Hellholt

[Lord Howland Royce]

"I don't think I'll be a bother for long, I'll behave during the remaining time of my stay, hellcat," he said still in pain though it was reclining.

[The Stranger]

She looked at Brandon with surprise, "I don't remember saying you could go anywhere." She said, as she stroked his manhood faster. "You'll stay right here with me, my dear."

[Lord Howland Royce]

Deciding it was best not to say anything while she still had a grip he said, "As you say, Demezla".

[The Stranger]

She continued her ministrations wordlessly for some time. "I don't know why you have to be so nosy anyway," She said, "Its not as though I haven't fed you and fucked you well is it?"

[Lord Howland Royce]

"I told you that it isn't because of any fault of yours, hellcat. I was born curious that's all." Brandon's hand begins to play with her breasts again.

[The Stranger]

"Well, curiosity killed the cat darling, and by my count you are running out of lives. No..." she unlaced is breeches, "more." and pulled his member out. "sneaking, around."

She put her mouth over him.

[Lord Howland Royce]

"It's not sneaking when the guards know where I am," Brandon said as he trailed kisses down her body while removing her clothes.

[The Stranger]

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a while later Demezla arose and rearranged her clothing, and brushed her hair.

"There, I hope you have learned your lesson." She said, rising to leave.

[Lord Howland Royce]

Brandon nods while pondering the recent developments, rearrange his clothes and stands up.

[The Stranger]

She darts out the door, with a "whoosh" her skirts floating behind her. The two guards peek in at Brandon with an evil grin, and than close the door behind.

[Lord Howland Royce]

Brandon growls, then his shoulders slumps as he sits near the window overlooking the courtyard. Trying to determine how many men are watching his guest room.

[The Stranger]

After a while of quiet listening, it seems there are two men at the door, since Brandon can hear them conversing with each other.

[Lord Howland Royce]

Brandon moves silently closer to the door to overhear the conversation.

[The Stranger]

"So long story short," the voice of the gruff guard says, "I wake up the next morning, and the girl's got more hair on her legs than I do, I mean I'd thought I'd bedded a leopard." The other guard laughed.

"Why is it the ugly one's is always so anxious to have a go?"

"I've no idea. Ask a maester, must be how they is bred."

[Lord Howland Royce]

Brandon mutters, "he must have sleept with leopards to draw that comparison". He continues to listen to their conversation as he has nothing else to do.