their final moments. He seemed to have few regrets though he was angry for a time that he was passing. He offered some gratitude that she was there listening before finally slipping into unconsciousness and passing.

It was wrong to go see her client when she felt the burden of seeing all of those dead soldiers. It was wrong to trouble him when it was her job to please him. Lord Baelish would not be pleased to learn of this little issue. But her mind had been long gone from her and soon she found herself standing face to face with the man she had known all to well the previous night. His irritation coming though his words as he spoke. His instant irritation of the situation obvious. She should have tried to correct herself before coming but it was too late. Slowly she took in a deep breath before exhaling. Bringing a smile to her lips. "My apologies...This is my first time visiting a war camp....Its a little more overwhelming than I thought it would be." She had hoped to leave it at that. To bring him pleasure and also enjoy some of her own. Moving in closer to him and taking the change to play with the strings of his trousers. She was good at pushing certain emotions to the side. Letting her body take over, which she felt happening now. Minisa was a good whore.

"I was hoping that we could continue to be a source of comfort for one another. Perhaps drink some wine and let our bodies take over rather than our thoughts." She explained. Sure she was a smart girl but she often liked to let her mind go when she was in the middle of pleasure. They did say that bastards were known for being treacherous and sexually depraved. Looking up at him with the same come fuck me look that she gave him last night just before they had adjourned to the bed.

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SAMWISE ARRYN
 Posted: Jul 7 2017, 06:37 PM
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arryn
arryn
the eyrie
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A little of Samwise's irritation eased away at the frightened look on Minisa's face. He still didn't see why it should be his problem she couldn't handle the true side of war. Despite thinking this in annoyance, it did not cross his mind that he too was completely out of his depth, in exactly the same boat as she was. All he thought was that she should pull herself together and deal with it. Foolish whore following a war camp thinking it'd be all fun and games, easy money with less competition. More men in need of comfort, too. He was getting used to it, rather proud of how he could walk around the camp without flinching at all the blood. It made him feel like a tough man of the sort his father could be proud to call a son. He was here to show the world Arryns were not as frail as many thought. He was single-handedly raising high his family name, letting the falcon soar high once more. In the process he was helping to save the kingdom from invaders. He had seen the injuries made, which was far worse a sight than the wounded here. The worst ones didn't make it back to be seen by the camp followers. Seven hells, he had even killed a man himself. What had this whore done? She didn't even have a family name to drag into the dirt. But no, he should feel sorry for her because she'd seen a little blood where she thought there would be gold.

Before he could say a word or work himself up any further she was playing gently with the string of his trousers, looking at him in a way that said he could have his way with her if he just let her speak. In spite of himself and his anger he felt a warm tingle and a rush of excitement. He was still attracted to this woman. His irritation was hardly going to be wiped away by a simple movement, but it settled his thoughts enough to make him actually pay attention to her. She did look genuinely upset. He was struggling to tell whether this was an act to get him to use her services again - she need not have bothered, he would have most likely gone back to her anyway - or whether she really was this upset and needing to talk with someone but had no friends to turn to, so turned to looking prettily at men to get what she needed as it was all she knew. If so, that was sad in itself. Paying attention to her words was reminding him of how much she had comforted him too. He decided not to be so quick in turning her out, instead thinking he wanted the relief of another human being's presence just as much as she did, knowing how much worse he would feel if he spent the night alone.

The arrogant man softened and smiled, resting both hands on Minisa's shoulders in the comforting way men who are too sure of their right to other people's personal space often do. "Of course. When it comes to it, all people really have is each other," he spoke a fine line which he genuinely thought was rather insightful. He looked Minisa in the eye for a moment with an expression of sadness mingled with pity, then gave one of her shoulders last pat before turning to fetch a bottle from somewhere. Not the best wine of course, but it was good enough for a war camp. The two metal cups he pulled out with it were somewhat battered due to his terrible packing skills. He had the manners at least to pour Minisa a glass first before serving himself. He did not sit down just yet, thinking she might be angry if he went straight for anything remotely suggestive before listening to a single word she needed to get out in the open.

