Vol. 2 Chapter 19 - Road to the Capital

101 A.C. Crownlands, near Kingslanding

/povMC/

As my trusty 'steed' Roach was carrying me along traveling along the 'kings-road'.. I was just a 'strumming' the strings of my lute and singing 'tid-bits' of different songs I knew.. trying them out testing how they sounded with my singing and my 'lute-playing'.. getting ready to get in character.. Im really 'loving' how my identity reads out.. how it's written on my 'land-deed' signed by the current king who is 'slated' for death some two years from now.. can't say winters instead of years here in Westeros.. according to what the first peasant i met on my trip to visit the capital said.. the last winter just ended and it was a short winter so usually following a short winter comes a long summer.. so thats pretty sweet I got to 'skip' winter in 'Westeros' and 'hop' 'metaphorically-speaking' straight in at the beginning of summer.. 'literally-speaking'.. if that makes any sense.. at all..

Anyway.. back to my identity on this land-deed signed by the current king who is 'supposed' to die two years from now reads like this.. "This deed shows the ownership of the most 'North-East' corner two-acre 'plot' situated in the lands-between.. House Rosby.. and House Targaryen's Royal holdings in the 'Crownlands' one kilometer east of the 'kings-road' at the mouth of the 'Renne' River.. exiting to the 'Black-Water' Bay.. hereby signed by Jaehaerys of the 'House' Targaryen, First of his Name realeasing ownership and duties of said plot to one, Aethred, son of Boudica, Mother of the 'Iceni'.."

Now you can't tell me the ain't just fucking 'legit' as the fuck.. I can't wait for my first time being introduced at a 'Royal' banquet or something like that..

Anywho.. Roach has almost brought me right up to the gates as I've been talking to myself in my head for the hour long ride from my farm to the capital.. which is legit in itself I live a hour from Kingslanding in Westeros what the fuck!.. that would be like Freja sneaking up on you whilst you slumber.. then she ties you up real 'fast-like' before you can wake up and struggle.. then while your helpless and tied up she does shit to you.. like licking your butthole and making you piss on her.. weird kinky shit like that done to you by a fine sexy goddess.. sounds magical right? Fuckin bet it is.. does a bear shit in the woods? I'd fucking imagine.. where else would a bear shit?.. you think he hops in his suv and stops off at the seven-eleven to take his daily 'dumps' in the 'employee' only restroom? No.. bears shit in the woods.. it's an hypothetical question you see.. when I ask someone does a bear shit in the woods?.. it's hypothetical you aren't supposed to answer the question.. anyway it's just part of the joke gods.. back to it

After Roach gets me through the gates I ask for directions from the first 'gold-cloak' I see.. as to where the street of 'silk' is located.. brothels are the absolute best for gathering intel.. and also for fucking whores while gathering said intel from said 'wenches'..

I got the information and made an immediate vee-line.. heading to some 'tits-n-ass' as I like to call it.. drawing laughter from the few 'gold-cloaks' I had asked directions from.. I heard one of them talking about my equipment and how foreign I and it both look.. I imagine Roach is the only thing not 'foreign' looking about me right now.. my armor is of Asian descent.. my spear as well.. I heard another say "hahaha gods I've never seen a boy so young so eager to get his dick 'wet' hahahah.." the gold-cloak 'cackle'd' out as I was disappearing down the streets already..

anywho I've arrived at the 'Lord's-Maiden' terribly named brothel it is.. when I build my first brothel Im definitely naming it the 'Dragon's 'Cunny-Hole'.. gonna be the finest establishment in this universe you better believe that shit.. I'll have my 'whores' keeping their ears open and their mouths shut for everyone besides me.. feeding me information and all the moves made by the 'shakers-n-movers' of 'Westeros'

One of the servant boys came and took roach from me I 'flicked' him two 'copper-pennies' for his troubles.. meanwhilst saying "take care of my 'partner' boy and you will see 'triple' what you just recieved.. falling into your hands when I leave this here fine 'establishment'.. if you don't take care of him.. I don't want to say what I would be forced to do to you.." I threaten the boy with his life demanding my 'steed' recieve almost 'Royal' like care..

Once I own a brothel I'll keep a few 'prized' mares behind the back where Roach can trot along and get him some action while Im busy in the brothel getting 'balls-deep' in some information gathering.. both metaphorical and physically 'balls-deep' making whores rapid-fire exorbitant amounts of pussy juices through the air as if they were try to put out an metaphorical 'fire'.. with said juices sprayed from said 'cunny-holes'.. eventually making them 'cave' then 'crumble'.. finally 'spilling-the-beans' so to speak.. telling me all the information about anything and everything I need to know that the whores Im fucking in the brothel im fucking them in.. knows..

Im so excited I still haven't even reached the 'entrance' of the brothel yet and I just got a itch I couldnt help but 'whip' out the ol' lute like you know how I 'whip' it out.. when i do.. then I started 'playing' at the strings..

Then I started to sing "As I went out one morning..

To breathe the air.. around Tom Paine's..

I 'spied' the fairest damsel yes..

That ever did walk in chains..

I offered her my hand..

She took me by the arm..

I knew that very instant yes..

She meant to do me harm..

"Depart from me this moment''..

yes I told her with my voice..

Said she.. "but I don't wish to''..

Said I.. "yes but you have no choice''..

"I beg you sir''.. she pleaded..

From the corners.. of her mouth

"I will secretly accept you yes..

An' together we'll fly south.."..

Just then.. Tom Paine himself..

Came runnin'.. from across the field..

Shoutin' at this lovely girl yes..

An' commandin' her to yield..

An' as she.. was lettin' go her grip..

'Up'.. Tom Paine did run..

"I'm sorry sir''.. he said to me..

"I'm sorry for what she's done.."

I ve already entered the brothel singing and playing my lute.. I can see 'courtesans' and 'coutesan-penetraters' all on gathered in groups fucking and sucking and hearing my 'performance' giving me an respectable applause I feel.. gathered on different couches and cushions all over the mansion like building they call a brothel.. but me.. I call it the 'promised-land' of the purest of 'nectars'.. delivered straight from only the most of 'divine-pussys'.. that is what I call this kind of building I find myself at this point in my story.. that is to be written.. it is written.. destiny is all.. it is known..