Dacey Faces Consequences

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Dacey was lying on her bed, thinking of what to pack to take to Pentos when Erik picked her up tomorrow. She dangled one foot idly, wondering if her silk blue bedrobe was nicer than her green satin. She was wearing the green one...it did rather look nice. Hmm.

[The Stranger]

In her idle dreaming, the young madam is completely suprised by the sudden pressure and cold feeling of steel at her throat, and a small hand, not much bigger than her own, covering her mouth.

"Screaming and you die right now." says the voice, in a quiet, soothing whisper. As adrenalin rushes to her brain, Dacey's eyes adjust, and she can see two figures in the darkness, One standing by the door, a wicked curved pick in his hand, the other, a small figure, holding a dagger at her throat.

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Dacey made a muffled noise against the hand, fear pounding through her. Shit. It was the Weasel, she knew it. That Royce bitch gave her away. Fuck. Fuuuuck.

She did not dare move. Dacey felt the cold steel sharp against her throat.

[The Stranger]

"You had to open your mouth didn't you Dacey, Why did you do that? We had such a sweet thing going." He parts his fingers over her mouth, and lets her speak through them.

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"I'm sorry," Dacey gasped, hardly daring to breathe. "I wasn't trying to betray you, Weasel, I swear it. She just said she wanted all the agents to work for her and that I should send you to her, and she paid me well for it, and I thought it couldn't hurt..."

[The Stranger]

"Stupid girl." the voice says, in its low whisper. "Didn't we take care of you? Weren't we good? And you throw it away for some fucking money. Being a whisperer ain't like being a whore, fucking anyone you want."
a thin line of bloody appears around the blade, although in her state Dacey feels no pain.

"How we gonna make this right Dacey?"

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"I'll give you the money she gave me, all of it," Dacey whispered, cold and icy with fear. "Anything you want, Weasel, just please, please don't kill me."

[The Stranger]

"What did I say about whores, whore." The voice whispers, "You don't fuck me, and than make this right with a little money on the bedside table. We oughta burn this whole fucking place down around your head for what you've done." The voice is quiet, for awhile... thinking.

"You fuck Coldiron right?"

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"Yes," Dacey whispered, nervous. "I'll spy on him for you. Anything."

[The Stranger]

"Have you heard anything a bout his new axe?" the voice asked curiously.

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"His axe?" Dacey was confused. "He's never made mention of any new axe to me. But we're going to Pentos tomorrow on some business trip of his."

[The Stranger]

"Well he's getting a new axe if he hasn't got it already. an Axe with a Valyrian blade. I want it. If you can get it for me, I'll let you live, despite how incredibly stupid you've been. If you ever betray me again, Lord Coldiron will find out about your little theft, and I think he'll be none to happy. This is your second chance Dacey. You won't screw it up will you?"

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Dacey had grown pale. "Yes," she whispered. "I - I'll get it for you." She sat up, trying to see his face.

"Your voice sounds familiar."

[The Stranger]

Despite her movement, the small figure does not slit her throat, but instead eases up on the blade. Identified, he lowers the hood from his head, revealing two bright inquisitive eyes, with dark circles beneath.

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"Flea..." Dacey breathed. She felt shocked and angry, though she did not know what her anger was directed at. That she had been fooled? That she felt betrayed by a friend? That she could not imagine being ruled by the little boy who was once a rat-catcher?

I should have seen this coming one day, Dacey thought to herself. Lettie had always said the boy had potential.

"I would never have done that, if I had known it was you," she said quietly.