The Sea Cow

[Fel]

Felryn's thrusts became quicker and quicker until with one mighty push he exploded within her and roared out, "Aranya!"

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"Oh, Felryn," she moaned, sinking back into the mattress as she was finally spent and finished. They were both breathless, and panting hard. Aranya pulled him to her roughly for a kiss.

[The Smith]

Prince Rodrick stepped from the shadows and said, "Oh Felryn!!!" Then he laughed and ran towards the door from the cabin.

[Fel]

Felryn snorted as the prince ran out giggling. He looked at Aranya trying to kiss him, and felt an urge to kiss her back, and a sickening urge to lie with her in his arms. He shook his head, as much to tell himself no as to tell her, and pushed free of her and stood, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his arm. He dressed quicky and walked to the door, giving one last glance at Aranya's naked form before leaving the cabin.

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Aranya's hand went for her dagger when the idiot princeling came in, only to remember that she had dropped the knife somewhere earlier on.

She was trying to control herself, wrestling with anger and a strange warm feeling, when Harlaw left. She lay back on the bed, breathing deeply. Aranya was angry with herself. It was a relief to have finally bedded him, but she was normally more...detached. It made her uncomfortable to think of that warm feeling in her heart.

Aranya shook her head, trying to clear her mind. It was just frustration with his attitude, that was all. Frustration led to all kinds of feelings sometimes. Anyway, now that she had bedded him, she felt a little calmer, sated. She took her time dressing, imagining other delicious ways to amuse herself with Harlaw on the voyage. Her stomach growled involuntarily, and Aranya grimaced. Ironborn were not great cooks, and she was in the mood for something fried and garnished.

Aranya strode down to the galley. It was late at night, but fucking always made her hungry. She banged on the counter to get the sailor's attention. "What do you have?" she asked. "And it had better not be salted cod. Unless you can fry it, I suppose."

[Fel]

The ship's cook smiled at her through many missing teeth. He disappeared for a long while and came back with what was unmistakably salted cod, along with severeal hardtack biscuits.

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Aranya gave him a long stare, then rolled her eyes and took the plate of salted cod, preferring to leave the biscuits. Aranya had grown up on food that wasn't much better, but her adult life had given her a taste for better things. It's all right, she told her dismayed stomach. Soon we'll be in Braavos, and I can have honeyfingers and pomfret in lemon and butter...

She climbed back to the deck, her head full of Braavosi cuisine. When the cool sea air hit her, however, she breathed in the salty smell and visions of Harlaw came rushing back. The memory of how he'd fucked her made her cheeks flush. Aranya took a bite out of the cod, determined to distract herself, and almost gagged. It was disgusting. She spat it over the rail, returning the fish to the sea.

[Fel]

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Felryn exited Aranya's cabin as the call that Braavos was in sight was made. He climbed up deck and strode over to the bow of the ship to look at the rising Titan of Braavos.

"It's big," Qarl the Shark said drolly beside him. Felryn merely grunted in response, he had seen the Titan many times before in his days, and had always been determined to be unimpressed by it.

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Aranya came out later, dressed, with her hair bound up. Ser Allain strode beside her as she crossed the deck, her eyes on the Titan as well.

"And to think, I was in the Free Cities just a year ago," she remarked, coming up. "I did not think I would be returning quite so soon."

[Fel]

The ship bounced along cutting through the water, bringing them along to the huge city. The three accompanying boats ran ahead and behind the Sea Cow, Felryn could see Theon Godswind shouting orders aboard the Drowned Justice which sailed in front.

The Titan towered over them impossibly large when their little fleet finally pulled into the harbour to dock. A plank was set down to connect the ship to the wooden docks, once Felryn had ensured that Prince Rodrick was sufficiently contained in his locked cabin with four guards to stop him escaping into the city.

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"It was dangerous to bring your ward on this journey," Aranya said, eyeing Felryn. "The Sealord is not above kidnapping the boy and giving him to the Dornish. You must send him back."

[Fel]

Felryn considered this for a moment, before descending below deck without answering. He returned followed by Prince Rodrick, the Bastard of Hammerhorn and a second nearly as large Ironborn accompanied the prince, each holding one of his wrists with strong grips. The prince was cloaked so as not to be easily identified.

The prince and his escort left the ship and walked down along the docks to where the Drowned Justice was anchored. Theon Godswind's ships quickly began preparations to leave again along with one of the other ships that had come with them.

As the prince left Felryn turned to Aranya. "Your three soft knights will do little to protect you here. I will send two of my men with you to offer some real security," he said gruffly.

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Aranya bit back a sarcastic retort and accepted the offer with an equally gruff, "Thanks". She had her sword and felt invincible, which was her usual state of mind, but Felryn Harlaw's ironborn were not men to fuck with, and she could use men like that.

"What will you do while I'm at the Palace?" she asked.

[Fel]

Felryn turned to Qarl, "get Urzen, the two of you are going with Aranya." Qarl nodded and winked at Aranya before walking off.

Felryn looked back at Aranya expressionlessly. "Braavos has some excellent whore houses, I may judge their quality again."

Qarl returned with the mutilated Burned Urzen, ready to accompany Aranya.

Along the docks the Drowned Justice and the Black Swan were setting sail.

[The Smith]

A tall man flanked by eight Ironborn guards walks to the plank of the Sea Cow and calls, "Permission to come aboard."