"That is the second reason why I came here. I wish to open free kitchens across Oldtown to feed the poor. Using the money I'll receive from—"
"Enough." The rightmost Most Devout raised his hand. "No more of this hearsay. Your folly drags the name of septons through the dirt. They see us as jesters and sorcerers because of your deeds. The attack on you could have cost the lives of those who follow you. That cannot go on."
Hah, distressed about the attack they planned?
"Indeed," the middle one nodded. "Septon Bronn, you must abandon this path. We are servants of the Seven, men of the Word and the Light. Not menders of flesh or the impossible."
"You can't do this to me. What of my blessings? What am I to do with them?" Bronn feigned distress. "With all respect, Most Devout, the Mother and the Maiden guide me. To scorn a blessing is to trample the Gods' work."
"Trickery." Another Most Devout sneered.
"You must stop, or we shall be compelled to excommunicate you."
"That's…" Bronn stumbled back. "That's impossible. I can't let my blessings go to waste. I… I'll enter the service of Lord Hightower then. I'll work from there. Even the maesters believe in my healing. No, I must not stop, or the Seven will curse me."
Right then, Bronn felt something crawl up through his sleeves. That was his cue, and he started to step backwards towards the gate.
"No! You dare call the Mother and Maiden's blessing a trick?" Bronn fanatically rambled and reached for the door. Then, he pulled it open and kept it like that while he stood there, shouting. "Curse you! All five of you vile heretics! You sinners! Corrupt filth! Die, all five of you! I invoke the Stranger—I call forth Mother and Maiden's name, let the Stranger take you! All five of you! You sit on a mountain of gold and call my blessing trickery? DIE! ALL OF YOU! I curse you!"
Once he was sure that enough septons and septas heard him shout, he turned around and left, fuming and continuing to curse under his breath, but still loud enough to be audible.
Now we wait.
He walked out of the Starry Sept and headed back to the House of Seven Blessings. He was in a great mood as he could see his relationship with the Faith changing soon. He'd tried being the good guy, always thanking and praying. But all that had failed him.
Now, he'd decided to use the best tool a man of faith like him could use—fear. When the word of his powerful curses would spread, those against him would fear him, and those who sought his aid would adore him even more.
He soon entered his home.
"Lord Septon, Lady Lynesse Hightower is here."
Oh?
"Where is she?"
"She's in the confession chamber." Septa Unella pointed at the stairs.
Nodding, Bronn wasted no time and went up the stairs to the room right adjacent to the blessing bedding chamber he used to help women. The confession chamber and the bedding chamber were also joined with a door that didn't look like a door.
Knock! Knock!
He knocked and opened the door. The confession chamber was nothing special, just a small room with two chairs set face to face, and a thin zig-zag partition wall between the two chairs. Since Lynesse had entered before him, she was made to sit on the other side of the wall, so he wouldn't see her after entering the room.
"I'm Septon Bronn, my Lady." Bronn declared his presence. "Seven grant you ease, we'll not drag this longer than need be."
"Understood… Septon Bronn."
Sounds young, and sweet, and innocent.
First, Bronn lit some incense so the room was filled with a soothing scent. Then, finally, he settled down in his chair. He couldn't see Lynesse, however, and that was rather annoying. He wanted to see if she was a beauty or just a passing name.
"Seven see it, the Mother's mercy and the Maiden's truth," Bronn muttered, eyeing the wall. "Best say what you came to say, my Lady."
"I… I…" Lynesse stammered. "I have tried to sleep, Septon, but it will not come. My thoughts keep stirring, and I feel so very troubled."
Sleep troubles? Bronn already thought of the potion to give her. He could have ended the session right then and there. But he knew there was more to it.
"I hear you. Since when has this weight been pressing on you? Any idea of what set it upon you? In those nights the Seven deny you rest, what fills your thoughts?"
An audible gulp echoed in that empty room. Lynesse shifted in her chair; the rustling of her noble gown was audible.
