Tyrion Lannister, who fled to his favorite place in the morning from his reception at the palace, went to his favorite place. He gave orders to the chief of the royal guard, explaining where he could be found. After wearing a black road cloak and finishing the wine from the cup, he went to the brothel "Ripe Cherry". Now he needed a dark-haired girl who helped him relax like no one else. Anticipating the pleasure, Little Demon smiled carnivorously and, whistling quietly, went outside the castle gates.
Lady Ann's brothel was rightly considered one of the best in town. It was not far from the Red Castle, but in a quiet and deserted alley. The building in which he was located was inconspicuous, and a random passer-by would not have guessed the house in it for fun. The walls were painted gray, but the paint had already peeled off from the entrance side and looked old and neglected. On the other hand, the house was hidden from the curious eyes by tall olive trees, and few knew what was really behind those massive wooden doors and tightly closed windows.
Tyrion entered the interior and found himself in a stuffy room. Candles were placed everywhere and the smell of all kinds of oil was pleasant. A naked girl walked past him, shaking her hips deliciously and sparkling with her eyes. Tyrion's lustful gaze and her elastic ass wagged, she fled to one of the long, dark corridors.
- Lord Hand! - A full-bodied woman murmured as she went out to meet him. She was the mistress of the brothel, her own person. As always, her puffy lips were densely covered in bright red lipstick, making her young face look a little comical. She smiled playfully. - Nice to see you again! We just had a new addition. There are even two girls who are still intact. They were brought from Lisa, and there, as you know, the best whores!
The woman winked conspicuously at Little Demon as if she were an old friend.
- Thank you, Lady Anne. I have no doubts about the quality of your services. - Here Tyrion remembered his late friend Sire Bronn Blackwater. About him and about the disease that caused his sudden death. The dwarf shuddered and then added:
- You know, my tastes are the same. I need my Meg.
- As you wish, My Lord. - After a little bowing, the hostess of the place spoke. - Go upstairs and I'll send the girl to you as soon as she is free.
As soon as Tyrion fled on the spiral staircase, the smile came off Lady Anne's face.
Tyrion went up to the second floor of a small but cozy room and found himself in a narrow, dark corridor. He headed resolutely for his permanent room, but suddenly he heard familiar voices from the next room. Stops at the slightly open door, and Tyrion, curious about it, looked inside carefully. The darkness was hiding him, and he was not afraid to be noticed. On a huge round bed he saw naked bodies woven together, in one of which he recognized the son of the Queen of the North. He laughed, and the Hand was about to step away from the door, but then he heard something that made him freeze in place.
- My mother always told me that I looked like my father, and my uncle told me from childhood that I would be as great a warrior as my father. But, Ned, the gods see, I don't want all this! - he said in despair, burying his face in a pillow. In his voice, he heard an undisguised longing.
Tyrion looked at the man lying on the crumpled silk sheets. So he pulled his pale face away from the pillow and the Little Demon could see the guy. It was his beloved nephew, Jenn. With his green eyes wide open, Tyrion stood still as if he had been struck by thunder.
Ned, with the cup in his hands, came up and sat down on the edge of the bed. He put the cup on a small table and gently stroked Jenna over her blonde hair, then gently slid her fingertips over her unshaven, slightly prickly cheek, and smiled warmly, saying:
- You are not alone, believe me. I, too, have great hopes. My mother is going to find me a passageway to marry and go to the North or to the Eagle's Nest. But the thought of getting married scares me. - After a hard breath, the North Prince plucked off a black berry from a ripe bunch of grapes.
Jenn raised his head and, sparkling with his blue eyes, spoke quietly:
- I don't want you to get married.
Ned smiled with his charming smile and set the grape in the mouth of the blonde young man, touching his lips slightly with his fingers, swollen with kisses. Jenn stood up on his elbow and pierced the northerner's face.
- Do you think your mother will become Queen? After all, she really has more rights than anyone else.
The Prince of the North frowned a little and said slowly:
- I'm afraid it's not as simple as we think.
When Tyrion realized he had seen and heard too much, he quietly walked away from the open door. Thoughts in his head were galloping.