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Meddling in mortal's affairs was never her thing.Of course, once in a while she took pity on some star-struck lovers or a kind girl cursed with an ugly face, but that had been the furthest she'd ever gone in a long time. Sailing to Westeros from the uncharted west on a rich, gold laden ship? It seemed ridiculous. It had been half a catastrophe the last time she'd done it, when the so-called 'Aegon the Conqueror' grabbed all of Kingdoms with the help of his sister wives. After he'd spurned her, she put a great curse on his seed and watched with glee at how these petty kings and queens tore at eachother's throats.The salty ocean air delicately tousled her hair as she sailed towards the shores, guided by the gentle breeze. She sank into a soft chaise and nibbled on some grapes. The people of this continent worshiped her under various names - 'The Seven' for the high- and lowborn, 'The Maiden' for those who couldn't fully understand the concept of one god with multiple aspects, and 'The Drowned God' for the Iron Men. For the northerners, she was one of their Old Gods. A smile played on her lips as she observed a seagull flying over her ship with curiosity. It was amusing how most people struggled to accept a deity that was all-encompassing and omnipresent, choosing to manifest itself as a young woman.Countless times, her offspring had inquired why she chose to venture into the Mortal realm in a tangible form. They pleaded for her to remain by their divine side. But to their chagrin, she simply stated that she was...bored. Exhausted from the endless cycle of bountiful and barren harvests, weary of reprimanding and rewarding her devout followers, and utterly unamused by the gossip of the haughty elite. She craved a bit of excitement, some exhilarating mischief to spice up her eternal existence. After all, even a goddess needs a change of pace now and then.As she sat in her chaise, gazing upon the endless horizon of the dark blue sea, she contemplated her next disguise. The delicate decision of her appearance in the Mortal realm was significant to her, as it would determine her perceived age, beauty, and influence over those she interacted with. To seem vulnerable, naive even, by choosing a youthful form was a tactic that never failed.A delicate hand ran through her silken tresses as she mulled over the appropriate guise for this journey. A girl barely out of adolescence? Maybe someone with fair skin, slightly freckled, and a cascade of russet hair... or perhaps a dusky maiden with raven locks? Each had its charm and advantages. Through her divine wisdom, she understood that appearing young would not only deceptively imply innocence but also instigate an unconscious protective instinct in the mortals' hearts, encouraging them to spill their secrets and lower their guards around her.She knew this from past experiences: the more innocent and unassuming the form, the better to beguile, manipulate and control. The age-old adage 'never judge a book by its cover' seemed to elude these mortals persistently. It brought a wicked grin to her lips; they were such simple creatures.Her lively eyes twinkled with a glint of devilish mischief as she decided on the form that she'd assume this time. It would be a peculiar mix, something a bit daring; petite in stature yet blessed with a voluptuous figure that could evoke both admiration and envy among mortal women. Alluring curves combined harmoniously with her small frame to concoct an irresistible charm. Her skin would be pale, almost moonlit, speckled with an explosion of tiny freckles, a stark contrast that would make one's heart flutter.Her hair, the shade of chestnut, would cascade down her back in long, untamed waves evoking the beauty of wild nature itself. It would flow around her like a silken tapestry catching each flicker of sunlight and transforming it into a myriad of dancing glowworms. As for the eyes, they had to be something unusual. Not the typical blues or browns—those were too common amongst mortals. She decided on grey—the color of wisdom mixed with mystery. They would bewitch any onlooker with their hypnotic gaze: warm, yet chilling; inviting, yet daunting—a mirage of conflicting emotions that was as captivating as it was unnerving.She tilted her head back and laughed; a rich, sultry sound that seemed to blend effortlessly with the rhythmic lullaby of the crashing waves. Her lips, plump and imbued with an intense shade of red, added the final touch to her mortal guise. These lips held power—they could whisper incantations that swayed kings, utter words that could ignite passion in mortal hearts or even unleash a tempestuous fury over the seven kingdoms.Then came her name - a title to be reckoned with. She'd been known by countless names in different ages and realms; some revered her while others feared her based on nomenclature alone. For one who held so many identities over time, finding an alias that would blend seamlessly into this land's culture was crucial. She wanted something grandiose yet enigmatic - the last few times she'd been Airis, a lonely sheperdess, Helyssa, a courtesan from Lys and Jorrit, the mighty huntress from beyond the wall. These were all mighty fine names and personas she'd built herself, yet she wanted something a bit more... powerful for this trip. There'd be a lot more noble Ladies and Lord to seduce and manipulate this time around.After extensive contemplation, she decided on Mariette—a name as simple as it was elegant. It had a touch of the exotic, with an air of familiarity that would allow her to blend into the society seamlessly. And she would not just be any Mariette; she'd assume the title of a princess. The notion of royalty gave her a sense of unchecked privilege and power that she so craved for in this mortal realm. It was the perfect embodiment of her wicked intentions.As she studied herself in the reflection of the still sea water, Princess Mariette shivered in delight. The dainty figure stared back with a radiant smile, her grey eyes sparkling with an intense gleam that captivated any observer. Her form, while enchanting, held the promise of intrigue and danger—precisely what she desired.She pondered over a suitable surname next. 'Stark', 'Targaryen', 'Lannister'—these were names that held weight in Westeros, but their legacy was too strong and could invite unwanted scrutiny. Thus, she needed a last name that was unique yet inconspicuous, something that suggested nobility without being directly linked to any existing lineage.For hours, she toyed with various names, whispering each one softly to gauge how it sounded alongside 'Mariette.' She finally settled on 'Eldryss'—a name as mysterious as it was regal. It was an old name from an ancient tongue lost to time—a language only known by creatures like her.And so, Princess Mariette Eldryss was born.Her journey into this new world promised rich rewards for the subjects that bent to her will, that worshipped her and helped her, and great, unimaginable pain and ruin for those that dared to want to hurt her or to scorn her.As she came closer to the land, a shiver ran through her and she could feel the sea within her. Grinning wickedly, she willed the wind to pick up and the waves to rumble under her ship - it seemed like her first stop would be the Iron Islands. Oh, how giddy she felt! The sight of panicked fishermen and pirates