296 AC
Myrcella walked arm in arm with Artys through the godswood, with Rosamund Lannister, Alyssane Lefford, and Marei trailing behind them.
"How long will the voyage take?" she asked.
"Three weeks, if we have the winds on our side," Artys said. "A week or two in Myr, and then back to Westeros. I hope to return within two moons, at the earliest."
The terror in Master Mott's eyes when Artys had asked Gendry's name was enough to tell him the blacksmith knew exactly whose son the boy was. Others must know too. Someone else had to. But it couldn't be his father — or King Robert — or Stannis. If either of them knew, Cersei's head would already be on a spike beside the Kingslayer's, and all their children's with them.
Varys must know. The eunuch always knew. Artys thought of him gloomily.
He had made too many preparations for this voyage to turn back now. Well, they've kept the secret for more than a decade, he told himself. A few moons more will make no matter.
"You seem worried," Myrcella said, her beautiful face full of concern. "Is aught amiss?"
Artys tried his best not to picture her pretty head on a spike.
"You're hiding something," she said finally.
He smiled faintly. "A man is allowed a few secrets."
"You're no man — not to me," she said, her tone gentle but steady. "You're my betrothed. And I will have the truth Ser ." The girl knows me too well he thought.
He took her by the waist and kissed her. Myrcella froze in surprise, then returned it with soft eagerness, though with a touch of girlish awkwardness that made him smile.
When he pulled back, her cheeks were flushed."Nothing is amiss anymore," he said, masking worry with charm.
"Artys!" she said, half-scandalized, half-delighted. She slapped his chest lightly. "You are impossible."
"And you are perfect," he murmured.
Her expression softened, but that quick, perceptive mind wasn't fooled. "Promise me," she said, lowering her voice. "Whatever it is you're not telling me — it won't take you from me."
"I promise," he lied.
She smiled, and he wished she hadn't — because that smile made lying made him feel guilty why do i feel so guilty he thought .
"Artys!" Myrcella said in mock reproach, before hugging him tightly. "Promise you'll be back."
"I will, my love," he said, brushing her golden curls aside.
Rosamund cleared her throat delicately, and Myrcella stepped back, smoothing her dress.
"Please take good care of my princess," he said to her ladies-in-waiting, giving a knowing grin to Marei and Alyssane.
Marei smiled her mischievous smile, while Alyssane blushed furiously and nodded meekly.
Artys took his leave, giving both women a look that suggested they'd need to speak privately before he departed.
He made his way to the Tower of the Hand, where he found Sweet Robin being read to by his mother.
"Artys!" the boy squealed, leaping up to hug him. He was small and thin, his eyes watery as ever.
Lysa looked up as Artys entered, her lips tightening into something that might have passed for a smile."So, you've come to say farewell before you sail off to chase glass and trinkets " she said. "I'm sure the princess will miss you terribly."
Her tone dripped sweetness and spite in equal measure.
Artys bowed his head slightly. "Aye, I imagine she will. As will the King and my father."
Lysa sniffed. "The King will forget you the moment you're gone. And your father—" she hesitated, then added sharply, "—he's far too kind to those golden vipers. The Queen smiles at him, and he thinks her a saint."
Sweet Robin stirred at her side, blinking up at his uncle. "Mother says the Queen is wicked," he said matter-of-factly.
Artys knelt and smiled gently. "Your mother says many things, little falcon. Some of them even true."
The boy giggled, and Lysa shot him a look of warning. "You ought not fill his head with your jests, Artys. ."
"He's strong," Artys said softly, brushing a hand through Robin's fine hair. "He just doesn't know it yet. "
Lysa's mouth tightened again.
Artys stood
Lysa looked away, her hand trembling slightly as she reached for her cup. "Pray for yourself, Artys. Myr is full of heathens and worse things. Not even the gods can save a man in a foreign city."
"Then I'll save myself," he said lightly, but his eyes lingered on her a moment longer — pale, frightened, and jealous all at once.
He turned back to Robin, who clung to his leg."You'll be brave while I'm away, won't you?"
