"Milady's, I, I would not recommend….dressing so, the passageways
and corridors we must use are narrow and dusty, and sometimes
dirty, I fear your dress might be ruined" she said, keeping her eyes
averted and not daring to directly challenge any of her so called
betters.
"What?" came a sharp reply from the haughty Lannister bitch who
she was supposed to escort as far as Prince Hugh's bed.
"You clothes milady, they could get ruined…." She replied,
wondering if this chit was as simple as she was beautiful. For Lady
Tyshara Lannister was a beauty alright, ten and nine and blonde
haired and green eyed, like most Lannister's she noted, though not
her Lady mother, who was dark of hair and eye.
The girl had inherited her mother's looks but her father's colouring
obviously, slim, and willowy, but with enough subtle curves to betray
a woman's figure underneath her fancy clothing. Inherited the usual
highborn contempt for smallfolk she noted, catching a glimpse of the
girl's face, normally a vision of heavenly beauty twisted into a very
unflattering scowl.
"She has a point," added Lady Lannister, who gave her rather sharp
glance, before adding, "you brought a bundle of extra clothes, did
you not?"
"I did my lady."
"For this very eventuality?"
"Yes my lady."
"Clever girl, Tyshara, you will dress in the clothes provided by this
servant."
"I will NOT!" came the heated reply, along with a stamped foot.
"You will, your Lady mother commands it! Now disrobe and change
at once…."
"I will not, I will not dress like some, like some…."
"Like some what daughter mine? Like some servant of the Red
Keep, looking to be unnoticed, or like a High-Born Lady, whose
presence in the servants' passageways would draw immediate
attention and comment, and maybe even result in you being
discovered?"
"No…" the girl pouted, her face beginning to flush a dangerous
shade of red, and Ayemma reminded herself to keep her face still
and blank.
"Tyshara, you either do this or I will send your sister instead, do you
want that now?"
The girl fumed and glared at her mother, before relenting, but without
conceding an inch. "Very well, can this chit assist me in undressing
and dressing?"
"I cannot assist you in undressing milady, but in dressing, yes I can."
Lady Lannister called for one of her maids and Lady Tyshara was
undressed, her fine clothing removed quickly and efficiently by the
maid.
She then proceeded to help the Lannister chit into the clothes she
had brought along, a set of her maids' outfit, but one of the ones
made from the fine cloth that Hugh had gifted her.
"That is fine material, for a serving wench's clothes," remarked Lady
Lannister, her eyes narrowing and fixing on her face.
"Yes, yes milady, the cloth was a, a gift….." she stammered out,
deliberately deciding that a partial truth and acting embarrassed
would server her purposes well here.
"Indeed," came the dry reply from Lady Lannister, who turned back
to her daughter once she was finished being dressed.
"Pull up the cowl my dear, hide that Lannister gold atop your
head…."
This Tyshara did, a look of sour resentment plastered across her
features, a little part of her delighted that Hugh would not have to
suffer the planned attentions of this chit. A shame that he would have
to marry some Highborn lass, but such was the way of things, he
was certainly never going to marry her, of that she was certain. She
might get to continue as his mistress or paramour as the called them
in Dorne, but even then she doubted it. She consoled herself with
the thoughts of some noble maiden lass confronting Hugh's pillar on
her wedding night, and the terror and pain the poor chit would suffer
at his hands, well, at his cock actually. And would it not be such a
delight if this particular noble born cunt were to get a good
hammering from dear Hugh? Why she would almost let him deflower
this Lannister bitch, just to listen in on the girls sure to be howls of
pain as Hugh took her.
She shook her head internally at these pleasant thoughts, and if she
was honest Hugh was at least a considerate lover, he would dutifully
work his tongue and lips over her entrance and pay particular
attention to that little, secret bud that brought so much pleasure. It
was his oversized member that was the problem, and his habit of
driving himself too deep within her, like most men he always thrust
too deep and too hard. She had learned well enough to avoid letting
Hugh mount her from behind, the depth he was capable of was
simply too painful and uncomfortable to bear, Hugh proclaimed to
like this position the most, because of course he would.