"You already know I've not found it exactly welcoming. I doubt anyone does," he spoke casually, shrugging. "We were both underprepared then. It's a bit of a shock." He knew Minisa must know how scared he really was of going into battle again because of how desperate he had been for comfort last night and some things he hinted at in speech, wishing he had someone he could properly vent them at but restraining himself. Whores and bastards must be so good at reading people. "Do you not have any friends here you could turn to? Why me?" Realising that was a little defensive, he added, "Of course, I'm happy to talk to you. Gods know I couldn't use some comforting myself, however much the previous night may have helped me."
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Minisa Rivers
 Posted: Jul 25 2017, 12:06 PM
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RIVERLANDS
Lord Baelish
Bastard Born
Riverlands
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So Minisa had flaws. Every person in the world had flaws. It was just a matter of looking past those flaws to see through to something more. Her inability to handle the situation had now presented herself with an opportunity to see what other information Samwise would offer up. Lord Baelish would have to look past her weak stomach assuming that she brought him something worth while. The pressure was on to find such a tidbit of information. Or to at least make sure that Samwise was well taken care of to ensure a friendship between the Arryns and Lord Baelish. It was her job and she was going to do it well.

Thankfully with her little distractions she was able to make up for the initial annoyance. There was the promise of additional acts to come later that evening and honestly he could have taken her without listening to her speak if that is what he wanted. But she was still thankful for the chance to talk with her client. To hear him while he either pretended to pay attention to her or actually did. Despite her last name, Minisa was well educated as any lady around a keep would be. Her mother's husband had saw to it that her life had been comfortable, full of privileges that most bastards did not get and still keeping her one small step below his true born son. She had once been told that her father would not anger the Seven in case she was actually his by mistreating her. If she had stayed in Harrenhal then he probably would have provided her a husband, perhaps the 7th son of some minor lord or a knight with no name, and kept her living semi comfortably. Minisa would not be sentences to work the fields or on a fishing boat. That was not the life she wanted. This was... well minus following the camp around. This one trip had shown her that it was not the life she wanted on a permanent basis. Soon she would return to the comforts of Kings Landing yet for now she was comfortably in the tent of a very attractive male.

However the way he placed his hands on her shoulders and then patted them did not appear to be a sign of more naughty things to come. But she watched him as he gathered up wine and glasses for them. His manners coming through as he offered her the first glass, which she took to avoid being rude. Offering up a small toast and a smile before sipping the liquid. Not draining the cup since she needed to keep her wits about her. Tonight might have required a bit more seduction than last. For now she let him lead.

The night before, Samwise had expressed his concern without going too deeply into his feelings. There were small actions or words that he used that Minisa had picked up on and she could not blame his fear. He faced death while she had just witnessed a man pass from this life. Their experiences were not similar though both faced some sort of emotional and physical reaction towards it. She had run for comfort while he had endured his battle. Minisa felt silly like a child running to cling to their mother's skirts. It was not in her personality to be so detoured. This situation that she found herself in would only be for a temporary period of time before she returned back to Lord Baelish with her findings. "Even so...I think you handled the shock better than all of the others I saw in camp afterwards." She commented. It was a small hidden praise, not meant to openly stroke his ego. Samwise Arryn was the heir to a great house. His bravery needed to be encouraged and rewarded, at the very least to keep him on the right path. Lords and future Lords were always more complex then regular men with coin.

He asked why she had not sought comfort among the other whores, or friends as he called them. Minisa sipped her wine and offered a soft shrug of her shoulders. His defensive tones were sort of cute. Still she let him finish and try to cover up his defensive comments. "I have not exactly made friends with the other whores that followed this camp. Plus none of them can hold that great of a conversation." Not that she looked down at girls that were less educated than she was considering that finding an educated whore was a rarity. A smirk spread across her lips as she leaned in closer to him for a moment. "I am glad that you found my comforting last night very helpful." There was a teasing manner to her little display for him. Did she expect them to chat and become friends? No, of course not. Minisa enjoyed speaking with clients and getting to know them but the best part was that they left after some time. Her expectations of Lord Arryn were of a similar nature.

