He looked at what she was reading, and sure enough, it was some obscure book about the magic of the East. The book looked old, and truly, Bronn was curious about the entire library. Hightower was amongst the oldest houses, and they'd occupied that same castle for thousands of years.
"My Lord, to gauge her mind, she must wake up first. To wake her up, I must perform magic on her. This may be harsh, but I suggest preparing a wound on her hand. Then I'll mend it, and she'll know the Mother's grace is no tale."
Lord Leyton frowned. "How deep must this wound be?"
"Strike the back of her hand," Bronn said. "She'll watch while the Mother lets me mend it."
After some pondering, Leyton nodded and looked at his son. "Baelor, use your dagger."
Dutifully, Baelor Hightower walked over. He took out a dagger from his waist and held it over Malora's hand.
Bronn quickly pointed at a place on the back of the hand. "Strike here. There are no perilous veins here."
Baelor wasted no time and thrust the sharp tip down. It breached her skin and dug an inch deep before the blade was pulled back.
Not a flinch?!
Malora's hand bled profusely, red covering everything, soaking the table. She still didn't move. But her wounded hand was shivering.
"Let me heal you, my Lady," Bronn said and put his hand on the wound. "Think of Mother in your thoughts."
Finally, as he mumbled the wound-mending spells in his memory, and murmured the prayer.
"Gentle Mother, hear her cries,
Bind her wound where turmoil lies.
Steady hand and broken mind,
In your mercy, peace she'll find."
He felt it. The curious magic that was clearly no blessing but his own ability. So mysterious he was still uncovering it slowly.
What else could he do? Was healing and tailoring babies all there to it?
Oh? She flinched!
Finally, Malora's head moved. Her gaze now focused on Bronn's hand.
"Cool the fire, calm the pain,
Wash her soul with healing rain.
Guide her heart, her spirit mend,
Till her torment finds its end."
She looked up, towards Bronn. There were no expressions, just curiosity for the unknown.
"You are healed, my Lady." Bronn removed his hand.
Malora stared at her healed hand again. She moved it and touched the supposed wound with her other hand. There was none, only some dried blood. She turned it and looked at her palm. Nothing was there.
Creak!
She stood up; her chair screeched back. Her body turned towards Bronn, and without any hesitation, she grabbed his hand and started checking it. She touched it, crossed all her fingers with his, squeezed his palm.
"Hmm…"
With her first vocal response, she moved even closer and pressed her ear to his chest.
Then, she looked up at his face again. "What are you?"
"..."
"I'm Septon Bronn, blessed by the Mother and the Maiden." Bronn introduced himself. "The Seven grant me joy to meet you, my Lady. Word is you've an eye for magic, so Lord Leyton tells me."
Better looking than I expected. Bronn checked her. She was curvy, her hips flared out from all that sitting and reading. She was tall and reached his shoulders with ease. Still, her swells stole the moment.
Malora looked towards her father, but didn't even greet him. She looked back at Bronn. "How did you do that? Tell me."
"It's a blessing, my Lady. Blessing of the Mother and the Maiden. I mend flesh, minds, wombs, hearts, and hurts. Gods give the gift, I just make use."
Malora rubbed her chin, eyes curious, brows creased in a frown. "How do I receive such a blessing?"
"..."
Bronn looked at Lord Leyton for help. Even he didn't know how he got his powers, how was he to help another get it?
"Malora, blessings are not a skill to be forged in study. They are gifts, granted when the Gods will it," Lord Leyton said, his hand resting heavily on his daughter's shoulder. "Septon Bronn is the only of his kind. He healed my back, and he mended your brother's leg. He's a man of many miracles. His medicine can cure all."
That's a bit… too much.
Malora eyed Bronn with even more curiosity. "Medicines?"
Bronn nodded and took the vial hanging around his neck. It was for emergency use, but it was important to make the woman feel that even his potions were magical.
"Here, my lady. Drink. The Seven guides my hand better than any maester's. What I brew has their will steeped in it."
