When The Throne Bleeds

19. Alcorhaë Of Valyria

Remi plopped on his bed, exhausted. The crew had been allotted two rectangular dorms with beds lining up the longer walls in the inner city. The bigger one was for the men which was on the ground floor, and the smaller dorm above was given to the few women of the crew. The walls were a pleasant mix of blue and yellow, and the beds were softer than the ones they had on the ship. The crew was pretty satisfied with their accommodations.

"Remi!" Gasim smacked him on his head.

"Ow! What the fuck? What do you want?!" Remi screamed, swinging his arms to get back at him. Gasim stepped back, easily evading Remi's haphazard blows.

"We're going into the city, you cunt. Come with us."

Remi glared at him, his face saying a clear no.

"And by city, I mean." Gasim leaned in. "The pleasure houses." He grinned as if he had made a proposal which could not be denied.

Remi clenched his teeth and angrily turned away from him, burying his face into the faded fabric of his pillow.

A minute later, Gasim was dragging Remi outside their dorm, smiling triumphantly.

Remi stepped into the city with the male crew members, arms crossed and scowling to be brought against his will. They made their way to the local brothel through the vibrant market, with Remi barely being able to keep his eyes open. Gasim thumped him on the back, chatting happily with the other men.

"Fucking sick thirsty men! Always wanting some..." Remi kept muttering under his breath.

The pleasure house was like the usual brothels Remi had been to, filled with wine, naked women and the overbearing flowery scents. The keeper of the brothel seemed to be delighted to see the large crew, it meant more money.

"May I present to you Diana, she's our exotic piece, skilled for first timers." The keeper announced, eyeing Remi.

First timer?!

Diana, a golden haired woman wearing a kamarband, wearing only a kamarband, walked forward twirling to show Remi her full figure. Before he knew it, she had stealthily tucked her hand in his vest, pulling out her price of thirty gold coins. Gasim laughed loudly as Diana pulled Remi by his collar into a room. The room smelled of overly used scent and wine, Remi wanted to run away.

"What's your name?" She whispered enticingly in his ear, pushing him on the bed.

"Remi." He grunted out as she began undoing her kamarband. She closed her eyes, touching herself seductively all over. She turned around gently, squeezing her backside. Men loved that.
Her hair cascaded down her bare back, and she twisted her hands in her hair, moaning loudly.

A moment later, a snore interrupted her performance. She paused, looking at her customer in confusion.

Remi had fallen fast asleep on the bed.

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After her talk with Tyrion, Irida was sitting on the wooden chair in her chambers, lost in her thoughts. Tiny yellow flames had begun to appear at her fingertips.

"Are you sure?" Irida licked her lips nervously.

"There is nothing to fear. Show me."

Irida took a deep breath. They were standing in a secret alcove in the Dornish gardens, just the two of them, no one would see them there.

The earth was a dry and bare patch where they stood, the lush green trees surrounding them at a distance. A warm wind gushed in and Irida's worn out shirt gently fluttered from where it was tucked in her tight trousers. Her straight black hair which merely reached her shoulders was tied up in ponytail.