quickly trying to go back to their ports, She felt two souls leaving some poor wretches and sat back down into her chaise. "What is dead may never die," she mumbled with a grin.With the growing thrill of anticipation, Princess Mariette Eldryss observed the turmoil her arrival had caused. Men and women like ants, scurrying in every direction, fleeing the tempest she had beckoned. From this distance, she could smell their fear, taste their panic—it was intoxicating.She let out a soft laugh, her grey eyes dancing with merriment as they chased the scampering boats back to their safe harbours. For those sailors who dared to stay and brave her storm, she offered them an eerie serenity amidst the chaos. At some level, her wicked heart admired their foolish bravery.In the heart of it all, her ship continued to sail undeterred, cutting through the waves like a mighty sea beast. The sailors on board were used to such conditions during their many adventures across the seas. She'd chosen each of them—a motley crew of trusted pirates and cutthroats—for their loyalty and gutsiness. Each had pledged their life to serve her faithfully, and in exchange, she promised them treasures that would surpass their wildest dreams. Rich dead men, cursed to never enjoy their riches - oh wickedly fun it had been when they started to notice their predicament.The rugged elegance of Pyke soon loomed in front of them. Its weather-beaten towers and wind-ravaged walls held an austere beauty that only one born of the rocks and water could appreciate. Despite her ethereal origins, Princess Mariette found herself oddly drawn to this harsh landscape.As they neared the cliffs, she stood tall at the bow of her ship, bracing herself against the salty spray that lashed against her face. Her seaweed braids clung tightly to her head while her simple yet rugged dress danced wildly in the wind—making her appear as a phantom sea goddess emerging from the briny deep.The first to meet her gaze on the land, to which she'd swam through the mighty storm was an old, grizzled sailor, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and awe. He fell to his knees, whispering prayers of protection to the Drowned God. She glanced at him for a moment before shifting her attention to the group of rugged men who had gathered to watch her arrival. Their expressions ranged from suspicious to openly hostile. She took in their hardened faces, their weather-beaten leathers, their grim expressions and she knew—these were men who thrived on power, violence and respect; they wouldn’t easily fall under her enchantment. But she also knew that she had more than enough charm and guile to bend them to her will.With each step she took down the gangway, there was a hushed silence, broken only by the crashing waves against the rocky shore. When she finally set foot on solid ground, she lifted her chin and swept her gaze over the crowd. "I am Princess Mariette Eldryss from a land far in the west," she declared, her voice ringing out loud and clear over the noise of the storm. "I wish to speak to your Lord."It was then that the Iron Men parted before her, their steel-faced gazes never leaving her as they revealed not a Lord but a woman of formidable presence. With the same stormy grey eyes that pierced through the torrential rain, Yara Greyjoy approached Mariette. The wind whipped at her sodden coat, revealing a well-worn chest plate and an impressive cutlass hanging loosely at her side."When your Lord isn't present, you send his daughter," she retorted dryly, her gaze challenging. "I am Yara Greyjoy... and in my father's stead, I am your audience."Mariette’s eyes sparkled with intrigue as she studied Yara. This woman was both fierce and intriguing - a rare combination that Mariette knew all too well. Nevertheless, she maintained her stoicism."I see," she replied after a tense pause, her voice carrying authority despite the raging storm around them. "Well then, Lady Greyjoy… I come bearing an offer. An offer that I believe would be of interest to your people."Just then, as if conjured by some unseen hand, another figure emerged from the throng of ironborn. Draped in robes soaked through by sea spray and rain, with a cascade of hair as dark as the turbulent sea around them, stood Aeron Greyjoy.The Drowned Priest's eyes flickered with latent power as he too approached the Princess. Despite his craggy features, there was an almost youthful intensity in his gaze as he extended a gnarled hand towards Mariette - a silent invitation for her to continue with her proposition. She must've intruiged him somehow.However, Yara interjected before Mariette could speak. "We need no offers, princess. Your presence on our island is intrusion enough." Yara's words sliced through the rain-soaked air, her defiance echoing out to the volatile sea."Perhaps," Mariette responded calmly, her voice steady in the thunderous storm, "But I believe it is an offer you might want to consider before sending me away."Ignoring Yara's hardened glare, she turned towards the Drowned Priest, extending a slender hand, encrusted with simple iron-engulfed emerald and sapphire rings. "Aeron Greyjoy... I've heard of you. The priest who still listens to the whispers of the drowned god. You are very devout." Her voice echoed mysteriously, barely concealing a hint of invitation.Aeron's gaze locked onto hers, his sea-green eyes glinting with an unreadable emotion. He took her hand in his rough one in a gesture that spoke more of curiosity than acceptance. A sudden wind howled around them as if cheering for this unexpected alliance.In that moment, Princess Mariette did something unexpected. She closed her eyes and stood stone-still amidst the rage of the storm while holding onto Aeron's hand. Following suit after an initial hesitation, Aeron closed his eyes too.The crowd watched in utter fascination as their Drowned Priest and this foreign princess stood there, clasped hands raised slightly above their heads as if waiting for a divine sign. The rain poured harder, the waves grew wilder and yet they stood unmoving. And then something remarkable happened.A vision appeared before Aeron Greyjoy's eyes - he saw the face of his drowned god - and saw the Princess looking back at him, naked, floating underneath the sea, barncles scattered over her pale body. He saw her hair flowing like sea-weed, eyes wide and grey, devoid of life, and a knowing smile that sent a shiver down his spine. His drowned god had never shown him such a sight before. He saw her gesturing towards him, inviting him into the depths with her, promising treasures untamed and secrets unspoken. A jolt of energy surged through him, causing Aeron's eyes to snap open. He found himself staring into Mariette's grey eyes which mirrored the vision he'd just had. In that moment, he knew that she was not ordinary. She was of the sea, a creature as unpredictable and wild as the waves themselves.Faling onto his knees, he hugged Mariette's legs and moved his lips in silent prayer. A rasp of uncertain murmurs rippled through the crowd as the nervously watched their most devout priest seemingly pray to this weird young Princess which had come to them in one of the harshest storms they's ever encountered. Mariette saw that Yara was still uncertain about her, but that was to be expected, for she had little belief in anything except for herself.Mariette turned her gaze towards Yara and