Mally's Whorehouse

[sethgreyjoy]

Fryse could be seen to look very uncomfortable. He pushed the girl away from him roughly. "I haf diffrent ideas of fun." He grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her into another room.

Mortimer exchanged looks with Mally. "I don't think that he'll hurt her...too much."

He drank more wine.

[Deleted]

Mally shrugged uncaringly. "My girls are used to everything. But if he spoils her beauty, I'll have to charge."

"So," she said, when the other men had departed. "Are we going to discuss the details of your offer?"

[sethgreyjoy]

"What is it you wish? You will have it, whatever it is." Mortimer looked sad. "I'll make it my first priority."

He scowled at the wine. "Southerners no nothing of making good wine." He placed his cup back to the table.

[Deleted]

Mally leaned in and spoke softly. There were no people near by and two of Mally's girls were playing harps and singing sweetly, but Mally spoke softly nonetheless.

She leaned back and slapped his arm playfully. "Southerners know nothing of wine? Oh right. An ironborn who grew up on rock and salt would know more than any grape-fed man from the Arbor. Of course." She winked. "Do you want grape juice, dear? I have some."

[sethgreyjoy]

"I was thinking of indulging in a different fruit..." He paused. "Your terms are acceptable, I suppose. But what do I get out of this?"

[Deleted]

Mally looked at him with half-lidded eyes, tilting her head slightly. "Why, what do you want?"

[sethgreyjoy]

"What do you have to offer?" He asked, the wine making him a bit droopy. "Right now, I could use a good bed, one that doesn't spin as much as this chair."

[Deleted]

"We have beds aplenty. Come, I'll take you to your room." She began to lead him up the stairs. "That Fryse looked a strong one. He'll have to be, to carry his poor drunken master home in the morning."

[sethgreyjoy]

"I'm not drunk yet." He said, showing the bottle of wine he had brought with him. "I want a nice, quiet room, preferably dark for my ultimate indisposition in the morning."

He paused. "Yes, Fryse is strong. I suppose he would have to be though. Albino's aren't exactly well liked."

[Deleted]

Mally ushered him into a darkened room. A fireplace kept it warm and snug. It was one of the larger bedrooms, with a large bed hung with crimson curtains and Volantene rugs thrown on the floor. On a side table were glasses and a crystal wine decanter, full with wine that looked almost black in the firelight.

""Mortimer looks sad," Mally said. "It's not because Fryse is an albino, is it?"

[sethgreyjoy]

"Of course not." He said, his speech beginning to slur as he had consumed almost half the bottle by the time they reached the room. "Jest that...that I am askin' a... person. A person. To do somethin' that I shoulda be doin'. And I miss my best friend. Though he is a stupid...Greyjoy." He lay down on the bed, smiling. "He'll prolly git himself killed out there in the North. An' I won't see him again, will I?"

He wiped a hand through his face and let it sit there, he looked up at Mally. "I'm a terrible friend, aren't I?" He coughed. "I let him go up there, by himself. Bad friend I am."

[Deleted]

"That's what lords do. They make their men do their dirty work for them," Mally said. "You're no different now, bastard or no bastard. As for your friend, this Greyjoy boy, you said he's riding North? But he's just a squire, isn't he? He perhaps won't come to much harm. It's not your fault he went off to war though."

As Mortimer lay down on the bed, she curled up in a plush, richly stuffed chair.

[sethgreyjoy]

"It's my fault...my fault though..." He drank more wine, finishing the bottle, and it dropped from his limp hand onto the blankets.

"Squire or not, I know that little fuck, he'll do something stupid....something stupid. Out of honor. What use is honor...what use is honor when you end up with a blade in yer belly."

He turned over to look at her. "Take care of me, please, love." He sighed heavily and tried to sit up but was immediately against the blankets again. "Take care of me. I need someone to take care of me. Of me. Because I'm stupid. I am rifled with guilt. Damn it all."

He lifted a finger towards her. "You will, won't you?"

[Deleted]

"Take care of you?" Mally smiled charmingly. "I'm not your wife. I will help you, certainly, but you need to snap out of this, or your own men will kill you."

[sethgreyjoy]

"Marry me then, if that'll get you to do what I need. Am I not allowed to have my own feelings, wench? Am I not allowed to feel guilty. My men wouldn't kill me, they would not have a leader by which to unite under. I only want the respite and solace of reassurance. I have been alone my whole life, other than my friend. Now I am truly alone, and will be if he dies."

He threw his head back and made a loud bellow. "God be gracious! Have you never had feelings, Mally?" He picked up the bottle at hurled it into the fireplace. "What is the point of it all? What is the fucking point of life?"