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Chapter 10: Ned Umber
The Boltons were gone! Jon Snow came down from Castle Black and beat Ramsey Bolt in the Battle of the Bastards.
And now, Starks were back in Winterfell and had called their bannermen to meet at the seat of their power. This meant that Lord Manderly was journeying to Winterfell and I could at last go home!
Lord Manderly was traveling with a small number of troops, enough to protect him from any bandits he might encounter along the way, and I was following them. At night, I would enter one of the soldiers tents, fuck all the men in there and sleep cuddled up to my favorite one.
After a few of weeks travel, I at last made it back to Wintertown. I didn’t recognise any the people there. All the women who had sat in judgement of me and called me ‘spawn of a whore’ and later, ‘Whore’ were gone. When people saw me there was non of the hostility I had known all my life. I was a complete unknown. People smiled when they passed me on the street. The brothel was empty and horrible condition! Everything had been ransacked and deliberately broken. No one was there. I started to work, cleaning up and setting things to right.
I had been at it a couple of days when a boy walked into the parlor. I could tell by his clothes he was high born and his Northern accent was a bit thicker than mine.
“Hello? . . . is this the whore house?” asked the boy.
Hearing his voice, I came from the back to see what he wanted.
“Well hello m’lord,” greeted him with a curtsey. “I’m not open yet. But is there some way I can help you? Maybe help you find your parents?”
“My parents are dead,” said the boy, sadly. “I’m Lord Umber now.”
“And help can I help you m’lord Umber?” I asked.
“I want to buy a whore;” announced Lord Umber. “Are you a whore?”
“Why, yes I am,” I told him. “You can can me: Whore. But aren’t you a little young to need a Whore like me?”
“I want a whore!” he insisted, as he poured some silver from a bag, more than enough. “I have money!”
“Very well m’lord, you’ll have to excuse the mess,” I told him, as I took him by the hand and led him upstairs to the only room with a semi-usable bed.
There were no sheets. His money would help me buy some. I didn’t even need to ask him if it was his first time. I made myself fall in love with him and treated him the same way I always to boy on their first time. I made certain that it would be a fond memory for the rest of his life.
When he had finished inside me, he collapsed on top of me and burst into tears.
“Oh honey, your were wonderful! Don’t cry!” I told him as I rubbed his back.
“I thought they were going to kill me!” he sobbed.
“Who?” I asked him.
“The Starks!” he sobbed, as I began to grow fearful. “My uncle betrayed them! . . . Killed Shaggydog and gave Osha and Rickon to the Boltons! . . . They were my friends! . . . and now they’re all dead! . . .”
Now I was panicking! His family had betrayed the Starks! And I had just fucked him! I wanted him off me this instant! But instead, I just let him stay on me sobbing his little heart out.
“When they called me to Winterfell I thought they wanted me to come here so they could take my head! . . .But I’m an Umber. . . . So I tried to be brave. . . I came here to face my fate! . . .”
(Old Gods! Old Gods! I fucked a traitor! I’m a traitor fucker! The Starks are going to kick me out again!)
“Lady Sansa wanted to take Last Hearth from me!” sobbed the last Umber.
(Serves him right! filthy traitor! I can’t believe I fucked him!)
“But then, Jon Snow told me I could keep it if I swore to him!” sobbed Ned. “The Starks Are so great! I’m glad he’s King in the North now!”
Now I was feeling a little better. If the Starks have forgiven him. Maybe I’m not in trouble after all? If Jon Snow can forgive him, perhaps I can too. I went back to trying to comfort him. Finally I’d cheered him up enough to send him on his way.
The Boltons were gone! Jon Snow came down from Castle Black and beat Ramsey Bolt in the Battle of the Bastards.
And now, Starks were back in Winterfell and had called their bannermen to meet at the seat of their power. This meant that Lord Manderly was journeying to Winterfell and I could at last go home!
Lord Manderly was traveling with a small number of troops, enough to protect him from any bandits he might encounter along the way, and I was following them. At night, I would enter one of the soldiers tents, fuck all the men in there and sleep cuddled up to my favorite one.
After a few of weeks travel, I at last made it back to Wintertown. I didn’t recognise any the people there. All the women who had sat in judgement of me and called me ‘spawn of a whore’ and later, ‘Whore’ were gone. When people saw me there was non of the hostility I had known all my life. I was a complete unknown. People smiled when they passed me on the street. The brothel was empty and horrible condition! Everything had been ransacked and deliberately broken. No one was there. I started to work, cleaning up and setting things to right.
I had been at it a couple of days when a boy walked into the parlor. I could tell by his clothes he was high born and his Northern accent was a bit thicker than mine.
“Hello? . . . is this the whore house?” asked the boy.
Hearing his voice, I came from the back to see what he wanted.
“Well hello m’lord,” greeted him with a curtsey. “I’m not open yet. But is there some way I can help you? Maybe help you find your parents?”
“My parents are dead,” said the boy, sadly. “I’m Lord Umber now.”
“And help can I help you m’lord Umber?” I asked.
“I want to buy a whore;” announced Lord Umber. “Are you a whore?”
“Why, yes I am,” I told him. “You can can me: Whore. But aren’t you a little young to need a Whore like me?”
“I want a whore!” he insisted, as he poured some silver from a bag, more than enough. “I have money!”
“Very well m’lord, you’ll have to excuse the mess,” I told him, as I took him by the hand and led him upstairs to the only room with a semi-usable bed.
There were no sheets. His money would help me buy some. I didn’t even need to ask him if it was his first time. I made myself fall in love with him and treated him the same way I always to boy on their first time. I made certain that it would be a fond memory for the rest of his life.
When he had finished inside me, he collapsed on top of me and burst into tears.
“Oh honey, your were wonderful! Don’t cry!” I told him as I rubbed his back.
“I thought they were going to kill me!” he sobbed.
“Who?” I asked him.
“The Starks!” he sobbed, as I began to grow fearful. “My uncle betrayed them! . . . Killed Shaggydog and gave Osha and Rickon to the Boltons! . . . They were my friends! . . . and now they’re all dead! . . .”
Now I was panicking! His family had betrayed the Starks! And I had just fucked him! I wanted him off me this instant! But instead, I just let him stay on me sobbing his little heart out.
“When they called me to Winterfell I thought they wanted me to come here so they could take my head! . . .But I’m an Umber. . . . So I tried to be brave. . . I came here to face my fate! . . .”
(Old Gods! Old Gods! I fucked a traitor! I’m a traitor fucker! The Starks are going to kick me out again!)
“Lady Sansa wanted to take Last Hearth from me!” sobbed the last Umber.
(Serves him right! filthy traitor! I can’t believe I fucked him!)
“But then, Jon Snow told me I could keep it if I swore to him!” sobbed Ned. “The Starks Are so great! I’m glad he’s King in the North now!”
Now I was feeling a little better. If the Starks have forgiven him. Maybe I’m not in trouble after all? If Jon Snow can forgive him, perhaps I can too. I went back to trying to comfort him. Finally I’d cheered him up enough to send him on his way.
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