Kingslayer [Game of Thrones] ✓

Faceless lovers

Green eyes stare into bright blue ones upon the first red rays of light filling the darkening royal chambers with fiery glow. Laying sprawled across the mans chest the serpent queen smiles slightly, her body aching. "Are you for hire?", she asks playfully, making the man let out a laugh. "Was a man good enough to spend money on?" "I doubt I could afford the true price." Sitting up the dark green eyes rest on the persons name whose true name would forever remain unknown to her. "I wish I could know your true name, your true face.." She sighs softly. "A man is afraid he can not serve with either." "I do know that. It does not matter anyways." "Does it not? A man thought names to be of importance." "Names have power over us as people. Same as our appearances. My face, my body have gotten me here. My dead husband married me for he felt I was beautiful enough to warm his bed and my families name was influential enough to . He did not know much about me. Not that I had spent years studying politics and finance with the high servants of my lordly father back in Essos. He did not know of my ambitious nature. Of my liking towards both sexes. Of my passion for the common folk, my hatred for slavery, abundance, wastefulness, idiocy. Nor did he know about me training with the mercenaries of the golden company. He deemed me harmless. An acessory to his arm, his reign. And I deemed him a stepping stone towards mine the moment I learned of his contracts with Westeros, of their exploitation of these lands, their fruitfullness. A liability. You see, my name and appearance had me come this far, however it was my intelligence, my morals, my nature, my skills that secured my position. Not my name. It is not Medusa Meer they call out to me, nor is it beautiful woman, but my Queen. They call me their Queen. You do not have a name or a face I can orientate myself on. This could have been your face when you joined the faceless men, this could have become your face. It does not matter. I feel your strength, your power and I enjoy your passion. It is all I truly need to know except for one other thing.." The light blue eyes gaze up at the dark green ones. "And that would be?" "Will you stay for longer than only this night?" Blinking, surprised the man runs his hand along the skin of her legs, spread along both sides of him. "Would the Queen want a man to stay?" "If this is what you can give me..", leaning down to him she allows her breath to fan his lips, "... I would have you stay forever. Be my lover, faceless one." He stares at her. "This Queen could have other men with riches and titles, armies to aid her reign..." "This queen doesn't need titles, money or more men. Matos is strong and so am I. I want affection and passion, things that I haven't gotten from my marriage or from anyone. I want someone to be my strenght and my weakness. I want someone that can emotionally hold and uplift me like no man employed for and searching for power could. Can this man give that to me?" With his breath caught in his lungs the man looks up at the woman, suddenly gentle and fragile, far from the image projected to the public. "Jaqen H'gar." She blinks surprised. "Jaqen H'gar will try his best for as long as the faceless god allows him to stay with his queen." The swollen, rosy lips turn up into a smile as Medusa Meer, Queen of Matos drops down into the no longer nameless mans arms, wrapping hers around him. She laughs softly and happily. "I am glad, Jaqen. I am very glad and I am thankful for every second that may be granted to us." And the tight grasp around her made her believe, for the first time in many, many years that maybe, just maybe, the gods were good.

Raging upon receiving the letter his son had written to him, the old lion Tywin Lannister enters the meeting of the royal council. "The Snake won't cooperate and her entire folk bows to her as if she were a goddess. They will defend her to the last breath! Their army has more than tripled, their sea power is unbeatable, their land power in the palace alone is more than 20.000 men. They are more than just aware that they have all the advantages and that we wouldn't stand a chance. Not even if we were to hire the entirety of the golden company, not that we could afford it if we wanted to. Maybe if all of Essos followed us but considering just who that woman is, that wouldn't happen." "Who is she then?", Robert Baratheon barks. "Medusa Meer. Daughter and sole heir of Egyr Meer, head of the supreme families of Pentos. Her snap of her fingers would give us most of Essos, apart from the Dothraki. The power of the Meer family is supreme and has been for hundreds of generations!", Tywin says, speaking out every word as if it were a curse. "What chances do we have then?" "None. Matos is out of reach for us."
"Perhaps.. we could send someone who could control her.. Someone to seduce her. There are many stories of men falling to their knees before her.. perhaps that could be our solution." "I doubt it. I tried already." Petyr Baelish admits. "I wanted a little bird in her kingdom. And he succeeded in entering her palace, however that woman is very intuitive and she knows her people perfectly. He was noticed in less than three days when he tried to seduce her. He was hung naked by his wrists and his feet and genitalia cut off. His wound opened again every time they closed until he had dehydrated and bled out after days of suffering the pain of his shoulders dislocating and his body weight tearing at his muscles. Poor fool." He sighs softly. "We would be better off, offering a fair deal to them or focussing on Highgardens natural rescources that we could maximise." Robert Baratheon scoffs. "I am not making deals with a false snake. Write to the Tyrells. This meeting is over."