Robin nodded solemnly. "Good lad." Artys tousled his hair and smiled. "Keep your talons sharp."
As he left, he felt Lysa's eyes on his back — cold, watchful, and fearful of every shadow that moved. For a moment, he pitied her. Then the thought passed.
R18
In the dimly lit tunnels beneath the Red Keep, the air was thick with anticipation and the scent of desire. Arty stood tall Alyssane knelt infront of him, her hands gripping his hips as she took his cock into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down with fervent eagerness. Arty grabbed her by the hair, forcing her head back, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that was almost hypnotic.
"Isn't this nice, Alyssane?" he taunted, his voice low and dangerous. "Your betrothed, Tyrek, would be so proud to see you like this, on your knees, begging for my cock.
Alyssane moaned, a mix of humiliation and desire in her voice as she continued to suck him, her cheeks hollowing with the effort, her eyes watering with the intensity of her actions.
Arty laughed, a cruel and mocking sound. "You're a wanton girl, aren't you? A slut who can't get enough. Maybe I should tie you up, spread your legs wide, and let the stable boys have their way with you. Would you like that, my dear? Would you like to be passed around, used, fucked senseless?"
Alyssane shuddered, her body responding to his words, her pussy aching with need. "no , my lord," she whimpered, her voice a broken plea. "Please, i am yours. I'll do anything, i want you inside me."
Arty smirked, his grip on her hair tightening as he pulled her off his cock, a string of spit connecting her lips to his shaft. "Beg for it, Alyssane. Beg for my cock, beg for my seed ."
Alyssane complied, her voice a desperate, pleading whisper. "Please, my lord, I beg of you, fuck me, use me, make me yours. I need your cock, I need your seed , I need you. Please, have mercy ...i am yours , your slut, your whore."
As Alyssane begged, Marei moved in, her tongue licking and sucking Arty's balls, her fingers teasing and pleasing, her mouth hot and wet against his sensitive flesh. She moved lower, her tongue exploring his taint, her fingers spreading his cheeks, her mouth rimming his asshole, her tongue probing, teasing, pleasing.
Arty groaned, his body tensing, his hips bucking as Marei's skilled mouth and tongue brought him to the brink of ecstasy.
Arty grabbed Alyssane by the hips, turning her around, bending her over the stone bench . He entered her with a brutal thrust, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm, his hands gripping her flesh like a vice, shaming her, using her, breaking her completely.
Alyssane cried out, her body convulsing with the intensity of the pleasure and pain, her hands trying to grip the stone bench , her knuckles white, her body betraying her, responding to his touch, his cock. She shuddered as she orgasmed on his cock but Artys kept thrusting.
Arty fucked her hard and fast, his body slapping against hers, his grunts and groans filling the air, his hands rough pinching and twisting her nipples making her scream. He turned her around shoved his cock down Alyssane eager mouth. With a final, brutal thrust, Arty came, his cum spraying onto Alyssane's face, coating her cheeks, her nose, her lips, her chin, a mark of his ownership.
Marei moved in, her tongue licking and cleaning the cum from Alyssane's face, her lips and tongue working to remove every last drop, her eyes locked on Alyssane's with naughty smile on her lips.
Alyssane turned to Marei, her lips capturing the woman's in a deep, passionate kiss, her tongue exploring every corner of her mouth, tasting Arty's cum, tasting her own essence, tasting their pleasure, their bond, their love.
They kissed, their breaths mingling, their tongues dancing
Marei moved in, her tongue licking and cleaning Arty's cock, her lips and tongue working to remove every last drop of cum, He grabbed Alyssane planting soft kisses on her forehead whispering sweet nothings in her ear. The girl just nuzzled against his neck and whimpered while Marei places soft kissed on Alyssane cunt.
Arty pulled back, his breath ragged, his body still trembling with the aftermath of his orgasm. He looked at Marei and Alyssane, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Keep the princess warm in her bed," he commanded, his voice low and firm. "Teach her the arts of pleasure, show her the joys of the flesh, prepare her for me. And remember, she is to be my wife, my queen . Do not fail me. I shall return in two moons turn " giving Marei a kiss on the fore head before leaving .