Chapitre 17: First Time?
"298 AC, Red Keep…
Most occupants of the castle were still asleep but there was a commotion in the Hand's Tower.
Even before the lights were falling onto the yard, Rody was directing the clansmen towards the tunnels he found last night. Though most of them grumbled, they were eager to explore as the tunnels looked like the natural caves that were found in their homeland.
However, after one or two of the clansmen returned with wounds, Rody ordered them to go in groups. The tunnels were covered with traps and he was not going to allow them to fall just because of some misstep.
It took them nearly ten days to just map out the surroundings of Hand's Tower and even then one of them was lost inside the tunnels. The clansmen found at least ten children without tongues roaming through the tunnels and brought them to Lord Stark.
Rody did not know what was spoken in the small council but he saw Lord Stark come to the Small Hall with a frown on his face.
From what he heard, the Master of Whisperers was aggravated and complained about the actions of the Hand. However, as per Lord Stark's orders, all of the tunnels leading to the Hand's Tower were sealed.
Although that was only the rumors around the keep as Lord Stark ordered Rody to leave one of tunnels open and send the clansmen deeper into the tunnels to map them out.
The Master of Whisperers and several others probably knew about what the Northmen were doing but there was little of what they could do to prevent it. After all, the Hand was a friend of the king and a request from him was worth more than all of the small council combined.
Though everything was not going according to Lord Stark's wishes… A tourney was going to be held in two weeks in his name and despite trying to stop it, the only thing Lord Stark could do was curbing the rewards a bit. And he was having a hard time trying to root out the corruption from the city as even the king's own brother, Renly Baratheon, was not doing anything to help.
Rody knew that Lord Stark was having a hard time as the new Hand as his authority was not established fully yet. That was why he was helping Lord Stark with his children.
Sansa was a dutiful girl and already knew his father was busy with the matters of the kingdom. Alas the same thing could not be said about Arya as she was full of mischief. At least, Lord Stark's quick maneuver by hiring the First Sword of Braavos as her dance master was enough to deter the little girl from other things.
On the other hand, seeing that the clansmen were doing their job perfectly, Rody left them to their own devices and busied himself with other things.
After all, he was to prepare for the coming tourney. Rody was going to attend the melee and he had the full support of Lord Stark.
After a long morning of training, he was in the Small Hall drinking ale and chatting with his men who were on a day off.
"Father made me promise to marry after returning to the North." said of the man, "He constantly complains that he is going to die without seeing a grandson of his."
"Worry less Benny," said the oldest of the greycloaks while smiling to himself, "Marriage is a good thing. When you go home, there will be someone who will put a hot meal before you. And when you come to love your wife, there will be no man happier than you."
"Aye, you are right." One of the younger men chimed in, "Or else our fate will be like the captain's, forever virgin!!"
Just at that moment an empty cup flew over from the other side of the table and hit the young man's head.
"Go fill my cup." Rody said with squinted eyes.
"Right away, Captain." said the young man while grinning.
The others laughed at the joke as one of them said, "Leave the chap, Captain. Everyone knows you are still a virgin. I tell you, we have some good lasses ripe for marriage in our village. You should come to see them."
"He is a noble now, he won't be looking at common girls." said Benny while eyeing Rody with a glee, "Only highborn girls with soft hands must be in his eyes. Though if I didn't know him, I would be in doubt about his choices…"
Everyone laughed while Rody rose to his feet to leave. If those things were said to another noble, their head would have rolled over the ground even before they could complete their sentences but Rody considered every one of them his friends so other than being a bit disgruntled, no harm would come just because of their jokes.
He left them to their jokes as he left the hall and was met with a little boy arguing with guards at the door.
"I tell you, it was Master Tobho Mott who sent me, I have news for Lord Greyguard!" said the boy with an ash covered face.
"Lord Greyguard is a busy man, boy. He has no time for you." said one of the guards.
At that moment, Rody came beside the guards, "I still would like to learn what I don't have time for."
The guards turned around with wide eyes as a smirk took over the boy's face, "I'm sorry, milord. but Lord Stark forbade any foreigner from entering the castle. That is why we…"
Rody waved his hand to silence them and turned to the boy. "Tell me, what is so urgent for you to disturb the guards?"
"Master Tobho Mott sent me to inform you that your commission is ready for taking, milord." The boy spoke in one breath.
"Good news you've brough," Rody took out a silver coin from his sack and gave it to the boy, "Tell Master Tobho Mott to we will be there in a few hours."
The boy nodded his head and began running all the way back. After all, from here to the smith was an hour of walk.
After watching the boy leave, Rody turned his head back to one of the guards, "Harren, go call Crag. Last I heard, he was at the small council with Lord Stark. I will be waiting for him near the stables."