Minisa quickly finished off her drink and then focused on him. Being flirty and fun to take their minds off of the roughness that was their day."So...Tell me Lord Arryn... where is the most interesting place you have given or recieved comfort?"
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SAMWISE ARRYN
 Posted: Aug 24 2017, 07:14 PM
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arryn
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Samwise took a sip of wine, realised he had actually drunk half the cup in one go, and stopped himself before the 'sip' made him look reliant on alcohol for comfort. He was stronger than that. Alcohol was just for fun. Eagles did not need wine to calm themselves, they had steely resolve. He gave a brief, surprised chuckle. "Really? Well... I suppose I have been trained for so long," he did not mean what he said. He did not truly believe he was responding well at all, but he'd be damned if he let anyone see him being so pathetic. That first night more seasoned men had watching him stare haggardly into the fire while hugging his knees. He had never felt so weak, so useless, so worthless, yet he had been unable to move, even to say much. Luckily the other men had been somewhat understanding and the worst they had said was how he must be one of the foolish young men who ran into war assuming they'd be showered with glory instead of blood. It was true. Sam had muttered a few things, they had comforted him, he had eventually steeled himself to being simply a quiet version of his normal self. Now he was back to normal, though all for hiding his fear. Minisa knew he was scared, but he didn't let her see how scared, hence why she probably thought he was better than some other men who weren't hiding it so well or who must break down in private. He did not want to let all the sad things that had crashed into his happy life get to him - his sister's murder, his betrothal, moving down from the Eyrie for the winter, the choking increase in his father's already high expectations of him once the war began, the war itself, the killing, the risk, how he must bring glory to House Arryn... It was a lot of pressure. So he ignored it.

Blue eyes widened in a not completely real surprised look. He was growing playful. "Whores in a war camp, poor friends? Talking to most whores is like talking to a brick. At least the brick provides you with something to smash your face in with when you get too bored," he was grinning a lopsided silly grin, then realised he had just insulted whores while speaking to a whore. "You're different to them, though. Smarter. You were educated, I'll bet. Education, not just for a whore, but for a female whore! Lucky indeed! And how that must isolate you from the others, who think men prefer the women who bat their eyelashes vacantly at them and pull stupid faces," he did an exaggerated impression, raising an index finger to the corner of his mouth which he opened in a ridiculous pout. For some reason he felt like messing around tonight. The prospect of laughter was already helping cloud over the immense pressure he felt. "Oh, ser, I'd call you handsome but that word is too long for me," he said in a high-pitched voice full of mock admiration. He returned to his former grin with an amused shake of the head. "But not you. Or maybe I've just met the wrong whores before."

Things were progressing, it seemed. Samwise did nothing to push her away. The redhead put a hand on her hip and gave her a wink. "It certainly took my mind off things." It was not common for a whore to go to a client of her own volition in search of comfort. He took it as a huge compliment, stroking the flames of his ego to have an even greater impression of how handsome and good under the sheets he was. There was no suspicion raised by her being sent as a sort of gift from Littlefinger, his image of himself prevented it. Part of him did think it strange she had come to him, particularly under the guise of wanting to unwind after troubling times, rather than say she needed the money or wait for clients to approach her. He knew Petyr was a sly conniving man, but did not know the depths of that nor what he wanted to find out from him. He knew nothing of significance, so was completely fearless of spies. His father did not trust him with any bigger secrets of the Vale. He was not friends with anyone high up, nor was he in command of anything important himself. He wasn't even knighted yet. Aside from information or his sword there was nothing he could think anyone might want from him. Friendship with the Vale one day, perhaps, but his father was still going strong, providing a much quicker route to friendship, and Sam thought any lord needed as many allies as possible anyway.

Another laugh came, this one with a giggling quality to it like a child talking about something they shouldn't. "Have you ever been to the Vale, Minisa? Seen how tall the Giant's Lance is, the peak which houses the Eyrie?" one hand on her hip slipped around so her arm was around her waist, the other hand pointed up as though the mountain were there in front of them. "So high the top gets lost in clouds. It's on top of the world. I have never seen anything taller. I have 'received comfort'" - the quotation marks were implied by his tone - "In my chambers in its highest towers above everything, but that is hardly interesting. Everyone's done it in their quarters. But there's a small lift that carries goods and people up from the top of the path to the castle itself. Once when I went to meet and escort a particularly fine daughter of a minor Vale lord, a girl I had met before, I asked for the ascent to be slowed a little. There really isn't much between you and the outside, it's basically a wooden cage. It was most comforting indeed to look out so far close enough to the walls to see nothing keeping you in. Almost like flying. Of course, the height scared a lot of people. So what about you?" he recounted the moment with great fondness. What a woman that had been. It had been fairly obvious with the cage shaking so much, but they denied everything and said the slowness was to settle the lady's stomach which had sickened from the height.
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Minisa Rivers
 Posted: Sep 23 2017, 06:31 AM
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RIVERLANDS
Lord Baelish
Bastard Born
Riverlands
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She did not pretend to know the struggles of the future lords of the great houses of Westeros. The pressure to live up to certain expectations was lost on her because she did not need to endure it. Whatever Samwise was feeling towards his future he did not express to her nor was she about to inquire. It would make for dull conversation and probably make the mood way to somber for the occasion. Whores were not around to remind men of their more somber feelings. Her role was to stroke his ego, praise him and just make him happy in general. One did not really need an education for that, as Samwise pointed out. His grin made her giggle. At least they were getting onto a better footstep than when she had initially shown up. Now they were joking and laughing and making fun of those less education. She felt guilt knowing that she was educated while others were not but not enough to be offended by the mockery. He even went so far as to compliment her out of fear that he might have offended her. Of course she laughed as he continue to mock the dumber people in her profession. It was so hard to feel offended when the mocking was on pair with what some of the girls did and said. The gift of knowledge being a gift to those that needed it and a curse to those that took a profession lower than their status. "I know many long words... words longer than handsome that might make you think that you are talking to some fancy lady of a keep." Bragging with a very noticeably playful tone.