met the untrusting fiery eyes of the Greyjoy woman, her voice cutting sharply through the roaring wind. "It is not your trust that I need, but your acceptance." It was not a plea, but a statement forged with ironclad certainty.A sudden clap of thunder echoed throughout Iron Island, as if the drowned god himself were responding to Mariette's bold declaration. The crowd gasped in awe, but Mariette remained unaffected. She stood tall, her gaze steady on Yara, awaiting her reaction.Yara looked at Aeron who had just risen from his prayerful stupor. He gave a single nod, his eyes still filled with the reverent terror of his vision. She understood then what must be done."Fine," Yara spat out grudgingly after a moment, "you come with me then." She yanked herself free from her uncle's grip and motioned for Mariette to follow. The crowd parted silently as the two women made their way through it.As they neared the edge of the island, a monstrous wave crashed against the stony cliff beneath them. The saltwater spray hit everyone with a chilling force and drenched them thoroughly.Everyone except Mariette.She stood there amidst the drenched onlookers, untouched by the wrath of the sea. Her simple, rough gown still fluttered in the undying gale and her auburn hair flowed gracefully with the seaweed in it, looking drier than the deserts in Dorne.The crowd watched in disbelief as Mariette simply turned towards them and smiled mysteriously before following Yara towards Pyke Castle.The castle itself was a wonder, carved entirely from the great rocks that were native to Iron Islands. Its tall towers stood like ancient sentinels against the backdrop of the storm-tossed sea, and the wind howled mournfully through its narrow corridors and arched windows. With each step, Yara seemed to sink deeper into the dread of what she had agreed to.Yet, Mariette walked with an air of unshakeable calm, her eyes reflecting the flickering torchlight as they made their way through the labyrinthine passageways. Who would she seduce here? Lord Balon or feisty Yara? Would any of them even come to appreciate what she would give them this night?They passed through grand halls adorned with tapestries depicting battles long past, where the sound of drunken laughter and fistfights had once echoed. Now, all that was left were the echoes of silence and a lingering sense of foreboding.Yara, feeling the weight of trepidation loom heavier with each step, suddenly halted near the entrance to a grand hall, its ancient stone walls adorned with faded murals depicting conquests of yore. Turning to Mariette with a look of defiance etched on her features, she declared in a low growl, "This is as far as I take you."Yara wasted no time and lunged at Mariette with a fierce battle cry. Her movements were precise and swift, honed through years of brutal training under the most ruthless warriors on Iron Island. But Mariette was just as skilled, gracefully evading Yara's attack with fluid movements that seemed to defy gravity. In one fluid motion, she extended her arm and struck Yara with a powerful blow, sending her crashing to the ground with a resounding thud that shook the fortress walls. The crowd gasped in shock, but Mariette remained calm and focused, ready for whatever move her fallen opponent would make next.She extended her hand towards Yara and offered a smirk as icy as winter winds. "Is this how you greet all your guests?" she taunted sweetly, savoring the stunned silence that her words elicited from the small crowd of warriors and thralls that had gathered to watch them.Yara's eyes met hers defiantly. Yet, there was no rush to retaliate. No immediate cry for another battle. Instead, Yara pushed herself up from the cold stone floor slowly and stood facing Mariette once more with a small grin. The smirk didn't leave Mariette's face as she waited ever so patiently for Yara's next move."So I see that women are trained well in the West," Yara grumbled and patted Mariette on the shoulder. It dawned on her that this wasn't a true attack out of bad will, but rather a test, a test of strength. "Let me introduce you to my father, Lord Balon."As they walked through the stony corridors of Pyke Castle, Yara's gaze lingered on Mariette. She couldn't deny the woman was an extraordinary creature. Her movements exuded a confident grace that was alluring, her eyes held a calm determination that was intimidating. Her whole demeanor was an enigma that piqued Yara's curiosity and begrudging respect.The doors to Lord Balon's chambers were held together with rough iron bands, a testament to the harsh reality of life on the Iron Islands. Shielding her eyes against the dim light, Mariette followed Yara into the room. In the flickering torchlight, an old man sat hunched over an ancient map, his gnarled fingers tracing over worn lines and faded colors.Lord Balon glanced up at their entrance, his sunken eyes reflecting surprise and suspicion as they landed on Mariette. "And what is this?" he demanded gruffly, his voice echoing through the drafty halls of the castle."This," Yara began, nodding towards Mariette with a smirk, "is our guest from the West, Father."Lord Balon scrutinized Mariette then, his hawk-like eyes piercing through to her very soul before he let out a gruff laugh that echoed eerily around the room. "So," he sneered with contempt dripping from every syllable, "the West does exist and the only thing that proves it oif this girl that looks like she'd been washed up on our shores."Ignoring Balon's jibe, Mariette took a step forward and curtsied slightly, her voice steady despite the tense silence in the room. "I am not here as a representative of anyone but myself," she declared boldly. "I have heard great tales of your bravery, Lord Greyjoy." Hm, seems like Yara would be the one to warm my bed tonight, she thought to herself while she studied Balon. He didn't have much longer to live, but oh how he mistrusted her, how he felt pain in his lifetime. "I require but a night on Pyke, then I will be gone again and I shall not bother you any more, my Lord."Yara's eyes nervously flitted between her father and the Princess. Mariette had to refrain from grinning as she felt another surge of respect from the rugged woman - she was impressed that Mariette hadn't told him that she was a Princess, nor boasted with riches. "She fights well," Yara said stoically and looked out of the window, where the storm had calmed slightly, " Uncle Aeron approves of her as well. She worships the drowned God."Lord Balon narrowed his eyes at his daughter, the skepticism in his gaze growing more profound. "A woman who worships the Drowned God and fights like a true Ironborn?" He chuckled bitterly, "I suppose she walks on water too."His piercing gaze returned to Mariette, studying her face for any hint of deception. The corners of Mariette's mouth twitched upwards in a daring smile. "I cannot walk on water, Lord Greyjoy, but I have been known to hold my breath for an impressively long time," she quipped, holding his stare.Balon’s laughter echoed around the room again, harsh and grating. He leaned back in his chair regarding Mariette with a newfound respect. She had weathered his scorn with grace and wit, a feat not many had accomplished in his presence.Yara watched the exchange warily, her grip tightening on the hilt of her sword. Her father was unpredictable at best and lethal at worst. His amusement could