"Yes, my lord." The guard named Harren nodded his head and went away with long steps.
Rody went to pick the required coin from Lord Stark's room and then made his way towards the stables to prepare two horses for himself and Crag but he saw Jory with a brown cape, mounting a horse. There were two men beside him.
"Jory, nice to see you leave the Red Keep at last." Rody said while smiling.
"Well, you are not the only one given a task by Lord Stark." Jory looked around and lowered his voice, "Though mine requires a bit of secrecy so I would be glad if you do not yell my name for everyone to hear."
"Fat chance of that, there is no secret in this castle. Half of it probably already knows where you are going." Rody laughed as he learned that hiding a secret in this castle was the hardest thing.
This place was inhabited by madness as there were even tunnels just to listen to the conversation of its occupants. He wondered what kind of madness the king of that age was inflicted with to order the construction of such atrocity.
Jory grumbled under his cape, "Then tell me the secret of yours… where are you going?"
"Nothing important," Rody shrugged, "Crag's armor is ready so we are going to visit Master Tobho Mott's shop."
A strange gleam came over Jory's eyes, "Is that so? Then you wouldn't mind mee accompanying you, after all being one of the first people seeing Crag's rumored armor would be a good story."
Rody squinted his eyes as he watched Jory. He was sure that he was not going to come to see Crag's armor but for another reason. However, he couldn't understand what he was after so, in the end, he relented and let Jory come with them.
They left the keep after Crag came. Jory let the two men beside him stay at the castle while he traveled with Crag and Rody alone.
It did not take them long to reach the shop. The street was busy as always so they left their horses near a tavern and went on foot through the street.
The shop they were going to visit was at the end of the street but it was also the busiest part as it was the place where the nobles tended to visit for high quality goods.
Rody saw the mastersmith standing before an armor stand and holding his chin.
"Master Tobho Mott!" Rody yelled from outside seeing him.
The middle aged man turned around and beckoned for Rody and others to come in while coming forward to greet them.
"I see you have completed it before the day you promised?" Rody said.
"Aye, my lord. The materials came early so I had the chance to complete it two days earlier." The mastersmith said, "Come, let me show you. This is my masterpiece, you won't find better armor in Westeros."
Rody and others followed the middle aged man and came before an armor stand. The armor hung on the stand was a beast on its own.
The set of armor had a pointed helm with half a face guard shaped like the eyes of a demon. Attached to the top were leaf-shaped pieces of metal, covering the entire top of the helm.
Its shoulders were fairly pointy, long and big in size. They were decorated with three large, dragonclaw-like spikes on each side, curved towards the back.
The upper arms were protected by squared, fully covering rerebraces which sit loosely under the shoulderplates. The lower arms were covered by vambraces which had rows upon rows of small metal pieces, mimicking lizard scales.
The breastplate was made from several separate pieces which were layered on top of each other. It was covering everything from the neck down and ending at the groin, but the shoulder area was fairly exposed to allow for more movement space. On the chest area was the embroilment of a weirwood tree with a crying face and tears of blood. Its body was all white but the outlines were of black to accentuate them.
The upper legs were covered by a chainmail skirt reaching just below the groin. The lower legs were protected by greaves which had several rows of barb-like spikes on the outer sides.
Crag muttered several words in Old Tongue as he touched the armor with shining eyes. It was apparent from his eyes that he was eager to wear it.
"Where can I wear it?" Crag asked with an excited face.
"Calm down, Crag." Rody laughed, "You still haven't seen your new warhammer."
Hearing what was hinted, Tobho Mott yelled for his apprentice to bring the warhammer. "The warhammer was made by my apprentice, my lord. He is quite good with weapons and I believe you will not be disappointed."
Soon after a boy with a square jaw, bushier brows, and tangled hair came out. He had a sullen face and he was holding an enormous warhammer in his hands.
"Milord," The boy said as he extended the warhammer towards Crag.
Crag picked the warhammer. Despite its enormous body, its size was perfect for the giant.
"I bet I could even cut down a giant with this…" Crag said as he weighed the warhammer.
"You bet," Rody rolled his eyes as opened the small chest he brought with him.
"Here are your golds, Master Mott." Rody said, "Lord Stark completed the amount to 2000 golden coins. Hope it will satisfy you for our future dealings."
"It certainly satisfies, my lord." Master Mott said with a big smile on his face. He turned his head to his apprentice and told him to empty the chest in the backroom.
"You can follow the boy to wear the armor. He will help you, my lord." Master Mott said to Crag.
Crag nodded his head and followed the boy while Rody and others talked about daily matters.
"Your apprentice looks like a strong boy, Master. His father should be either a strongman or a warrior, right?" Jory suddenly asked.
