WIP/Finish That Thang Wednesday/Thursday
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I HAVE STARTED THE JAEHAEGON FIC and this is from the prologue. It's rough, so please don't judge me. Also I hated being in the POV of this man but here we are. The final version of this will be more vile because this is a vile man but not so bad here.
This was not the ugliest thing that Tessario had ever been tasked with. It was, however, the easiest. The halls of Maegor’s Holdfast were dim this late into the night. Any other time, he’d be on the Street of Silk, but this night was a different pleasured pursuit. No child should be above reproach, no matter how highborn they were. A beat about the head would straighten that pale shite of a kingling better than the beatings of his whipping boy, in Tessario’s mind. The child-queen? From the rare glimpses he’d caught of her and Peake’s reports, putting the mewling piglet out of her misery would be a kindness. Women had no need for wits, but the girl was vacant, drooling, and weeping and that was too much. He’d fuck, feast, and drink well when this night was done. The hallway was empty for the guard change while Flowers took respite. With hinges well oiled, the door opened easily, just as Tessario preferred. The queen’s chambers were empty; the fire had given way to the warm, ember glow that tossed shadows long and haunting around the room. He swept around for the Baratheon cunt. Flowers had said she was sweet-mouthed and willing, and he wanted a taste of that. After this, there would be no problem to take her. The window was unlocked easily enough, fluttering blue curtains shoved away, and the city spread stinking and dark beneath. He leaned out and eyed the dry moat so very far down below. It would be quiet. People rarely screamed from the shock of being thrown. The gibbering idiot queen might even laugh. The drapes were pulled about the bed, far too luxurious for anyone but Tessario deserved a big fucking bed, enough to hold him and a dozen whores. Mayhaps Peake would let him have this one. The thought brought a smile to his face as he opened the curtains… and froze. The Targaryen king was as pale as a ghost, his hair gone white in the dark, glowing even, but his eyes were those endless pools of black. He wore his customary black velvet, and in his lap, he held a doll with purple glass eyes and a cloud of silver curls. The boy-king didn’t smile. He never smiled. “You’re probably wondering what I’m doing here.”
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