turn to rage in a heartbeat."Very well," Balon finally announced after a moment of contemplation. His voice was still filled with suspicion, but his facial expression had changed slightly. “We’ll keep you for the night...but mind your manners.”Mariette bowed her head graciously, thanking the Lord for his reluctant hospitality. Her gaze met Yara’s shortly, nodding her head towards her subtly as though acknowledging an unspoken challenge.As they left Lord Balon's chambers together, Yara put her hand on Mariette's shoulder stopping her. "My father might be old, but he is not naive. Whatever game you play here..."Mariette batted her eyelashes subtly and put her own hand on Yara's rough one. Oh, little warrior, she thought to herself as she felt Yara taking a quick breath, now I've trapped you. "I do not play games, or at least not yet. That I shall do once I am in King's Landing. And as I've mentioned before... If no harm comes to me on these next few hours until I can leave your Islands again, you will be rewarded richly - the West is a generous place but not a foolish one." With a small smile, she gently lifted Yara's hand off of her shoulders and gave it a gentle squeeze.Yara stared at Mariette in silence for several moments, the low light from the hallway's torches glinting off her hardened exterior as if it were armor. The intensity in her eyes was broken only by a flutter of intrigue and, quite possibly, excitement that danced in their depths."So be it," she finally murmured, her grip on Mariette's hand tightening momentarily before she released it. Yara jerked her head towards the castle's main hall, indicating with silent command that they were to move along. Every step she took echoed with authority and purpose, a manifestation of the rough-and-tumble culture of the Iron Islands.They walked through long corridors lined with ancient tapestries depicting battles and victories of the Ironborn. The worn stone underfoot felt cold against Mariette's skin, yet strangely comforting. It was a stark contrast to the grandeur and warmth of the West, but there was an undeniable charm in its harsh austerity.After passing through several stone arches, they arrived at an opulent room draped in furs and adorned with relics from countless raids, a testament to the Greyjoy’s adventurous nature. Yara led Mariette to an enormous wooden table laden with roasted fish and goblets overflowing with ale - a spread worthy of a Greyjoy.A burly man seated at the far end of the table rose as they approached and clapped Yara on the shoulder amicably. "Uncle Aeron," Yara greeted him with a nod. His deep-set eyes surveyed Mariette with great wonder before he offered a curt nod in return. "Our guest from the West."Mariette dipped into a small curtsy before lowering herself onto a chair next to Yara.The room was alive with the hum of conversations, yet when Mariette sat down, it felt as though a thick shroud of silence had been draped over them. The clatter of mugs against the table and the murmur of indistinct words seemed to fade into mere whispers. She noticed numerous curious eyes fixated on her, yet none dared speak to the foreigner among them.After what felt like an eternity, she picked up a fork and began to daintily pick at the roasted fish before her. It was a humble meal at best but carried the touch of the Ironborn — bold and sincere in its simplicity. As she took a bite, she couldn't help but draw comparisons with the fine wine and gourmet feasts back in her realm, above the mortals. The richness of seafood flavour mingled with a smoky aftertaste — far from what she was used to, but oddly satisfying nonetheless, not that she needed any sustence, she was a godess after all - but it certainly helped her blend in better.To fill in the looming silence, Mariette sipped from her goblet and looked out of the window. Outside, the storm began to roll in again, thunder echoing ominously against the walls of the castle. She resisted a chuckle at their startled expressions as a particularly loud clap of thunder made goblets rattle and some men jump at their seats. Ah, how fun it was to toy around with the weather, she thought glefullyAeron shot Mariette a knowing look, an eyebrow slightly raised in question, but said nothing. His niece merely grunted into her cup while most around them muttered about rough weather and bad omens. Gradually though, conversations picked up again, albeit with more caution in their tones, cautiously navigating around superstitions related to storms."So, Yara, pray tell, is there a reason why such a fierce woman as yourself is without a husband or wife?", she asked curiosly, pulling some crab meat out of its shell. Willing to exude desire, she smirked as Yara blushed and hid her face in her cup again. Aww, the poor thing's blushing, how un-warriorlike of her, Mariette thought to herself with a grin and caught an eye of a young man, presumably one of the Saltcliffe boys and saw him nervously rearranging something in his pants. She had forgotten just how potent her moods were on these mortals around her, especially adolescent ones - but tonight her treat was Yara, not some pimply boy.Yara's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and she downed her ale as if it were water. "That's a personal matter," she muttered into her goblet, glancing sideways at Mariette, her eyes momentarily revealing the hint of vulnerability she’d been trying to hide. Yet, there was a spark of curiosity in her gaze, and it was clear that her interest was piqued by the question."Personal matter or not," Mariette leaned closer to Yara, her voice barely above a whisper as she let the question hang in the air between them. "I am sure there'd be lots of people wishing for your strong hand."The room filled with laughter and chatter again, but it was merely a background noise to their intimate conversation. Yara looked at Mariette for what seemed like an eternity before replying, "Perhaps there are, I wouldn't know. I'm not in the mood for marriage."Mariette's smile widened at Yara's response. She raised her goblet for a toast. "To secrets yet unshared," she said mysteriously, leaning back in her chair. Her gaze, however, was focused on Yara, studying every reaction.Before Yara could respond, another loud crash of thunder echoed around them. The room dimmed momentarily as if the storm was dictating the mood. Aeron grunted in irritation, his eyes narrowing in suspicion towards Mariette whose smirk only seemed to grow wider.Yara hesitated for a moment before raising her own goblet in return. "To secrets," she agreed quietly and took another long drink from her cup.The evening carried on in this manner; Mariette had great fun toying with Pyke's apparent heiress. So when the feast came to a close, she had been anything but surprised when Yara had offered to take her to a chamber for the night.Yara's fingers brushed against her lightly, a gesture that was at once rough and soft. "This way," the warrior woman said, her voice gruff yet strangely tender. Mariette couldn't help but flash Yara a playful grin as she got up from her seat.As they navigated through narrow passageways and up winding staircases, Yara remained silent. Her grip tightened around Mariette's hand every time a crack of thunder echoed through the castle walls, each tremor sent a jolt through her stoic facade.Finally, they arrived at a chamber situated at one of the castle