Noah [Game of Thrones] ✓

Wedding preparations

Noah had settled in quite nicely and Tywin Lannister, despite taking every chance he got to annoy her, seemed to have gained a certain level of respect for her. Meanwhile she had held true to her word and always kept Varys as a close friend by her side whom she helped with close to everything he asked of her.
The Tyrells had found no trouble in also being allies to the brunette beauty who would always be supportive of Margerys and Joffrees marriage. And now that it was almost time for their wedding Noah had not only been tasked with the partial organisation but also had gotten the request from Margery to sing for them and their guests at the wedding. Not an easy task but nothing she wouldn't be able to handle.
At the moment she was stress drinking wine as her paperwork duties were continuously stopped by some idiotic guard who had the apparent death wish to try and propose to her and then expose himself to her but then quickly fleeing or Tywin Lannister placing more work onto her plate over the course of the last two days.
Her patience was running thin.
Very thin.

Tyrion Lannister enters the brothel where he knows he'll find Oberyn Martell. Without the slightest complication there he was in bed with multiple men and women, all fighting for his attention.
It had taken quite a while to get the prince of Dorne top finally follow them to the red keep. "So we have the honour of showing him around?" "Nope. My father arranged for something else." At the hinting tone Bronns eyebrows rise and he barks out a laugh. "The Siren?" Tyrion nods. "I already feel sorry for you." Those words are addressed to the prince of Dorne. "Her mood has been terrible over the course of the few days." "One would think it to be enough of a warning when the king allowed her to castrate the last guard to confess his love to her." The longer they speak the more interested Oberyn Martell finds himself in this apparent siren.
Tyrion stops in front of a door and knocks.

"OH FOR FUCKS SAKE! IF IT IS EITHER THE 'oH sO lOvEly' TYWIN LANNISTER OR THIS SON OF A BITCH WHO THINKS THAT I AM INTERESTED IN A FUCKING CUNT LIKE HIM I WILL BREAK YOU!!!"

"How lovely. She is in a better mood today.", Bronn says with an amused yet also mildly intimidated look on his face.

"It is me Lady Mars!", Tyrion announces himself.
"Come in then! And better make it quick!"

The three men step into the room where a dagger is sitting on top of stacks of paper and the beautiful young woman is leaning over a bunch of papers writing as on her other side is a stack of already finished papers.

"I have a lot to do as you may see and my patience is running at the strength of a single hair so I suggest you speak quickly before I fling you out of the damn window.", Noah says, still very much annoyed. "Actually.. we may have brought more work for you." "You what?!" Noah grabs the dagger quicker than the men can follow and flings it into Tyrions direction. To his own luck the man had pulled in his head or otherwise there would have been a dagger stuck in his forehead. "What perfect aim.", Bronn whistles, while Noah gets up from her chair. "Oh get bend, arsehole. I haven't slept in over a day. Spare me your bullshit.", Noah snaps at him, walking around her desk towards the speechless man still standing there. Oberyns eyes take in every curve of her body under her slightly sheer lavender gown draping around her like a waterfall, just like her brunette locks. Cool eyes the colour of stormclouds lock onto his as she holds out her hand. "Welcome to Kings Landing. I am Noah Mars, personal advisor of the king and in charge of apparently the entire wedding organisation. Please apologize my temper. But you see there is one guard who appears to believe it to be a very intelligent choice to bother me with proposals in the same sentence as he exposes himself and then of course that over there is what Lord Tywin has brought in for me to look over. Still.. it is a pleasure to meet you, prince Oberyn." The man can barely take his eyes off her full chest and hips and takes her hand only to pull her closer to him. "A pleasure indeed." "Not another one. I can't take it anymore. Someone fry my face. Please!", Noah groans, rubbing her temples in frustration. "Listen. As handsome as you are I will remain loyal to my one and only true love. I can not be swayed by money or power or both. My loyalty is with the Starks and it forever will remain as such. That is the only reason why I am here. Please stop before I say things that might ruin the peace between house Martell and House Baratheon." Another knock at the door and, swiftly stealing his dagger Noah flings it right into the exposed male parts of the man in front of the door, severing them. As the man screams and runs in pain and terror Noah looks up at Oberyn who still keeps her as close to his body as he can. "Do you want that back or..." Bronn bursts into loud laughter and soon Tyrion joins him. "You trained to castrate a man by throwing a dagger? Oh gods. You are just beautiful.", the freshly knighted sellsword chuckles. "If that is what sails your boat I think your appropriate house sign would be a Vulture." Noah attempts to step away and pick up the dagger but Oberyn Martells arm is locked around her waist. "I do see why you are called a siren." Dark eyes stare into hers hypnotically. "And I believe you still need to experience as to why I am called that. To your immense luck Lady Margery made sure to ask me to demonstrate it. Now. Do you want your dagger back?" "Do I not interest you at all? "I am a Winterrose before I am a siren. Cool and beautiful with the sharpest thorns. If what you are asking is regarding my desire to spend the some time in your bed.. no. I do not. Otherwise I am very interested. Friends are always a good thing to have." She gently pinches his arm, loosening his grip to slip out it and takes the bloodied dagger, rubbing it clean with a towel before placing it back where she took it from. "Now. Why did you bring the poor man to suffer my presence?" "With the kindest greetings of Lord Tywin he said you should be the best choice of guide for Prince Oberyn." "So basically the old lion has lumped me with another one of his tasks?" "It appears to be just that.. we'll leave you to do your work now." Bronn and Tyrion quickly flee and Noah turns to Oberyn. "Well.. I hope you are ready and sober enough to remember everything I'll be telling and showing you because I can not spend another night over these papers and they need to be done by tomorrow.", Noah says and Oberyn smiles in amusement. "What fun is the capital of the seven kingdoms without wine?" "I hate wine but I can not find any good rum around here but I can otherwise agree." She pours him a glass of the beverage, handing it over and toasting to him with her still filled glass. "To joined misery." And they both drink. "Shall we?" "We shall." Noah slides her arm through his and guides him into the hallway and then into the vast castle. "Well.. let me think who I can introduce you to safely. What do you think of Tyrells, prince Oberyn?"