Seventh Month of 289 A.C. Tower of the Hand
The Mystery Girl
Her whole life had been geared towards this purpose ever since the father had taken her from her little village of burnt ruins and the wreckage of the lord's palace. He had trained her and schooled her in the ways of the nobles, the high folk with their strange accents and even stranger ways. She knew how to charm them, how to get them to like her, and how to use them. She had been in this game since she was no more than two and ten namedays old, and now she was a woman grown and she was finally getting ready for the thing her whole life had been geared towards.
The father had told her of the evils of the lion lord, with his mass execution of the innocents who were merely true believers of the seven, and not the ones responsible for the lord's choices. But the high lords did not care for the small folk, they were just pawns and things to be ignored by the high lords, the old lion in particular, and the father was determined to change that to get his revenge. The mystery girl knew all she could about the lion lord, about his childhood and how he had grown angry with his father's weaknesses and how he had learnt prudence and practicality at the court of the dragon, and how the only thing that could break his icy façade was the lioness. She learnt how he had craved her presence during his time in King's Landing and how she had obliged him on more than one occasion. Together they were working on bringing about the fall of the dragons, but then the lioness died and so did the lion's heart.
And that was when his weaknesses began to show through. He had kept it a secret during his marriage, but the old lion was as big a hypocrite as his father was a weakling, he allowed himself to engage in carnal pleasures whilst condemning those who did the same. And this was how the father intended to get to the old lion, for the mystery girl was of course a whore, and she had been trained to know all she could about the old lion so that she might win his eye and approval when he came to Chataya's. that she had done so was more of a success than anything else, and so she had been the old lion's whore for these past two years learning all she could as he fucked her and did things to her that made her want to claw her eyes out.
The old lion had a strange habit of talking to her once he was done using her body. It was something she had come to understand he did as a means of getting his stress and his thoughts out into the open, and she had found that as a woman, he found her a soothing presence. Tonight was no different. "The Lord Regent thinks I know not of all the schemes he has for my removal. And yet when the news of the red viper's death came, he did not point the blame at me. Still I am no man's fool and the deaths of many of my guardsmen are undoubtedly the work of the Dornish whores."
The mystery girl nodded and asked. "What will you do about them my lord?"
"It is not the insolent little girls that are the concern it is their mother. Once she is dealt with there will be no direction for the little girls. They are being kept on a leash by their mother, once that leash is gone, then they shall try to become more than they are, and that is when I will have them removed one by one. I have my own men and women in service who will do the deeds." The old lion said.
The mystery girl nodded and then inquired. "There is more that bothers you my lord, I can see it in your shoulders."
It was true the old lion was as taut as an old bow string. He sighed then and leaned back allowing her to massage his shoulders. As he sighed, he spoke. "The Regent is gaining too much ground. Far too much ground, the High Septon has not done his job properly and now the power base is slipping. I must give credit to the man he has certainly played his cards right."
"And what will you do about him my lord?" the mystery girl asks.
The old lion is silent then, and it is in these moments of silence that the girl takes the chance to ensure that the weapon she has is within hand's distance. The lion speaks then. "The same thing I did to all else who tried to remove me from this game. There is enough information on the regent to have him removed from King's Landing and sent back to Winterfell without the need for a war. He is a good man, but no northerner should ever rule in King's Landing."
Before she can respond, the old lion pulls her into him and begins kissing her. And in that moment the girl senses that something is not quite right, the man is acting as if there is something wrong, but she has done all she can to ensure he does not suspect anything. He kisses her, and she finds herself getting aroused as sometimes happens, she curses herself and her weakness but allows herself to moan and begin moving on his side. He helps her onto him and then they begin again.
The girl is lost in a bliss of love making and in the midst of this haze that comes from the man she forgets why she is there, she cries out his name again and again, and when he finishes inside of her, he kisses her and then flips them over so that he is over her and then they begin again. And oh gods is it pleasurable, it should not be, but by the gods it is. So very pleasurable.