"Aye, the boy must have huge potential to be able to work with the best smith in Westeros." Rody said. After all, the man's fame was known through the Seven Kingdoms.
"A good lad, indeed." Master Mott tensed a bit but then he nodded his head, "He is already better than most smiths."
As they were talking, a giant cluster of steel came out from the backroom. It was holding a similar giant warhammer in his hands. The only inclination of it being a human was the open visor.
"Truly a giant," Rody muttered.
"How is it, my lord?" Master Mott asked.
Crag pointed towards his groin as he asked awkwardly, "Can we stretch this part a bit?"
Master Mott nodded his head rapidly and he said that could be done in a matter of minutes.
On the other hand, Jory's mouth was hung open in shock due to the giant in armor before him and his question.
Not everyday,you were able to see someone complaining because of the tightness of their armor's crotch area.
While they were waiting for Crag and Master Mott to handle the armor, Jory was talking with the master's apprentice. Their talk was mainly about the boy's parentage so Rody did not give any attention and just looked around the shop.
They left the shop after an hour of waiting. Master Mott promised to have the armor delivered to the castle the next morning as it was not suitable to carry it on hand and wearing full plate armor broad daylight in a city packed to the brim was not a good idea.
"Lord Stark will be surprised when he sees you in your new armor," Rody said as he laughed, "You should have seen yourself. Even Umbers would be ashamed to call themselves giant when they see you!"
"Aye, even at this age he is bigger than Lord Umber." Jory said with a smile but then his face morphed into a serious one. "However, don't be overconfident. You will be guarding Lord Stark and his security is the most important thing. The enemies you will face will not be villagers you will face in wars but real knights."
Crag nodded his head sullenly and said, "Lord Stark said the same thing, you can be sure that I would die before anyone could lay a hand on Lord Stark, my lord."
Jory nodded his head proudly and they continued to ride their horses towards the Red Keep. On the way, Jory told them he was going to visit a brothel on Lord Stark's orders.
Rody and Crag looked at him with suspicious eyes but, in the end, they decided to stay by his side until Red Keep as per Lord Stark's orders, no Northerner was going to visit the city alone.
The Street of Silks was a place of wonder for Rody as during the dusk, every door was decorated with a different color of lamp. However, Jory's choice had been a two stories tall building with a swinging ornate lamp of gilded metal and scarlet glass.
"Ah, this is the place," Jory said while eyeing the door of the building. A black-skinned woman with a colorful dress and a folded fan was standing on the door.
As Rody and others came before its doors, the woman invited them inside with a warm smile on her face and a thick foreign accent, "Welcome, my lords. Came to open your eyes to the world? Come inside, from Yi Tish to Lyseni, you will find everything you seek here."
"Madam Chataya, thank you for your kind offer but we were looking for more Westerosi kind." Jory said, taking the lead by getting inside, "Especially the one named Mhaegen."
"Unfortunately, she is busy with another customer right now. However, we have many girls who could satisfy your needs." Chataya clapped her hands as several girls rose to their feet and came beside the black-skinned woman.
"This one is Dancy. Look at her hands, they are made for delicate work." Madam Chataya showed a girl with pug-nose, freckles and long, thick red hair. A black pearl was hung on her collar and her sweet smile was proof of her skill.
"Don't like freckles? Then I would offer you Marei, her words are enough to make you feel the Mother's warmth but her mouth would send you to heaven directly." This time, Chataya showed a green eyed and porcelain skinned girl. Her long straight hair was pale white-gold and she had an arrogant look on her face.
This girl reminded Rody of the queen. She also had the same arrogant look when he saw her first time in Winterfell.
Just as Madam Chataya was going to introduce the last girl, Jory cut in, "Madam, we just came to talk with Mhaegen. There is no need to waste your time with us."
The smile on Madam Chataya's face fell and a frown took over its place, "If you are not planning to pay then leave, we have no place for freeloaders."
"My lady, we came here on the orders of…" Jory attempted to speak but Madam Chataya cut his words short.
"I am no lady, and even if the king comes, he has to pay. Now pay up or leave." said the black-skinned woman.
Seeing that they were getting the attention of the surrounding woman, Rody put his hand on Jory's shoulder, "Of course, visiting a brothel and not paying would be frowned upon even by a king. How much would you require for these two girls?"
Jory grumbled but let Rody speak. On the other hand, the smile on Madam Chataya's face returned and he raised three fingers. "Three for only one of you. There are three of you so you will pay for three people."
"So it is only ninety silvers," Rody said as he took out his purse and extended a golden coin, "Here you go, I will even pay you extra for your hard work."
Madam Chataya's mouth hung open as the girls beside her began to giggle while Jory facepalmed.