towers. The room was small but comfortable, filled with sturdy wooden furniture and lit by a single burning sconce. A large fur-covered bed sat in the middle, looking incredibly inviting after the evening's events."Make yourself comfortable," Yara said gruffly after closing the door behind them, her eyes pointedly avoiding Mariette's gaze. She moved to pour herself a drink from a decanter on a small table by the bed."I must say, you Greyjoys know how to entertain," Mariette remarked lightly as she watched Yara take generous swigs from her goblet. She could see the woman's shoulders relax slightly at her statement, perhaps relieved that their 'guest' was not entirely displeased with her stay thus far."Indeed?" Yara replied, raising an eyebrow at Mariette as she turned to face her fully. "And here I thought you were rather... bored earlier."Mariette let out a soft chuckle before letting herself fall lasciviously onto the bed, her breasts straining against the dull fabric of the dress. "Oh no, I've been quite entertained," she purred."I see," Yara said, her voice unsteady but maintaining an air of nonchalance. She took another gulp from her goblet and then poured herself a second serving. "Well, then," she continued, "I suppose I can rest easier knowing our guests are happy.""You are such a considerate hostess," Mariette responded in a teasing tone as she kicked off her boots and stretched out on the bed. It was clear to Yara that the strange Princess was indeed at ease in the Ironborn's quarters. Her eyes were closed, a slight smile lingering on her lips while she fiddled with the hem of her dress, pulling it up slightly.The sight made Yara's heart speed up as if she'd been running up the steep stairs again. She took one last gulp of her drink to steady her nerves before setting down her empty goblet. Then, slowly, she approached the bed, her eyes never leaving Mariette."Don't go thinking you've seen all we have to offer just yet," Yara said, sounding more confident than she felt. The room filled with tension; it buzzed like the impending storm outside."Oh?" Mariette sat up slowly, letting her dress fall back down over her knees. Her gaze never left Yara's determined face. "And what else does House Greyjoy have to offer me?"Yara simply smirked in response and walked over to her and roughly pushed her dress up, blushing as she felt the lack of smallclothes on the Princess' soft skin, before gently letting her hand wander up to Mariette's hot and moist core.With a deep breath, Yara sank to her knees between Mariette's thighs and inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her arousal. Her fingers traced the delicate lines of the Princess's pussy, parting her folds ever so slightly. For a moment, she just admired the dark curls of hair that surrounded Mariette's sweet spot and the way her cunny glistened in the dim light of the chambers. She leaned in closer, pressing a tender kiss against her soft skin before teasingly licking her out from bottom to top and back again. Her hands slowly began to explore the rest of Mariette's body—the soft curves of her hips, ass cheeks and thighs that quivered beneath her touch.Mariette groaned loudly at the sensation and spread her legs wider, giving Yara better access. Women always tended to do these things better, yet she was still surprised at Yara's eagerness to please, seeing as she was still full dressed between her thighs. Yara's tongue darted out to lap at her nectar again while a finger rested gently against her puckered asshole, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Mariette's veins. She felt herself getting wetter by the second underneath Yara's hungry attention. Her hips bucked up off the mattress unintentionally as she tried to get closer to that eager tongue.The sound of heavy breathing filled the air as Yara continued to worship Mariette's body, eliciting sweet moans from the Godess-in-diguise.In the dim light of the chamber, Yara's fingers danced over Mariette's body like shadows, tracing along every line and curve with a tenderness that only fueled her fire. She let out a low growl as she felt the Princess' hips buck against her touch, giving the Princess everything she could. Her tongue teased and toyed with Mariette's pearl, flicking it swiftly before plunging deep inside her warmth, tasting the nectar that flowed from her. The goddess moaned loudly, undulating her hips in time with Yara's movements, her fingers threading through the warrior woman's hair in ecstasy. It had been a long time since she's last felt this way - this raw hunger mixed with tenderness.As Yara worked her magic on her clit with one hand, she expertle undressed herself, tossing her leather garb recklessly onto the floor. Mariette smiled as she panted lightly; Yara was indeed a rugged beauty underneath everything. She'd positioned herself between Mariette's legs again and resumed lapping at her folds, relishing in the salty-sweet taste that filled her mouth.Mariette gasped as Yara pulled back slightly and came up, swiftly pulling Mariette's dress over her shoulders and giving her a rough kiss. Just as soon as she'd registered the warrior's tongue in her mouth, she'd already introduced her fingers into her mouth, grinning wickedly. "Show me how good you can suck, princess... Make them wet so I can fuck you senseless...," she muttered against her ear, sending shivers up Mariette's spine.To that, Mariette could only open her mouth and blush up at Yara, who trembled as she watched her perfect mouth wrap itself around her rough fingers, her tongue gently coating them with saliva.Yara grinned to herself as she licked along the seam of her pussy once more, pushing two fingers inside of her. Despite being able to take any man or woman as she pleased, Yara Greyjoy had never found someone whom she could bring so much pleasure - or someone who could entice such pleasure in such a short time. As Mariette thrust her hips forward in response to the intrusion, Yara took this as a sign to add another finger, stretching her wider than she'd ever been before.The goddess cried out into the dimly lit room, grinding herself against Yara's hand as she set an unforgiving pace, filling the room with lewd slapping sounds as Mariette arched her back, grabbed at the furs and felt her body tensing up for release.Yara bent her head down to continue worshipping Mariette's sex, taking the goddess deep into her mouth as her fingers thrust in and out, feeling Mariette's walls clamp down on them. She loved the way she tasted, so sweet and salty on her tongue, mixed with the tang of desire and need. Moans filled the air as Yara sucked on her clit, earning a sharp gasp from Mariette. Her tongue flicked over it rapidly, driving her wild with pleasure. She could feel Mariette's thighs shaking as she held onto her head for dear life.As the goddess approached her release, Yara pulled back just enough to watch as her eyes rolled back into her head and her body tensed up, ready to cum any moment now. Smiling gently at her visitor, she set her lips onto Mariette's swollen bud a last time and groaned when she felt the Princess coming onto her hand. The taste was heavenly as she swallowed every drop greedily while also stroking Mariette's inner walls with her fingers, milking every last drop of pleasure from them.This woman knew how to make love, Maritte thought with a contented sigh and gently pulled her