She returned her attention to the room, everything was ready for
them to leave, Lannister guards would clear out the corridors and
passageways ahead of them until they reached the nearest entrance
to the servants' passageways, and she would take the Lady Tyshara
as far as the closest exit to Prince Hugh's chambers. There they
would enter, Lady Tyshara posing as a maid accompanying her,
leaving the Lannister chit there to undress and hop into Hugh's bed.
The seduction plan, such as it was, lacked a certain finesse as far as
she was concerned, and she had a sneaky suspicion that Lady
Tyshara was no longer in possession of her maidenhead, which to
her mind made the trap for Hugh even more insidious.
She was supposed to be the one to alert the Lannister's to demand
admittance to Prince Hugh's chambers, so that he could be 'caught'
as it were, of course she had absolutely no intention of doing that.
For she was running an altogether different plan to what the
Lannister's were paying her a Gold Dragon for.
Emerging into Maegor's holdfast, both of them carrying bundles of
bedding and sheets, which the Lannister chit had sniffed at when
she had thrust them into her arms, they gained admittance to Prince
Hugh's chambers, no Kingsguard stood at the doors to his
chambers, only two of his personal guards. Both of them were well
known to her and both were bribed well enough to keep her visits a
secret, and to look the other way as required.
Inside the chambers Lady Tyshara quickly disrobed and got into
Hugh's bed, instructing her to leave and to be ready to spring the
trap being set by the Lannisters. She gave a quick positive response
and an even quicker bow and left the clueless bitch to her own
devices, retreating out of Prince Hugh's chambers.
Now for the part she had no control over, she retreated back down
the corridor to the servants' entrance and slipped inside, waiting,
until she heard the voices she had been waiting for.
Slipping out she spied Prince Hugh and Grand Maester Gerardys,
the later was in on the plot, having been paid handsomely for his
time, though the Grand Maester was not party to all of the various
machinations, of that she was certain. She was even not fully in the
know, but she suspected that this little 'event' was part of something
much bigger, much more serious than just an attempted seduction.
"Prince Hugh," she gave him a curtsy, "Grand Maester", another
curtsy, "may, may I have a word with Prince Hugh please?"
"Of course," replied the Grand Maester, who withdrew a few steps,
as did the two guards with Hugh, for all of his men were on the
payroll of the Mistress of Whispers and had been informed to not
involve themselves in her affairs with Prince Hugh.
"Ayemma?" Hugh asked, as she led him away a few feet, to give
them some privacy. She stepped in closer than was usually
considered polite and whispered, "Lady Tyshara Lannister is in your
chambers, actually in your bed, naked…."
"I see," replied Hugh, something interesting darting in the depths of
his indigo eyes, before it vanished, leaving her just the slightest bit
annoyed for some reason.
"Lady Johanna Lannister will be on her way in a few moments to
'discover' you with her daughter, you can guess the rest," she lied,
for the Lannister's would not make a move until she reported back to
them.
"I can, interesting…" replied Hugh, who appeared to be remarkably
calm at this news she thought, or was he stupid and did not
understand the import of what she was telling him? Or, even worse,
did he want to tup that blonde Lannister girl, and did not care one
whit of the consequences? Was Hugh just another man who was
ruled by his pillar, mayhaps so given its gigantic size….
"Lady Tyshara Lannister eh? The older and prettier of Lady
Johanna's daughters, ten and nine if I am not mistaken and un
betrothed, likely to come with a fabulous dowry courtesy of the riches
of Casterly Rock. Makes sense to try and snag a dragon rider does it
not? Would allow them to effectively deal with those Ironborn
cunts…..smart move, if high risk….."
Ayemma did not reply to this, from Hugh's face she knew he was
thinking, so she let him ruminate a bit more.
"Yes, but that is not the question dear Ayemma, now is it? For the
question is how do you, a serving wench who apparently prefers
dragonrider cock, know about all this?" A tight smile was plastered
on Hugh's face as he said this, it vanished like a candle snuffed out
when he asked her, "who are you and who do you work for lass?"
She leaned in even closer and whispered, "you will meet who I work
for later on, but read this first" she said, carefully slipping a small
scroll into Hugh's hands, not the kind of scroll used for raven's she
noted idly.
Hugh palmed the scroll and whispered. "I look forwards to meeting
your employer," his voice harsh and dangerous sounding, making
tingles rush up and down her back.
"That's funny," she countered, "they are looking forwards to meeting
you also…"