Tones turned towards touching as his hand found its way to her hip. Were they shifting from playful antics and towards more physical stimulation? He had said that her services had done the job. Lord Baelish would be pleased to hear such a thing but he would want more. What more could she get out of her current client? Not all clients yielded information which was something that was understood. However not putting in an effort was considered to be lazy and got some girls placed in a less than stellar position. Minisa loved to be seen as useful to her employer. She loved that praise and attention as much as her clients did. Lord Baelish very subtly had her wrapped around his finger as she sought out his praise. Even if Sam did not know anything of note there was still trust that was being laid between them. Perhaps he would become a repeat client for the future which would eventually help her employer. The long con was always the most difficult but the most rewarding. For now she kept up the air of playfulness and intimacy while listening for any small hints of something.

"Sadly I have not." She answered when he asked if she had been to the Vale before. His arms slipped around her and she leaned in while he pulled her close. Playing along with him and pretending that she was staring at the mountain that he was describing to her with a certain level of awe that she would imagine having if the mountain was pretty in front of her. Tilting her head back as though she were looking up towards the sky and towards the peak. Her eyes following his hand as she listened to him describe the room where he "received comforts". But there was more to his response. She glanced back over her shoulder to hear the more interesting part. He was right that bedchambers were hardly interesting as everyone did it there, though there were interesting things to do in one's bedchamber. Still she listened as her companion described the basket and how it felt like flying as his companion comforted him. Noting the way he seemed to enjoy describing the event to her, which meant that he had quite enjoyed the girl or the situation or both. She wondered if the girl had been a maid prior to her encounter with Lord Arryn. Was she seduced with promises of making her his lady wife or was she just seduced by the power that came with his name?

Of course one story deserved another and he asked her to describe her own experience. Which one should she tell? None could compare to his and probably seemed a bit tame in the long run. She had many quick encounters here and there. She could not think of one that was particularly interesting. After a few moments of though she found one. "Well...My mother's husband was hosting an event at his keep. One of those feasts where the Lords and Ladies don their fanciest gown to do whatever it is you noble folk do. Arrange marriages or comment on the status of the smallfolks... the usual conversation. It was one of the few events that Lord Whent allowed me to dress up for. He even sat me at one of the tables towards the back with the lesser lords of the Riverlands. I do not know his name but my hand found its way to his thigh and then higher." She paused to let Sam's imagination take him to where her hand could have possibly gone. "Then while everyone was dancing he and I found a secluded hallway off of the main area and he threw me up against the wall for a good long while. Later that evening his father announced his betrothal to some lady. You could just see the look of disappointment when he saw his future wife. Not pretty and very conservative."

She picked up her wine glass again and took a sip until the wine was empty. Then she picked up the pitcher to refill her glass and top his off as well. Wine made people happy and giddy. She was used to drinking it but even she suffered from the looseness that came with it. After setting the pitcher down she slipped into his lap and then purposefully guided his hand back to her hip. "Women probably tell you this all of the time but you have eyes as blue as the sky..." And then she leaned in to his ear. "And when you look at me with them I feel my legs quake like that of a maid's"Whispering to him. Trying to get a bit of a rise out of him. She placed a soft kiss on the lobe of his ear and then a few down his neck. "I have a feeling that you like making girls blush and then spread their legs for you. You seem like the type to have stolen the innocence of many. Is that true?"
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SAMWISE ARRYN
 Posted: Oct 19 2017, 06:39 PM
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arryn
arryn
the eyrie
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This was much better. All his troubles were melting away with thoughtless laughter and their silly antics. The feel of Minisa's slim waist under his hands made it hard to be overly concerned with anything. Ideas of a repeat of last night pushed to the front of his mind, jostling past the thoughts that left him shaken only a few minutes ago. Raised his whole life to consider himself above most people, it never occurred to him to feel any guilt about mocking those less intelligent or skilled. Their difficulties were out of sight, out of mind. He was aware of how advantaged he was. It was hard to escape that, he simply chose not to worry about deeply ingrained issues he couldn't hope to change. "Not too fancy, I hope," he replied equally playfully, "Some of those are so delicate you can scarcely feel their touch, or so proper they consider showing a bit of leg a scandal. You've got the best of both. You can use your brain and your body." At the same time, no less. Some whores lacked imagination. An educated girl like Minisa was bound to have more tricks up her sleeve and some creativity to give things a personal flair. Last time she had impressed him with more than the boring yet satisfying standard, and he hoped as they knew each other better they might get a little more explorative. The trouble with sleeping around so much was that few people surprised him any more.

