DEFILING HONOR - aemond targaryen (DISCONTINUED)

iii. an heir

Kiyara enjoyed working there. Before she came to the Red Keep, she hated her circumstances, hated how her fate turned out to be. Now she spent most of her time running through lavishly decorated halls filled with expensive art. And the people she met! Or rather caught a glimpse of. She once saw some lady with a sky blue gown touching the ground, fluffy around her hips. It made her look like she was wearing the most comfortable cloud.

Her daily routine consisted of getting up before the sun, eating hearty breakfast with other servants, cleaning everything spotless, trying to fit lunch and dinner somewhere throughout the day and then going to bed quite late. The old servant that welcomed her the night she arrived - her name was Miriam - taught her how to clean properly. The ex-whore thought she knew how to clean, that was her main job at the pleasure house after all. She was wrong. Maybe her best was enough back home but not here. Here she needed to do things perfectly.

Another obstacle was actually getting up before dusk. She always slept throughout the day, at night was when the patrons came to whorehouses. Nobody wanted to be seen leaving brothels in the daytime. Numerous times her roommates had to wake her up so she did not oversleep.

'Could you hurry? You are on guest room duty today. It must be spotless.' said Darla strictly whilst getting up from a small dining table the servants had available for meals. Kiyara immediately straightened up and quickened her eating pace. The black-haired girl frightened her a little bit.

'Ugh, do not mind her. Have I told you about Darla's arrival here? It is quite a story,' said Elle loudly enough for Darla to hear. Which she did, causing her to turn around. Her eyes were wide, full of terror and a blush was creeping up her cheeks.

'Don't you dare!'

The redhead answered her with hearty laughter. Even Kiyara could not stop a smile from forming on her face.

Earlier the redhead introduced herself as Elle, but the whore later learned that her full name was Cerelle. Nobody called her that maybe except Miriam when the maid was in trouble. There was some mystery surrounding her. She was so light-hearted and fun and friendly. Not a lot of people in the capital were like that.

Elle also mentioned coming from Westland, the land of House Lannister, but that was all she ever said about her life before coming to this part of the kingdom. She was constantly talking but at the same time said nothing at all. But Kiyara had her secrets too. She hadn't told anyone about how she got to work at the palace or how she used to get paid for sleeping with men. Or the fact that she slept with a prince.

Her other roommate was a girl called Darla with dark hair just barely reaching her shoulders. She did not speak as much as Elle, she was always straightforward, talking with a stern face, unlike the ginger who even slept with her signature smug smirk on. Darla spent most of her time in princess Heleana's chambers. The servant had a strange talent with children, so she accompanied royal children and their mother during their play times or walks through castle gardens.

Kiyara went on with her duties like always until she bumped into someone. Not literally thankfully because that could have cost her her head. She was just exiting the guest chambers when she spotted two figures down the hallway. It was a woman and a man. Both bore long silver manes almost reaching their waist. They walked hand in hand, the girl whispering something to the listener, who only nodded in response.

The ex-whore had been hunted by the debt that was to be settled. Kiyara did not remember many things from the incident onward. She was told by her sisters she got beaten up, whipped by some man, who paid exceptionally. It was not the first time a girl from the pleasure house was beaten up, but this time the damage was colossal. The maester said she could have perished, if not for the prince's help. At first, her sisters did not want to tell her about how they got enough money to afford a maester or how they got the maester to corporate. It was pretty known that medically knowledgeable people did not like whore houses. But then the secret was revealed to her.