Episode one: A Cold Whisper {Game of Thrones} (COMPLETED)

Marei

She was on top of the knight whom they called Ser Mandon Moore, a member of the kings guard. She thrusted her hips, back and forth until the man smacked her thigh and pushed her off him. He then flung her legs into the air, above her head and shoved his manhood deep into her. Grunting like a boar while doing so.

Marei had a great responsibility. She liked to look at it that way. Even though she hated her duty more than anything she could ever be forced to do, it was her contribution to the mysterious city of Kingslanding. It was the part she played, even though it was undoubtedly one of the worst ones there were. Marei's long and wavy yellow hair was tied up tightly, out of her face, and at the top of her head it sat in a bun. Her green eyes were dull today at the depressing prospect of another full day of whoring.

It was about midday when she finally got a break from the lustful men. The main room was filled with everyone of the girls that worked at Chataya's. Marei slowly sank into an armchair, fancing the crowd of whores. They were bunched up, most likely gossiping. One of them gasped.
"Girls."
It was Chataya. She had a grave facial expression and looked slightly dishevelled.
"I can see you've heard the news."
"The King is dead!" Dancy exclaimed, "is it true?!"
"I'm afraid so." Chataya replied to the obstreperous whore.
There was a break in the conversation filled with a murmur from the crowd of girls.
"Robert Baratheon is dead?" Marei spoke, her voice verging on a whisper.
Chataya nodded slowly. Her golden eyes never making contact with any of the girls, she stared straight ahead into nothing.

Marei had never had much of an opinion on the politics involved in ruling the seen kingdoms. Her mother and father had grown up in Dorne, the only place left in Westeros that wasn't under the rule of the crown. She was proud to have Dornish ancestors and she one day hoped to pay a visit to mysterious southern lands, and find out where her parents were raised.

Barely a week went by after the Kings untimely death, when there was more shocking and unfortunate news.
"The Hand is dead."
A whore by the name of Jayde whimpered.
"Wow, you're kidding..."
Dancy and Jayde whispered to one another. Marei eavesdropped, her heart sinking.
"I'm not - Ned Stark is dead."