Talking of his home made him more animated. He realised he might actually be a little homesick. Nowhere had mountains quite like the Vale. All this travelling for the glory and protection of his land was brilliant, but there was nothing like the security of home where everyone knew how great you were. Perhaps one day people across the kingdom would hear he was proving himself a man. That would entail a lot more travelling, fighting, and befriending. He was fairly sure people didn't think too negatively of him as it was. Women at least looked at him favourably. "If you ever get the chance, you should go. I know there are places all over Westeros people go on about, and I'm biased, but it really is so beautiful." His look turned slightly wistful with thoughts of home. These fell away as he pulled her closer and bragged about his previous antics, all the while feeling her warm self against him. It was comforting and exciting.

He laughed. "Oh, we talk about the same things as anyone. Everyone tries to impress everyone else, aside from a few good friends who are actually relaxed, but it's very easily spotted when you start bragging about something so you have to talk normally. A few serious discussions. I've never cared for those. I usually find some people who I can drink under the table or talk about women and laugh about the silly things other nobles have done. Gossip, I suppose," he described fondly the feasts he had attended. Plenty of his elders called him immature for his attitude. There was no use caring about that for their sakes. He knew he'd get round to the actual jobs that needed doing at some point, and there were always a few young men with similar interests to him. He laughed rather hard at the tale of the unfortunate river lord. His own wedding loomed at some unknown point in the future, probably after the war. That would not spoil his fun. He was still glad he was betrothed to a girl of one of the Great Houses, a pretty one he barely knew. There was fun to be had together. He could show her a thing or two. No plans were even lying dormant in his mind to remain faithful to her, just as he did not care what she did so long as she bore him and no other man children. "Poor lad. A Riverlord, excellent takings, so well done to you. Can't imagine his betrothed was thrilled if she ever found out he wasn't so pure after all. Conservative women usually are the ugly ones..." he trailed off, not really having anything to back up this point with nor knowing where he had been going with it.

"I thought you answered to Lord Baelish, not Lord Whent?" he asked, the question quickly forgotten as her eyes looked into his. For a moment there was no thought at all in his head, only waves of joy and anticipation. He let her guide his hand, giving her a little squeeze when it came to rest. He would never understand how women managed to do that. Just a look. Something about the emotion in their eyes, the enticing look of interest, was enough to capture any man. He put a hand on her neck and stroked her jawline with his thumb. His smiles had turned softer, more serious. "On occasion... that's a little something of those Riverlords you saw so much of. My mother was a Tully." There was no way he was talking any more of family now. He chuckled at her comment. It was fairly obvious. He did have a bit of a reputation growing, like a lot of the more mischievous young lordlings his age as more of such pleasures became available. Gods knew what the gossip around the camp was about him. Hopefully nothing too much, though a little to keep his name out there was good. "I can safely say there are a few men out there who will be searching pretty hard for the blood on the sheets after their wedding nights," he replied, kissing Minisa gently on the neck. "It's not like you haven't done the same. It's all too easy for men to slip away from their wives, and that's worse." He was being terribly hypocritical, but did not have any disdain for cheaters in his voice. This was more to tease her than provoke accusations.
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Minisa Rivers
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RIVERLANDS
Lord Baelish
Bastard Born
Riverlands
Whore



He suggested that she visit the Vale, and the many other pretty locations of Westeros whenever she was able. It was difficult to get away from her job since she was valued by her employer. He, for obvious profitable reasons, did not want to let her go traveling across the continent without a purpose or agenda. When Minisa made money so did Lord Baelish. It was slavery in some regards but the chains that held her were more powerful than iron. Money was a tight but invisible leash. It was just not as harsh as the iron that real slaves wore. "Hopefully the opportunity will present itself." If he was a different client she might have made him promise to take her and show her all of the wonderful things the Vale had to offer. A mock promise that would just be words. No action expected. But he did not seem like the type to enjoy that sort of play. However she hoped that he would not promise to bring her and show her around. For obvious reasons she would not turn down the opportunity but she liked to keep herself outside of the lives of Lords and Ladies. Whores existed. They did not need to be pranced around in people's faces.