"It is not silver but golden coins…" Jory whispered to Rody.
Redness crept up from Rody's neck to his face as he just untied his sack and directly gave it to the madam. "Ahem, there are a hundred golden coins here. It's for your hard work."
Madam Chataya snatched the sack of coins and looked inside. Then she grinned sweetly and clapped her hands. "Girls, give them forty minutes of heaven."
The girls began giggling and tried to pull them to separate rooms. Rody held the blond girl's hand and said awkwardly, "Surely we can just talk here for some time?"
Madam Chataya grinned and said, "Do you see a place to sit here? This place is for greeting the customers. If you want to talk with her, then get into a room and talk there."
While Crag let himself be led into a room like he won a chicken in a shooting contest, Jory was insisting that his coins were on Mhaegen. Seeing that there was no escape, Rody also followed the girl inside and thought about spending his time while drinking some wine.
As the girl opened the door to one of the rooms, his eyes were greeted by a woman riding a fat man like a horse. His eyes grew wide and before he could perceive the scene, the door was shut.
"Sorry, I thought it was empty." The blonde girl grinned and dragged Rody towards the room at the end of the corridor.
"This room is reserved for the madam's special guests. Although I was never allowed in, I think it won't hurt getting in just one time." said the blonde woman.
However, as soon as they stepped inside, the blonde woman pressed herself to Rody's lips. Rody did not know what to do so he stood still and played dead.
Seeing there was no reaction, the woman backed off and looked at Rody with a frown.
"What is it? Am I not pretty enough for your liking, milord?" She said with apparent anger on her face.
"I…" Rody did not know what to say so he averted his eyes. He buckled under the woman's strong gaze.
If one of his men saw this, he would have shamed eternally as a man who slayed countless others were shying from the gaze of a prostitute.
"You what?" The woman named Marei squinted her eyes and crossed her arms under her bountiful breasts, "Wait a minute…"
A mocking look took over Marei's face as she took Rody's hand and led him towards the bed and pushed him onto it, "Don't worry, my lord. There is always a first time. Gaining experience here is a good thing, I will teach you things that will make you bring your future wife to heavens."
Rody tried to stand up but the woman pushed him back and made him sit at the edge of the bed. "There is no need for this, my lad. We can just talk and have some wine."
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"Shhh," Marei put her finger on Rody's lips and slowly pulled down her gown. Rody's eyes locked onto the two mountains before him.
Venus grinned and grabbed him by his collar as she kissed him lightly. She took off his clothes slowly as she admired the tone of his body. Her fingers trail down his chest towards his already stiff manhood.
Rody moaned deeply as she touched his most precious thing. Their tongues were exploring each other's mouth as their hands were already on each other.
Rody licked her lips as they parted from each other and said, "Delicious."
She slid down from the bed and knelt before him as Rody threw his sword aside and the Marei helped him to take off his pants. As she pulled his pants down, his cock slapped onto her face.
Her eyes grew wide as she held it with her slender fingers. "How do you hide this monster inside?"
Before Rody could say anything, she showered his cock with kisses as he moaned. Marei wrapped her lustful lips around the crown of his cock. She held his shaft with her left hand and balls with her right hand.
As she sucked his crown, her left hand played with his shaft. Slowly, her lips slipped forward and her wet mouth covered more and more of his veiny cock. She softly licked the underside of his shaft as it stretched out to her throat.
She gagged a few times as she massaged his fat balls with both of her hands. She let his cock slide out of her throat a little bit and pushed it around in her mouth with her tongue as she looked with her big luscious eyes to him. The gentle blue in her eyes was spitting pure lust.
She let his cock slowly slide out of her mouth but when it reached her bright red lips, she grabbed him by his fat shaft and began milking him.
Rody couldn't handle it anymore so he grabbed her by her head and begin face-fucking her. She gagged several times as he quickened his fucking. She grasped his ass to take it to his mouth fully but still couldn't take all of it.
Soon, his cock twitched and rope after rope of thick cum downed by her throat. She clutched his ass and tried drinking all of it. Her red lips parted from his cock but her hands still continued to milk him.
Her luscious lips slowly left the cock and she gathered the last bits of semen and gulped them down. "Now, it is time for the real feast."
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Just as Marei was climbing on top of Rody with a huge grin on her face, a groan came from beside them.
An old man with tangled hair, beard and a dried up face passed through a parted wall as the screams of the blonde woman heard through the room.
The woman did not hesitate and left behind Rody and ran outside screaming. On the other hand, Rody looked at the man with a complicated gaze.
"Torrhen?" Rody asked.
The old man grinned and laughed, "Little Magnar!!"
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So what is your opinion regarding the plot?
What sort of role should Crag play in the future?
Do you think Rody could win the melee?
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