up. "You did well, my Lady," she whispered seductively in Yara's ear, "now it is my turn to make you fell good."Mariette pulled Yara onto her face and smiled gently as she heard her moaning as she felt the warm, wet lips envelop her sex. Her hips pressed down instinctively, seeking more contact as she felt Mariette's tongue dart out to taste her. She held on to the bed's headboard as the princess began to lap at her feminine essence, causing her to gasp and moan out loud. The sensation was overwhelmingly pleasurable and intense; it sent waves of ecstasy coursing through her body that left her trembling with anticipation.She wasn't a godess for nothing, the least she could do was reward Yara's eagerness in her own, special way. She made sure that the woman came at least five times, before guiding her shivering form back down and holding her gently in her arms, calming her spasming muscles with sweet, gentle touches. "You did so well, I'm so proud of you...," she whispered and saw Yara blushing deeply. Gently taking off one of her rings - just a symbolic thing, nothing of great value, at least not to her - she placed it in Yara's sticky hand. "It's a specialty from... the West. Your pleasure will always feel heightened when wearing it during sex."Yara looked down at the ring, her eyes wide with surprise. It was a beautiful piece, a band of what appeared to be finely wrought silver, set with an opal that seemed to change color in the dim light of the room. She slid it onto her finger and felt an immediate warmth spread up her arm, settling in her chest like a glowing ember."Thank you," she murmured, tracing the band with her fingers as she watched Mariette recline back on the bed with a satisfied smile.The goddess's gaze was gentle but intense as she looked over Yara's form, still flushed from their earlier activities. Running a hand along the length of Yara's arm, she gently guided the woman's head onto her shoulder, pulling her close."I think we've had enough excitement for one day," Mariette whispered into Yara's hair. "Get some rest."As if responding to Mariette's command, an unanticipated drowsiness washed over Yara, pulling at her eyelids and making them heavy. She nodded against Mariette's shoulder and surrendered herself to sleep.Once certain that Yara was deeply under the spell of slumber, Mariette stretched languidly on the bed before sliding away from Yara without disturbing her sleep. She stood and surveyed their clothes strewn across the room, each garment a testament of their passionate tryst.Gently running a hand over Yara's forehead smoothing away any lingering furrows, Mariette murmured a blessing. A soft glow hovered over Yara, casting a gentle aura that would guard her sleep and dreams. The goddess dipped her head, pressing a gentle kiss onto Yara's forehead, leaving behind a faint trace of her divine essence.She then moved towards the far end of the room, where their discarded clothes lay in disordered piles. Mariette paused, her fingers hovering over the fabric. An idea sparked in her mind, a way to ensure Yara's safety during her dangerous sea voyages. She gathered up the garments and waved her hand over them. Intricate symbols started glowing on each piece of clothing, magical inscriptions to protect the wearer from harsh sea winds and damaging waves.Smiling to herself at her creation, she folded it neatly and placed it on a chair next to their bed. She glanced at Yara’s sleeping form once more before bracing herself for teleportation.Whispering an incantation under her breath, Mariette's body began to dissolve into particles of light that swirled together in a mesmerizing dance before vanishing into thin air. The room was left in serene silence except for Yara's steady breathing and the faint rustle of sheets against skin.In an instant, Mariette found herself back on the deck of her ship, giggling with glee at the pleasure that still coursed though her skin, along with the ice-cold wind that whipped around her naked skin.She delighted in the contrast of sensations: the remnants of Yara’s touch still warm and electrifying against her skin and the air biting with an icy freshness that nipped at her flesh. Moving away from the shelter of the captain's quarters, she allowed herself to be fully kissed by the wind. Every gust was a lover's caress, sending shivers of exhilaration down her spine.In its own way, the sea was just as passionate a lover as Yara, wild and unpredictable. Mariette looked out into the endless expanse of undulating waves stretching out before her, glimmering in the pale moonlight. The sight took her breath away. It reminded her why she had chosen to make this vast realm her domain.As she stood there, bare under the moon's gaze, a moment of silence passed over the ship. Even the usually boisterous crew seemed to sense their goddess's reverie and held their breaths. The only sound was the lapping of waves against the ship and the distant call of a lonely sea bird.Then, something caught Mariette's eye - a flash of movement in the distance. Squinting her eyes against the intense night's darkness, she discerned a familiar figure perched on a rocky outcrop: Aeron, watching her faithfully.A smile painted itself onto her lips like an artist's careful brushstroke. Lifting one hand to her lips, she pressed a kiss onto it before throwing it out towards him. Whether he saw it or not mattered little; he would feel it—her essence carried on wind and wave.The ship sailed on through the night, guided by the gentle caresses of the wind and the moon's guiding light. Mariette stayed on deck, pacing back and forth across the wooden planks with restless energy. She felt strangely invigorated by Aeron's silent vigilance, knowing that he watched her every move.With a flick of her wrist, she whipped up the winds once more, letting them play with her hair and cool her skin as she let herself fall onto a chaise lounge on deck. She had removed the seaweed from her hair and sighed contentedly as she watched the stars twinkle above.It was moments like these that she cherished - being in control of nature's elements, feeling one with them. It reminded her why she chose to traverse Planetos again with mortals; it was fun.She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, inhaling the salty sea air and allowing herself to fully relax in this moment of tranquility. But even here, on her own ship surrounded by ghostly followers, Mariette couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness creep up on her. Despite all that she possessed, all that she could do, there was still an emptiness inside of her that nothing could fill, not even her countless children.Aeron's presence had reminded her of this void. As much as he worshipped her and devoted himself to serving her will, he would never truly understand what it meant to be a goddess. He would never know what it was like to be truly powerful and immortal. Feeling a pang of guilt for these selfish thoughts, Mariette opened her eyes once more and sat up on the chaise. She gazed out at the vastness before her: endless sea meeting endless sky. How small she felt in comparison to this grandeur.For a moment, she allowed herself to feel vulnerable, to acknowledge that even a goddess could feel lost and alone. But then she straightened her shoulders and let the thunderstorm disppear from Pyke and let it follow her. The next few days would be fun, she thought and smiled to herself. Tywin Lannister had seen her often in his dreams and she'd let herself appear in his fantasies when he was not focused on his work - it would be hilarious to see his face when he recognized her for the first time.