Oddly she liked being close to her current client. She even liked the immature antics but only because she liked to live freely and to live without the constant watch of the courts around her. Men opened up to whores in ways that they did not open up around everyone else. Though it seemed like he opened up when near true friends, which she believed. "And who falls into the category of a few good friends?" Who were his friends? Did they really consider themselves to be in that category? She wondered so much about what people said and claimed. Perhaps these good friends had their own personal agendas that needed to be attended to. Hopefully she remembered all of the Houses in the Vale to be able to identify the sigils that he spoke of. Then again... he could consider some of lesser birth to be a good friend. Low born men were so easy to bribe. Instead of fixating on her own thoughts she laughed. "They say his betrothed is offended by the sight of a naked and aroused man. That she passed out before he could even bed her that first time so he fucked her while she was unaware to complete the bedding ceremony. Bad for him but good for me and my business." Women were too frail sometimes, so she believed that Septas taught. A man's aroused cock was nothing to be scared of. Yeah the first time hurt but to be scared of something so harmless was just absurd. Oh well. Minisa Rivers was not scared.

"You are correct that I do answer to Lord Baelish but I was not always employed by him. My youth was spent in Harrenhal under the protection of Lord Whent. My mother is the late wife of Lord Whent and my older brother is the heir to Harrenhal. I, on the other hand, am either the product of my mother and Lord Whent or the product of my mother and some knight." It could be argued either way who Minisa belonged to. In the right light it was easy to see the resemblance to Lord Whent with the reddish tints to her hair. Her mother had no memory of the knight she slept with so there was no way to really compare. It was anyone's guess as to who had fathered her on that fateful night. Minisa thought little of it except that she did not wish to have children unless she was married and no longer a whore. It wasn't fair to trap a man by having his child like some whores did. Nor did she want to raise a baby by herself. Her employer would likely throw her out if she got with child and then kept the thing. Pregnant whores were not useful.

His kisses along her neck were the start of something more interesting than just talking. Tilting her head and exposing her neck to be available for his lips as he spoke. Her response gave that air of innocence and playfulness. "I have no idea what you are talking about. I know very little about my clients so I could not tell you if a man visiting me has a wife or not. The choice to visit me or not is up to that person and that person alone." Temping a man from his marriage bed was obviously something that she participated in but those men were clearly unhappy enough to be taken away. If a man was entirely happy with his wife then his eyes and hands would not wonder away. They would remain faithful through and through. But she did not like talking about a man's wife when she was between the sheets. If that man happened to call out his wife's name in the midst of pleasure then she did not say anything. "A man's life outside of our time together is of no concern to me. Its like it does not even exist." There was only the time in which she was employed by a client and when he left. Their relationship existed between when it started and when it ended. Now if she crossed him in the streets then she pretended to not know him. Perhaps she would offer a little glance and giggle to tempt but that was only to improve her business. Not because she wanted him in real life. Poorer folk did not understand that. Lords and those of noble birth did.

It seemed that the man she found in her company did not like it when married men stepped away from their wives. It was interesting to hear him say that sort of thing to a whore. "So then does that mean that you will remain faithful to your wife once married? Not even if your wife bores you in the bedroom or after she is with child and spurs your advances?" Whores served a role in society. They were a discreet way for a man to get his release when his wife was unavailable to him. Minisa never understood why it offended women that their husband stepped out on them. The man always returned (at least if he was honorable) so why not let him get his pleasure? Maybe her way of thinking was just too radical for the conservative woman. Or maybe she was just too free. That thought made her smirk. Women were interesting creatures. They sat on a spectrum of sexual appetites that varied with no rhyme or reason. One would could crave it with each passing out while another could take it or leave it. Then there were those that wanted it more than their normally willing husbands. A woman walking into a brothel always made for a better story than a man entering the establishment.

"Did you know that occasionally women slip away from their wedding bed in order to lay with me too?" Teasing him with the potential for a good story about her occasional romp with a woman. It was something that some men enjoyed hearing about.
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