Khal Sea Yum (COMPLETE)

Bianca

With only one in five men in Volantis free you could hardly blame me for what I did. They were slaves. Two gorgeous male builders with hammer tattoos stretching all of their faces.

But I digress. I am Bianca Stark. A name out of place for this sweltering city. My mother is Old Blood and my father is a strange sight to see. A Stark of Winterfell. A stark who lives in Volantis.

My whole life I was told what I should and shouldn't do. And as I grew that statement turned into who. I was Bianca Stark after all. My virtue should be unspreadable. I blamed the city.

The city of Volantis looks like a dream. It is hot and sticky. The air is a perpetual smell of fish and flowers. The city is sex spreading from the bay to the riverbanks.

My whole adult life in this city was spent trying to escape its spell over me. I let it win. I remember the boy behind the rock when we all went out to bathe in the river. His naked form tempted me and I soon had him for my own. Only the current behind the rock stopping fellow noble gazes.

That became common. As did the boys in my room. Commoner and commoner. I didn't care. I wanted them. And Bianca Stark takes what she wants.

When my father learned of this he was furious. He certainly made it harder for me. But the sneaking, the hiding, only made me crave it more.

Which leads us to the slaves. In Volantis if a slave touches a freeman he could hang. All slaves know this. But I was good. I am Bianca Stark.

I coaxed the slave builders into a nearby shed. Two handsome men at once. Just what I have always wanted. It started off as a dream.

It faded when we were caught. I felt terrible for the boys - truly. At least they will die knowing they spent time with me.

I was being scolded - my punishment was really going to be severe this time - when a man started screaming. The slaves were being pulled away.

"Dothraki have stormed the gates of the city! They're inside!" Panic erupted. I ran off. I ran off in barely a layer of clothes and I kept running until I found myself crossing the great river.

Passing my favourite rock and running to the edges of the city. I was running from more than barbarian savages - I was running from my father. From my mother. From my forced role in life.

And that's when I noticed the sun was setting and I was deep in the heart of the Dothraki sea. And two riders were growing painfully near...