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Oh, Casterly Rock, how she'd missed that grand castle. Staring off into the distance, she smiled gently at the way the gentle winds turned ever warmer and the water beneath her ship turned from a deep blue to a more comfortable light blue. This was the part of the land which she had blessed with rich deposits of ore underneath its rocks and the splendor had been visible from afar, she'd noted. At least most of the smallfolk still prayed in thanks to her, though the Lannisters payed their tribute in their own way and she was about to claim it.Her fingers traced the delicate edges of a diamond, mined from the deepest trenches of earth, its surface gleaming with an ethereal glow unmatched by any sun. The finest jewelers within her divine dominion had etched intricate designs onto the precious stone, making it even more valuable. She examined it once, twice, and thrice before setting it atop her celestial forehead. It was a testament to her unsurpassed beauty and definite show of force to the Lannisters that she held even greater riches than they could imagine.She then turned to the exquisite dress laid out in anticipation. It was a creation spun from starlight and embroidered with threads of pure gold, as delicate as morning dew on a spider's web and as radiant as the summer sun at its zenith. The luxurious fabric spilled over her divine form like a liquid. It brought her such immense joy to dress up again - yesterday's rags were just as fun to wear as this resplendent dress. What she looked forward most to was her visit to the Houses Tyrell and Martell, for there she could show her skin without having to cover it up for modesty.Sucking her teeth, she shook her head and let one of her ghostly sailors approach. "My dearest, do you think that I should cover my body?" She asked him teasingly, gently squeezing her supple breasts atogether and twirling before her devotee."Hmm..." The ghost of the sailor seemed to struggle with the answer. His transparent form wavered in the gentle sea breeze, his eyes reflecting nothing but pure adoration for the goddess who commanded his eternal servitude. "Well, milady, truth be told... I believe you should do whatever you please." He gave her a slow, approving nod as he assessed her appearance. A spectral hand reached out to touch the hem of her dress but passed through it, causing him to sigh and fall to his knees before her.Several more apparitions appeared beside him, their attitudes varying from reverent admiration to blatant flirtation. Unfazed by their eager stares, she twisted and twirled in front of them, the heavenly gown swirling around her in a dance as ethereal as the men who watched it."Tell me," she commanded suddenly, pointing at a ghostly figure that was once a valiant knight in shining armor. "Do you really believe these mortal trinkets enhance my beauty?" She gestured grandly to the celestial diamond embedded on her forehead and descended down towards the shimmering dress that hugged her divine form.Somehow managing an embarrassed grin, the dead man bobbed his ethereal head up and down. "In any form, in any attire, your beauty surpasses all understanding," he confessed, his voice echoing with a sincerity that momentarily silenced even the rolling waves.The corners of Mariette's lips twitched into an amused smile. "Truth be told," she mused aloud, lavishing in the awestruck silence left by her knight's candid confession. "I find these mortal performances rather tedious, but I shall do whatever it takes to get some entertainment and gift these foolish mortals one of my offspring."She placed another handful of diamonds on her slender neck, each stone glistening like frozen teardrops under the heavenly light. They shimmered against her porcelain skin, contrasting vividly with her ruby lips that were curled into an anticipatory smile. An additional set of garnet rings encrusted with pink sapphires adorned her delicate fingers - an ostentatious display that would send shivers down any mortal's spine.Her attention pivoted to her reflection in the calm sea. She was a vision of ethereal perfection, a silhouette carved from moonlight and stardust, an entity that stood on the cusp of divinity and humanity. Each minuscule detail only added to her celestial charm - the elegant curve of her neck, the sweep of her tantalizing lashes, and those fierce grey eyes that bespoke ancient wisdom.“My divine beauty has always been enough,” she whispered lovingly into her reflection, running a spectral finger down the cool surface of the mirror. “But Tywin Lannister...” she paused, rolling his name around in her mouth like a sweet berry, “he prefers innocent beauty laced with cunning wit.” A wicked smile played upon her lips as she toyed with the idea, delighting in the challenge.With grace befitting a queen, she reached for strands of silky hair that spilled over her shoulders, weaving them into an elaborate plait that rested lightly against the small of her back. Her fingers moved deftly, each knot and twist artfully executed. The finished look was youthful yet chic - a playful omen wrapped within layers of deceptive innocence.A giggled escaped from her lips as she admired herself in the mirror once again. “The innocent ones are always the deadliest,” she mused aloud, enjoying how the words resonated within the echo-chamber silence surrounding her ship. And in that moment, Mariette was more than just their ethereal captain; she reminded them of her might; she was the moon, the stars, she was the weather, their emotions, the one to rule over life and death - and right now she was the loveliest imaginary princess from the west, off to wrap the Old Lion around her finger.Mariette surveyed her surroundings, her eyes shimmering pools of molten silver as they took in the sight of her loyal disciples, each one humbled by her omnipotent aura. They were mere mortals in tattered simpletons, who sought solace beneath the protective umbrella of her divine grace."Tywin Lannister," she mused once more, her words pierced the air like an icy gust. The crew fell silent; they watched their mystic captain with profound awe, their hearts expanding with every exhaled breath as anticipation hung heavily in the atmosphere like a fog. They had learned long ago that when Mariette spoke with such gravity, it was time to listen and observe rather than interject.She turned to face them, the diamonds on her neck flickering under the golden rays of dawn, painting a mesmerizing tableau against her skin. "Do you think he's worthy?" she questioned, a hint of amusement tinting her words. Her gaze roved over their faces, watching as they exchanged nervous glances before averting their eyes from her challenging stare.The silence that ensued was palpable – it dripped with trepidation and uncertainty until it was shattered by a confident voice from the crowd, "He has proven his might on many accounts, milady."Mariette's lips curled into a thoughtful smile as she mulled over the claim. She knew Tywin's prowess; she had observed his cunning strategies and ruthless decisions from a distance. He was a worthy opponent in the game of