Little Whispers

Looking around, Jaime did not notice anyone but the two of them. If there had been someone, he would have spotted them by now but made sure to check again just to appease the woman that was with him. “If there is then they are not here now. I can walk you back to your home or husband if it would make you feel any safer.”

       She laughed openly when he said the word husband, though she didn’t let him into the joke so soon. A whore with a husband would be a terrible whore indeed. Still, she had strayed quite far and though she knew how she would get back, she didn’t fancy walking that far alone. 

Jorgan simply did not care why she would travel to other brothels, business or something else, the knight did not had any intentions to ask questions, since the last thing he would want know is think of Petyr Baelish. That wasn’t exactly the thing a man would want to think about when he was sleeping with a woman. He listened to her patiently while grabbing her face for another kiss, which was filled with non-fake passion, but after all that was what the knight excelled at, other than sword wielding. He lied on top of Alara, while satisfying her with his gallant, but sometimes harsh kisses on the neck, breasts and belly, before moving down even more. 

          The night went much in the way that she was to expect.There was hardly any difference between the men who came and went, even though they liked to believe that each of them were special. The true difference came in her own reaction to them, whether she felt anything for the way they moved on top of her. In Alara’s experience, pleasure was all about how desirable you found the other person. Jorgan was good. He made her laugh and for a few moments she almost forgot that she was being paid to be there. Alara had no big delusions about being in love, she didn’t think some man would save her, but she did believe that for a few moments, things could be about a person wanting her and that felt nice. 

The woman she was walking next to was beautiful, Ygritte didn’t blame her for being afraid that people were following her.  Men thought beautiful women were easy targets, but they were usually the fiercest if they knew how to use their looks to their advantage.  This women looked like she did.

      She knew better than to assume she was safe just because the woman in front of her was being nice. Alara knew these streets, and she knew that there were at least three ways she could get back from here if she needed to. Still, she was hardly going to flee when she was with someone who might have been able to protect her should a worse threat appear. Making enemies wasn’t on her list of things to do on that day. 

Bethany had always known that she was f

        She pressed her hands together in front of her, though a slight laugh came out from between her lips. She was spinning a tale, of course, but she never wanted anyone to feel that they had to be sorry for her. She had been poor and nothing, and now she was more than she could ever hope to be. Alara had climbed as high as a bastard could in this world, and her life was filled with benefits. 

“If the said clients are females, I see no problem.” He laughed at his own words, while still holding Alara’s face in his palms. All he knew about her is that she is one of Baelish’s employees and that she is a bastard. A different bastard, though. She was smart and had her ways, which gave her a hint of power in the society. Not that Jorgan truly cared for that, his intentions tonight were else. He kissed her once more, this time for a little bit longer, but also more passionate than the last one, before finally releasing her from his grasp. 

             “ you have an optimistic view about who i spend my time with. ”

    The more Sansa looked at the womans face, the more she was certain that they did know each other. Given the location, she thought it must have been from the time she spent in the Vale as Alayne. “I grew up in a loving home but I never appreciated it and the protection it had for me when I was there until I left and was forced to live in a cruel one. Do you like it here or are you thinking of moving yourself to another place?”

      “ this is the best place i have ever lived. ”

It wasn’t hard to spot when someone was in need. Jaime had seen so much of it King’s Landing that it was almost natural to spot it. When a beautiful woman was in need, more people paid attention. The blonde hair was even more easy to spot given how bright it was and how dark the night. Once she seemed to have herself safe, Jaime walked over to her. “Is everything okay?”

        She flinched slightly when she heard a voice behind her, but when no blow came, her shoulders relaxed slightly. There were people out in the world who recognised who she once was. Her childhood had been spent on the streets of King’s Landing, fighting to get by. No doubt, there were those who would quite happily wish to tell her what they thought about her new good fortune. 

       The figure stepped into the clearance of the flames, offering Jon an overlook of the situation he was in. Although he had the faith he’d be able to handle any unwanted attacks that might come down his way, he wasn’t particularly fond of the possibility. The odds only grew given the situation that he was in. And, truth be told, it should have eased his heart to see the frame of a woman, dainty and lonesome, but for a moment, it barely did much to soothe at his tensed shoulders. After all, most of the women he’d been around of were either Free Folk or some other exceptional cases, such as the Red Woman. They were the furthest thing away from harmless. Either way, he was aware that wasn’t the case with most, just like not all men were robbing savages.

     A man of the nights watch wasn’t the best person for a whore to be around. They certainly weren’t meant to pay her for any of the real services that she could offer to a person. Still, the prospect of not being completely alone for the rest of the night seemed to be a more promising one than the options that she already had. She was a sociable person, had trained herself to be and the hours until she could see well enough to ride would have been long. When he sat, she mirrored his movements, completely open and showing that she was not about to be a threat to him at any point. Looking into the small bag that she had brought with her, she produced some wine and took a drink of it. In the last few years, she had almost become numb to the sensation, needing more and more to get her drunk in the end. 

Catelyn could only roll her eyes at the way the girl kept glancing behind her, as if scared. Perhaps she couldn’t see the auburn of her hair, and the cloak hid enough to make someone afraid of her presence. Not that it was needed. She wasn’t stalking the young woman, it only happened to be the same way she was walking through. “Calm down, girl. I am not following you. You may stop running.” Her footsteps were lighter as her voice sounded out from behind the Alara, raspy and tired.

