Game Of Thrones... With A Twist

A Game of Thrones - Chapter 10

"Might surprise you." Ros said with a coy smile a Theon 'hmmed' in response. 

"He's good with his fingers too. And his tongue." She said with a hot breath close to Theon's own face.

Theon then grasped the golden medallion before he commented, "Generous tipper. I guess gold is cheap for a Lannister." 

"You are jealous." Ros said with revelation at the fact that Theon Greyjoy was jealous of Tyrion Lannister.

"I'm a Greyjoy. We've been lords of the Iron Islands for 300 years. There's not a family in Westeros that can look down on us, not even the Lannisters." Theon said with pride at his Ironborn heritage as Ros lightly combed her as she looked at her reflection in the hand-held mirror. 

"What about the Starks?" She asked lightly.

Theon straightened as he spoke, "I've been Lord Stark's ward since I was eight years old." 

"A ward – That's a nice word for it." Ros commented lightly, her true message vicious as she could be when wronged.

Ros combed her hair calmly as she spoke, "Your father rebelled against King Robert and if he does it again..." 

"My father fought for the freedom of his people. What did your father do? Fucked a cook and whelped a whore." Theon told her scathingly as he grabbed her hair roughly. 

"You're a very serious boy." Ros commented. Theon then grabbed her cheeks roughly as he spoke, "I'm not a boy."

"Oh yes, you are." Ros retorted before she grabbed his cock in her dainty and experienced hands, causing Theon to groan from the unwanted administration of her skills. "A serious boy with a serious cock." She repeated with a small add-on.

"I don't want to pay for it." Theon remarked to the northern whore. 

"Then get yourself a wife." She replied as Theon let her go roughly to dress up, leaving his favorite whore to look at his back somewhat longingly.

Sure their entire relationship was based on buyer and whore... but there was a deeper bond somewhere in that lustful contract. Even if neither one would ever acknowledge till their final day.

<Two days later, Dawn, The River/Mud Gate, King's Landing, The Crownlands...>

"Load up! We're due to leave in ten minutes!" Edwyn called out gruffly as the five Northmen his father had sent his way got the small ship, known as the Dying Gull, prepped and ready to return to the North as soon as possible.

Looking over his shoulder, Edwyn nonchalantly glanced at the rest of the docks... and made a point to note down all the people that suddenly seemed that they have something better to do. It seemed that he was already being watched in this city of snakes... but he was no fool.

He knew how to trick the serpent to bite it's own tail, and having all those eyes focused on him allowed Rodrik, Jaune and Wynafryd to smuggle in some extra cargo from a hidden cache in the city. Approximately twenty seven large wine barrels... of pigshit. 

Nobody was going to miss it in this shithole of the city, considering that he had recently learnt that Cersei Lannister was possibly behind nearly every murder in this wretched city, making any murder case without her as even a possible suspect... rather odd.

"What are you looking at, Ed?" Wyn asked with some concern as she gave a sweeping and wary gaze of their surroundings. 

"Some people just don't know that it's rude to stare at somebody for too long." Edwyn remarked as he noticed Rodrik place the last of their food supplies in the ship.