Just as she is about to reach her peek, the old lion stops and looks at her through hooded eyes. "I should ask you where you come from, but I find I care not. So tell me, my lady, what would you do in my position?"
She is somewhat taken aback by the question and takes a moment to form a response. "What would I do for what my lord?"
"If you had enemies at every side, what would you do? How would you escape from this predicament?" the old lion asks.
The girl considers this for a moment, as the man twirls a strand of her black hair, and then says. "Someone I knew once said attack is the best form of defence. I would use what information I had on these enemies and use it to break through their vice like grip."
The man kissed her lips then and when he broke away he said. "You are as smart as you are beautiful my lady. Would that you were not a whore I might've actually taken up with you properly. But of course such a thing is not possible. And whilst attack might be the best form of defence, one needs allies to bring to the table as well. And I sadly seem to have been left bereft of allies here. Those who have not been bribed at least."
The girl looks at the man leaning over her and then asks as softly as she can. "Perhaps it would be better to work with the regent than against him?"
The old lion grimaces slightly. "I have been working with the regent these past six years my lady. And in that time little has come from it. Now is the time to strike whilst the king is away and the court's eyes are turned towards the riverlands and the north. If I am to regain power it must be done then."
She nods and says. "There is smartness in that approach my lord. But what of your son and daughter? Would they not benefit more from being on good terms with the regent?"
The lion merely laughs then, he moves from the bed and goes to where the water is, keeping her eyes on him, the girl reaches out for the weapon she had kept concealed behind the man's books, when her hand grips the handle she pulls it across to her and keeps it hidden behind her. The lion speaks then as he pours them both glasses of water. "It is an interesting thing, to see one's children grow up. I had such high hopes for both Jaime and Cersei, and whilst Jaime had lived up to them in some regards Cersei has failed miserably to live up to anything resembling what I had hoped for her. Perhaps she truly was more of her grandfather's spawn than she ever was mine. As for that imp, the sooner he dies the better things will be."
Her gut clenches at the mention of the imp, she had met him once or twice, and he had always been kind to her. She keeps her voice neutral when she asks. "And why is that my lord?"
"The thing is not worthy of the Lannister name, and when I have full control I shall deal with him accordingly. Now enough talk let us, resume our previous activity." The man downs his water in one, and then moves toward her, the girl does the same and then tightens her grip on the knife behind her.
The man gets onto the bed then and begins working his way up her body, kissing various parts of her and setting her own fire, nearly making her lose control, but when he gets to her face, he stops and looks at her. "You know there was something about you that reminded me of someone I once knew." He pauses and then leans in to kiss her, and that is when the girl pulls out the knife from behind her, the training the father gave her comes in useful as the man is so intent in kissing her he does not see the knife until it has already slit his throat.
The man looks at her, his eyes wide as blood begins to fall. The girl looks at him and says, "I am sorry my lord, but there are some things which must be done for the good of the realm."
The old lion falls to the side, blood staining the sheets, the girl gets up then, and puts the dagger on the table beside the bed. She then gets changed into her clothes, a simple dress, and picks up the dagger and places it in the old man's cold hand, and then walks towards where the father had told her to go. She knocks once, and the door opens, and a man stands there looking at her with concerned eyes. She points to the body and says. "It is done."
The man looks at the body and nods, then pulls her by the hand through the doorway and into the passageway. They walk in silence for a long time, with her heart pounding in her ears, her breathing is strangely level considering what she has just done, they continue walking until they come to a place where dragons dance and a woman is waiting for them. The woman has pale blond hair and green eyes. "It is done?" the woman asks. The girl nods. "You placed the dagger where I told you to place it?" again the girl nods. "Good now we must leave before they find the old man in his bed bleeding. Tywin Lannister's death will cause a lot of debacle within the court."
The girl nods and then follows the woman and the man down the passageway and into the docks where they board a ship, and it is only when they are on the ship that the man speaks. "You did well Tysha, very well."