Game Of Thrones: The Lost Bastard

Chapter 4: The Unspeakable Truth

I was overwhelmed by guilt the whole night and into the morning. Luckily, Varys came in.
"Have you seen Shae anywhere Lord Varys?" Tyrion got up nervously.
"No, my lord hand, I have not unfortunately. Veronica may I have a word with you privately? I might have a task for you." I left without question.

Varys got straight to the point. "I'm going to say this, you can tell Tyrion if you want. Your decision. This will lower your chances to ever be apart of the Royal family. It has been found that his father Tywin ordered Shae's death. Not only will you lose the respect of Cersei but the entirety of the Lannisters."
Iclenched my teeth. "I don't care, Lord Varys. Tyrion deserves to know. I'll leave King's Landing, if that's what it takes." I shed a few tears. "Actually that may be a very good idea, or shall I say. I have found clues to who may have taken you or perhaps dropped you off." Lord Varys paged through a couple books. "Oh." When I move, the pain in my upper thigh still stung from the puncture.
"You will be safe here under the Lannister's guard. Whether they like it or not. But when you are ready to depart, let me know. Do not trust the others." He opened the door and walked me back to Tyrion's room.
"Just remember, either stay loyal to the Throne, or to your heart." He bowed and let me go.

I ran down the corridors fast. I needed to be honest. I was out of breath.
Jamie was coming straight for me, "I know what your up to, wench." He pinned me up against the wall. "You aren't strong enough. No one will care if I just..." He stopped talking and started to kiss me and lifted up my skirt. His right hand grabbed me viciously. He pressed himself into me but only enough for me to feel how hard he was.
I screamed. I tried pushing him off me but his grip grew stronger. He was either drunk or completely mad. I felt a force pull Jamie away and slam him up against a nearby door.
"Keep your dirty hands off of her, go buy a fuckin' whore." A man said. I was out of breath. I tried to the thank the man but he just walked away.
Jamie looked at me one last time and said, "Next time you won't have a savior."

I ran into Tyrion's room, and locked the door. I sat on the floor and started to cry. "My lady what's the matter?" Tyrion said. "Shae's dead." I came out with it.
Tyrion dropped to the floor in agony. "How could I let this happen." he looked like he was about to pass out. "Lord Tywin commanded..." I hyperventilated. "Of course he did, my father never liked me much. Neither did my sister or my brother. Or anyone of the sort." He started to tear. "Tyrion. I will never let anything happen to you. He got up and you could tell his blood was boiling. He headed for the door."No. Stay with me." I looked at Tyrion and held his hand. "You don't want to see an Imp like this. Even more pathetic." He limped. "You're a man, forget the slander." I pulled him closer and hugged him tightly. "You don't deserve to feel like this, you deserve a beautiful girl and a sea of wine." I smiled. "I have a beautiful and wonderful girl...-- yet she is dead." My heart thumped but then dropped. Why was I hoping for Tyrion to love me? I don't know why... was Lord Varys right? Do i have an attraction for Tyrion? I admire his honor, and he is quite handsome. Tyrion started to cry. I've never seen a man cry. A real man at least. Without another word spoken, he went to bed. I wish there was something I could do. What am i thinking? There was absolutely nothing i could do, I'm no witch. But I could get him a present.

Late at night, I decided to go to the one place that made every man in the whole Seven Kingdoms happy; the Pleasure House. I put my black hooded robe on. It was nearly pitch black out, so I took a lantern. I had to cut through the courtyard, and through the beggars streets.
Getting past the guards was easy, I just smuggled them ale. Stars filled the skies. Beautiful. The courtyard was lit up with torches, yet no one in sight. The most difficult part was getting across the Beggar's row. Sure, most of them were asleep. Yet, I've heard rumors of them killing anyone coming from the Red Keep. I slyly snuck by, without a noise made. "What're you doing in these parts?" A hooded figure asked. "I've heard your voice.... you saved me." I chattered. "Indeed. Be careful. No lady should be lurking around at this time." He walked the other way. Underneath my breath I murmured, "I'm no lady." Why must everyone call me that I'm just a girl.

The whore house was open, with candles in the windows. Even from quite a distance, I heard the whore moans and loud screams. Delightful. The house was at least 3 stories. A red headed girl greeted me, "What services do you desire?" She felt up my arm. "May I speak to whom you serve?" I smiled. She smiled, "As you wish, milady."
She took me up 2 flights of stairs. What I saw in many rooms, I could not unsee. Girls being fucked in the most awful ways by the most awful kinds of men. A man was looking at a few papers and looked up. "Ah, do we have a new whore?" He got up and "examined" me. "No, I'm here to borrow a whore. A friend of mine is in dire need of cheering up." I smirked. "I see. Well, I'm Lord Baelish." He put his hand out and I shook it. "You probably know me as the girl who is causing the Red Keep to go mad." I laughed. "Who hasn't heard of you? You can take Ros with you." Pointed to the red head. "Thank you, Lord Baelish. " I bowed. Ros whispered to Baelish slyly. "We're amongst a virgin, milord."
"Ah, you know this how?" He put his finger on his lip. "Her posture, so innocent and frail." She looked at me and licked her lips. "I'm afraid I must go." I walked to the open door. "Have you ever had a snake in between your beautiful legs?" Lord Baelish smirked.
"I'm sure that's terribly dangerous, but no my lord, I haven't at all." I joked. "Such a pretty girl, it'd be a shame if someone took away that pure innocence you hold." He gazed and raised his eyebrow. I don't know where this was going but I certainly did not like it, at all. "Ros take off your clothes now." She removed all of her clothing and started to undress Lord Baelish. "Care to join us milady?" She unbuttoned his coat; both of them had their eyes fixed on me. I stood there silent. They became intimate and I didn't know what to do. I needed her for Lord Tyrion. I needed to please him. Lord Baelish and Ros stopped and he put his robes back on. "I'm sorry my lady..." he exhaled and sent Ros off to another man. I needed her, and she was off to fuck someone else. "What are you doing lurking around a whore house now?" He sat down and played with gold dragons in his fingers. "Pleasing my master..." I said pretty embarrassed. "My lady, Tyrion has already played with all my whores that I have to offer, what you need to do is fuck him yourself." He smirked. "No. I never have..." I refused. "Oh. But you will. It's easy. I'll demonstrate." He got up.
"Follow my lead. Kiss my neck, then I'll kiss yours." He said. I walked towards him and did as he commanded. "Now take off your clothes slowly, try and seduce me." He looked at me in seriousness. I hesitated but did. It was all natural from there as Littlefinger guided me on his desk. I moaned in approval but the initial pain was slight. "See. Easy. By the God's you are beautiful, no man could pay enough money for you, my lady." He was about to go inside deeper but he heard a noise."I must be off to the Red Keep, stay the night milady." He said and left quietly. He was about to, fully take the one thing I had left. My purity. He at least taught me the basics. But that's besides the point, I needed to go home.
I need to see Tyrion. I need to expose the actions of the council. Everyone here is beyond corrupt. And I cannot trust a single soul. I can't even trust myself... around Tyrion. What am I to do? I shouldn't have let Littlefinger do that... but I needed the practice desperately. I can now please Tyrion. And nothing can stop me. I've got that power now. My inner Targaryen is craving to come out. And I don't like it at all.