      Even when she heard the voice behind her, she was hardly comforted. Petyr had a great many enemies and she was well known as his favourite and most useful whore. She had been threatened before and was well aware of the fact that there were people who would quite happily hurt her to get to him. She didn’t know who this woman was, or why she was following her down the street trying to get her from not fleeing away. 

“You know that I don’t like calling yourself an object.” He said, despite that it was a fact. Her profession was nothing, but to please others, the gallant side of the knight did not like the overall mindset that the whores were with, though. Or more like taught with. Of course, their craft revolved around giving pleasure, and men treated them like toys, but the knight was way more passionate with them than the rest of the men. He had his way with words and manners, which gave him a lot of fortune in the bad. She was different, though, and they shared the pleasures, that the nights spent together had offered them. “I myself am not so exhausted this time.” He laughed, while remembering their last encounter. To his memories, he was coming back from an exhausting hunt, which resulted into some inexperienced men getting injured badly. Of course, the situation was quite amusing to Jorgan, as it was long back ago when he was in their situation as well. The night ended in a feast which used their caught trophies as food, and some particularly good time with the lady standing in front of him.

              “ a joke, darling. ”

“Yes, I have gathered that on my own.” She had no interest in making friends with the other attenders of the King’s court, least of all the knights who paraded themselves in their pretty armor. The sellsword did not truly have a place there, but she supposed that she did not mind so long as she was free to pursue her own goals. So far, that had been the case.  “Employer.” She repeated the term, testing the word with her accented growl. “So you have a choice, then? If you no longer wish to perform?” In Slaver’s Bay, pleasure slaves were popular chattel. Most young girls stolen away seemed to be sent off to houses to be trained, and from there they would live as property to the Master of the pleasure house. Ezzara herself was under the impression she’d avoided such a fate by acting as she had when she’d first been sold–she’d punched, kicked, and bitten her way from a future in sexual bondage and instead had landed in pit fighting. She did not know which was preferable. “What do you mean ‘his protection?’”

       She slipped again at her wine, glancing around the tavern at the people who were drinking. Alara couldn’t shake the feeling that she was not one of them, not from some false sense of superiority, but because she truly didn’t feel like she understood them anymore. Once, she had been one of them, with her mother and her strugging to make ends meet. Now, she made enough for the both of them. Her life might have changed, but her mother no longer had to barter for food when she didn’t have the money to pay. 

Shireen herself didn’t put much effort into trying to figure out who the woman was. The truth was she wasn’t sure exactly who had access to the gardens. She knew of course that they weren’t for everyone, but she didn’t know all the nobility in Kings Landing at any time, and didn’t pay too much attention to the comings of people, although her father had advised her to keep up with what was going on. 

      She never knew which way to go when it came to introductions. Alara believed in the truth. She openly wanted to stand by what she did, but if she was there for information, it sometimes was best for her to choose the tactical way out of things. The girl in front of her was young, perhaps too young to see that whores were not the work of the devil. It didn’t seem that she would do well from telling her entire backstory there. 

   Visiting the Vale was always a treat if only for the scenery. Most of the people had grown used to her visits and were always welcoming. While they knew her face with dark black hair or her natural red, she was also growing used to the faces of them. 

      She would have known Sansa Stark almost anywhere. A long time before, when the two of them were much younger and the other girl in a ot more trouble, they had crossed paths. Still, she couldn’t imagine why she would have remembered anything about the whore who Petyr used as his spy. Where Petyr went, she usually wasn’t much further behind. Her face, however, was a welcome change. Alara had been one of those who had kept her secret, who would have done anything to keep her safe. 

Ygritte had no idea why the woman in front of her was in such a rush.  She had just been walking slowly, and then once Ygritte stepped out of the barn behind her, the woman started speeding up.  Was she running from something or someone?  The Wildling started to run to catch up with the stranger, one hand reaching for her dagger.  She hated when people intimidated people younger or smaller than them.  “Ye alright girly?  Is someone after ya  Why ya walking so fast?”

       She relaxed slightly when she heard the sound of a woman’s voice behind her, though it by no means meant that she was safe The women in this kingdom could be more dangerous than men. Still on guard, she caught eyes with the woman and smiled gratefully. There were so many people who would want to send a message to Petyr, and she was one of the best ways to do so. He made it known that she was his most valuable wheres. 

Though Bethany hadn’t really spoken to many prostitutes, she didn’t think any of them would want to quit such line of work and even more so when their boss was Petyr Baelish. It was clear that he had invested a lot in this girl so how easy he would let her go was another question. “I’m sure you will be able to do so soon. When you do, where do you see yourself living?”

    The idea that she would want to quit was a lie, of course. This wasn’t a job for a weak girl, but Alara had never been that kind of a girl. She knew the risks when she joined this world. Perhaps, one day when she was old and had been with enough men to last a lifetime, she might move somewhere else. Still, for a lady of the court, it was a pretty story to think she wanted to get out. 

“Maybe one day I will show you,” Dontin smiled. She was new after all, though Dontin hadn’t been with all of the workers, he had been with a select few and the others had asked for him to take them instead of his usual girls. He walked into the room and to his surprise, it was empty even though it was one of the nicer room. “I’m not sure where it ended up. The girl I was with previously ripped off my shirt and it must have fallen somewhere…” It wasn’t usually how Dontin would go about it but he needed the pin and he needed help…

        “ and who says i would let you? ”