"My thoughts… It's just… I think of... I… I think of this… Ser. I only saw him once, yet… I cannot help but think of him."
Lovestruck?
"Liking someone is no sin, my Lady. By the Seven, I assure you, there is n—"
"But I have sinned!" Lynesse insisted. "On some nights I… I sinned. I… Oh, Mother above, I… felt myself in an unholy way."
Bronn's lazy eyes opened wide all of a sudden, like thoughts were activated. Like a lamb had just fallen on his lap, and he wasn't even hungry.
"I see," Bronn muttered, pondering what to do. He couldn't fill her up like he'd done with Malora. That case was different, and Lynesse was Lord Leyton's youngest daughter, possibly the most adored. "How old are you, my Lady?"
"I'm eight and ten, Septon."
Bronn smirked and stood up. He abruptly grabbed the movable partition wall and pushed it away completely. And at last, he got to take a look at Lynesse.
Seven cunts!
Bronn was taken aback by her beauty. High cheekbones, pouty, full lips, noble face, bright blue eyes, face full of innocence. Mixed with her chest-length golden hair and creamy skin, she had Bronn caught frozen. While not curvy, he could see the swelling peaks on her chest inside that gown.
"Forgive me, my Lady, but for the Seven to absolve you, it had to be done," Bronn said, grinning like a wolf in a chapel. "Loving someone is no sin, and you're of age, so nothing wrong there. But the Maiden frowns when you take yourself in hand. Unmarried girls are meant to be innocent, and you've sullied that."
"W-What?" Lynesse rose to her feet quickly, her height enough to reach Bronn's shoulders. Her gown was noble, many-layered, but the wide neck showed so much pale, untouched skin that it was a sin to look at.
Hightowers, as expected. Bronn saw the fear and worry in Lynesse's eyes. She truly feared the Seven. The Hightowers were really religious.
"Sit, my Lady." Bronn held her shoulders, his fingers brushing against her warm skin. He pushed her down into the chair. "The Maiden and the Mother favor me. I mend flesh, mind, and spirit. Fear not, I'll draw all the sin out of you."
He meant that quite literally.
"You will?" Lynesse looked up at him with hope.
Bronn smiled, his cock twitching under his septon robes. He caressed her silky, golden hair on the head, then touched her face, as if reassuring her. "I've done this plenty of times, my Lady. The Seven are merciful, especially the Mother and the Maiden. But a sin can't wash away unless I know it's true. Show me your sin, my Lady."
Bronn understood that, as sheltered as Lynesse was, at her age of eighteen, she knew about sexual advances. She knew about bedding and how babies were made. She knew that, that was why she was touching herself. So, he didn't try to treat her like a fool.
Lynesse gulped, her jaw tightening visibly. "S-Show?"
"Ah…" Bronn frowned and waved his hand. "I believe you have misunderstood me, my Lady. I am aware it's shameful to remove all clothes and stand bare before a man. But I suggest you don't see me as a man but a vessel of the Mother and Maiden above. Through me course their blessing. As a healer, I have seen far too many men and women bare."
That did put her at ease as she nodded softly. "A-All my clothes?"
"Aye, my Lady. Your body's a temple of the Maiden, and I'll see it rightly blessed." Bronn claimed and stepped away from her. "If it feels wrong, might I suggest shedding the robes past that old curtain wall?"
"I-Is this necessary?"
Bronn sighed and shook his head. "Lady Lynesse, are you aware that to aid you, I'm supposed to sin as well? Only a sin can cancel another sin, like a sword stops a sword. To aid you, I'm prepared to bear the burden of sin. But if it's shame that stops you, I fear your sin has entered your mind, for your thoughts only think unholy matters."
Lynesse frowned.
Bronn stepped further away.
"Very well," Bronn said, nodding as he shuffled to the door. "I'll give you a potion to send you off to the Gods' arms at night. Drink it each eve. If it doesn't work… then Seven help us, the sin's already gnawed at your soul."
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