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Lancel sits on his chamber balcony overlooking the grey rainy day in Darry. The Lannisters had taken Darry over and Lancel had been placed as its lord. It was a small place with very little about it of note. Darry was all smallfolk most of which traders and such that made money only because of travelers on the King's road. His castle had been filled with Lannister red and gold, fine items from his room at the red keep and his home in Casterly Rock now strangely filled these old grey halls almost like a golden tablecloth on a rock you use as a table. As fine as the cloth may be... it's still a rock underneath.
He sighed deeply as he looked out over his lands, they were dull and grey like the clouds overhead. He was used to the bright colours bustle and important people of Casterly Rock and the Red Keep. What had he ever done to end up here in this dreary keep? He felt as if he had been forgotten by his family... Or being tormented by his family.
the door to his chambers opens and closes as a young maid girl wanders in, she was a smallfolk girl hired from the Darry village to work in the castle for Lancel and the few staff here. She wondered in wearing small leather boots, an ankle-length cheap cotton grey dress, her hair In a bun, and she has sizable breasts and wide hips, her breasts even jiggle as she walks her nipples slightly poking out her dress making it obvious she wore nothing under it. She carries in her hand a large golden flagon filled with expensive dronish wine, she curtsied as she approaches "Your wine ser Lannister,"
Lancel smiles as the maid walks into his chambers and he takes note of her. She had quite a voluptuous body and a pretty face. Lancel had not even noticed how dull the castle was, he had been too busy gazing upon her.
"Oh, you certainly are a sight for sore eyes." he smiled, "Bring yourself closer."
she nodded sheepishly as she came over standing close to him and she poured him a goblet full of time, she was so close he can smell her lavender scent. He bites his lip as he looks at her it has been so long since he perked up interested in anyone let alone a pretty girl, and as she finishes pouring the goblet he gives her a firm smack on the ass making her jump and slightly squeal for a second
Her squeal only makes him smile wider. "What is your name?"
"Y/n, my lord."
He smiled at her, "Y/n my dear, why don't you pour me another?"
she nodded and poured him another goblet so he took his opportunity as she stood slightly bent over and gave her another firm smack on the ass
"Ohh! Uhhh my lord I -" she stammered,
He can't help but smile as his hand lingers on her ass feeling the soothing surface below though the rough cotton dress. He felt like a predator toying with its prey. Her voice was soft-spoken and gentle. If he had known such sweet maids dwelt in Darry, he would have visited earlier. "You are adorable my dear." he smirked, "Please pour another." He says softly as he leans in close to Y/n.