Without any hesitation, Malora took the vial and gulped the contents.
A moment passed.
"GODS!"
She gasped, eyes wide like never before. Her relaxed, hunched manner disappeared. She stood straight and proud, her breasts jiggling as she straightened up.
"T-this… this is magic, Father. True magic." Malora's eyes widened, glistening with fevered awe. "I read of such things, far across the seas, where men twist the very breath of life. I feel it clawing at me, Father… it grips my soul. It's soul magic! No, it's life magic!"
"..."
Lord Leyton was smiling ear to ear. Never before had he seen his daughter that vocal and reactive. "Septon Bronn can show you more, Malora."
"Please, please! By the Seven, grant it! I would do all, anything you ask. If not holy favor, then let it be craft. This medicine… Yes, show me the brewing of it. Show me."
"I will, my Lady," Bronn said, eyeing Lord Leyton. "My Lord, I'll need my tools from the House of Seven Blessings. To brew the draught that steadies the thoughts."
Lord Leyton seriously nodded. He understood Bronn's intent. It was the medicine he'd been waiting for.
"I'll go and bring them."
"No," Lord Leyton raised a hand. "Stay with Malora. My men will fetch what is needed. Write the names only. That Septa remains, and she will know what to pack."
"..."
I… I really am a fucking prisoner, aren't I?
"I… The items needed are to be carried carefully, my Lord."
"Understood, my men will do it gently."
"..."
"Septon Bronn!" Malora rushed to him and hugged his arm suddenly, her breasts squeezed against it. "Show me, teach me, Septon."
The donations better be my weight in gold.
"Very well, my Lord. I'll write the names."
Bronn grabbed some paper and a nearby quill and started writing. He didn't write the names. Nor the descriptions. He only wrote the box number, and only Septa Unella would know which box it was. He was specific about secrecy. His monopoly over miracle medicines was necessary.
"This is all I'll need, my Lord."
Lord Leyton took it, gave it a quick read, and then nodded towards his son.
"We'll bring it quickly, Septon."
Without a moment wasted, the father and son walked away. They exited the hall and then…
Thud!
The large door was shut hard.
Click!
And then it was locked from the outside.
Not for once did they think of those who visit my House of Seven Blessings for healing.
Bronn thought and turned back to look at the magic fanatic woman. Her eyes didn't look that crazy anymore. Rather, there was reverence and expectation now. He gave her a long, perverted look, looking at her decently pretty face, her tits, her wide hips.
Still, Malora didn't react. He made his leering gaze so obvious. But she didn't mind.
To Lord Leyton, all of Oldtown's smallfolk are ants compared to this woman.
And that was a privilege that the noble status granted to Lord Leyton and Malora.
"Septon Bronn, show me more."
"Hmm…" Bronn pondered. He really had nothing to show. So, he decided to have some fun. "By the Seven, I am a healer, my Lady. Why don't you lie down on the table? So I may see if the Gods left you any hidden wounds."
"Oh?!" She moved towards the table excitedly. "Shall I remove my gown?"
That easy?
"No, my Lady… not yet."
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One week later,
Gluk! Gluk! Gluk!
Seven cunts, Essos sounds interesting. Blood Magic? I should look for a better Red Priest.
"Ungh… Mmmmmm~"
"Uh… It's an interesting book, Malora." Bronn muttered, flexing his knees at times from that tight squeeze of her throat. "I might travel to Essos one day based on these."
"Mmmmh… Yes…" Malora pulled her face back, releasing his cock from the hilt deep depth. Spit coated her lower face, and that musky stickiness. Her waist-length dirty blonde hair was untied, tangled, messy, and sticky. "T-Take me with you… Lord Septon."
Bronn smiled, moved the book he was holding, and looked down between his legs. He was sitting on the chair by the table, and Malora was underneath, on her knees, fully dressed except for her pointy hat.
"Let's discuss that later." Bronn grabbed her hair and shoved her mouth back on his cock. "Finish this task first."
"MMm–hmmm~"
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