power but was he deserving enough to be graced with divine progeny?But even as she reveled in the illusion of mortal allure, Mariette found her gaze drawn towards the distant shores of Westeros, shrouded in a haze of early morning mist. A soft sigh slipped past her lips, her thoughts slipping into the realm of possibilities. "Perhaps I should consider imparting my divine gift to a younger one, a man untouched by the harsh realities of this mortal world," she mused, her eyes glinting with thoughtful intrigue.Her fingers traced the contours of the diamond choker resting against her throat, each gem capturing and reflecting the luminescence of the celestial bodies above. The idea intrigued Mariette; perhaps it was time for a new lineage to rise, awash with divine might and cosmic wisdom. An unprecedented power play that would shake up the gameboard of Westeros.Shrugging out of her silk robes, Mariette moved with the lithe grace of a sylph toward the edge of her ship. Her bare feet kissed the dew-kissed planks as she reached the railing, her ethereal form illuminated under the sun-kissed sky. She watched, rapt in silence as the westerlands gradually took shape before her sights - a landscape etched by time and painted over by countless tales of valor and treachery."Peasant or King, they are all but chess pieces my grand scheme," she mused aloud, her silver eyes reflecting the far-off specks of colour from the coast. She inspected each pulsating glow, assigning stories and identities to each. Somewhere among those flickering lights was a man who would feel the touch of divinity through her luminous offspring... But she had time to lull this over. If there was anything a deity had, it was time."Perhaps the mere act of birthing a divine being among them will set the pieces into play," Mariette contemplated, her fingers gracefully dancing along the ship’s wooden balustrade. The taste of salt hung heavily in the air as she breathed in the odor of the ocean, a testament to the mortal world's ceaseless dance with nature. Pondering this, a slow smile played upon her celestial lips.Invisible to mortal eyes, Mariette's divine senses perceived the energy flowing around her. She saw the sparkling spirits of the marine life darting beneath the waves and felt the vibrant essence radiating from the forests that stretched beyond Westeros’s coasts. A symphony of life hummed around her, each note pulsing with vibrancy unique to their source.In response to this silent invocation, a distant silhouette emerged against the horizon: a few ships from Tywin’s fleet advancing towards her vessel. Her heart fluttered with anticipation, a trait she borrowed from her human form. She studied each approaching ship intently, each bearing the unmistakable Lannister red and gold. They cut through waves with unmatched precision—as fierce and determined as their commander.She turned towards her devotees, each adorned in various hues of dawn while patiently awaiting her commands. Her magnetic gaze scanned each face; these were no ordinary men. Each held a part of herself within them, each mirrored qualities she deemed important - bravery, wisdom, loyalty - qualities that would serve well on this mortal battlefield.Drawing herself up to her full height, Mariette’s voice cascaded over them like a river over rocks - smooth yet relentless. "Prepare for our honored guests," she commanded, her whole being buzzing with energy. She quickly lifted her arm and pushed some air towards her crew - gone were their spectral forms and they smiled and groaned at the feelings of their mortal forms. "You are my servants, aren't you, my dears? There'll be no talk of Gods or deities. I am but a mortal girl of, say, eight and ten years, from the great lands of the West - Princess Mariette Eldryss."Their obedient nods were the only response she received, though it was enough. They fell into the background, muttering amongst themselves as they prepared to meet the mighty Tywin Lannister's fleet.Mariette allowed herself a brief moment to admire the reflection of the approaching ships on her silver eyes. The sight was marvelous, stirring even the cold divine part of her heart with a sense of thrill and anticipation.She straightened her back before turning her gaze towards the horizon, her silken robes rustling in the early morning breeze and adding another layer to her untouchable mystique.As if responding to an unspoken summons, a soft golden light began to envelop her being. It danced ethereally around Mariette's form, casting a breathtaking aura that set her apart from any mortal entity they had ever encountered. Their ethereal captain was glowing as if kissed by the sun himself and yet she wore it with such grace and dignity that one could be fooled into believing that this was but a normal occurrence."Let them come," she whispered softly to the wind, her voice carrying an alluring blend of power and serenity.And so they did. Ships bearing the lion banner drew closer with every passing minute. With each blink, they grew larger until their massive forms cast long shadows onto Mariette's ship.Despite their imposing arrival, Mariette maintained her grace, standing tall with a sense of calm and control that only added to her enigmatic charisma. As one of Tywin’s men stepped forth, his imposing figure treading heavily on the planks, Mariette’s eyes bore into his. “Welcome,” she greeted him in a voice that was a bit louder than she'd intended, but at least it helped in the regard that everyone could hear her. "I am Princess Mariette Eldryss from the great langds of the West, bearing gifts for your liege lord. Might I enquire about the possibility of my spending a few days in your wonderful city and castle?"The young knight, surprised by the richness of her voice and the divine glow that surrounded her, was momentarily lost for words. He stumbled over his greeting, his face reddening with embarrassment as he momentarily forgot his well-rehearsed courtesies. Mariette watched him with great amusement, a small smile dancing upon her crimson lips."Of course, Princess," he managed to get out finally, extending a roughened hand in the direction of Casterly Rock's Port. He then went on to add hastily, "We would be honored to host you in our city and castle."Satisfied, Mariette turned her gaze back towards the horizon, where the sun was beginning its ascent into the sky. Her ship sailed smoothly alongside theirs, the spectral crew skillfully navigating it through the calm waves towards their destination.As they approached Casterly Rock's Port, Mariette allowed herself to admire it from a distance. The castle sat atop a rocky hill, its stone walls gleaming as they caught the early morning light. Its towers stretched high into the blue sky, reaching out as though attempting to touch the belly of the clouds above.Below this formidable structure, nestled at the foot of the hill and spreading out towards the water's edge lay Lannisport - a bustling city filled with tall buildings that seemed to shimmer with wealth. In their view they could see merchants plying their wares from brightly painted stalls and children chasing each other through narrow alleys.The architecture of the buildings was an elaborate display of wealth and power, with domed roofs glistening under the sun's rays, gargoyles and intricate stone statues lining the edges of rooftops. The city's buildings were connected by a labyrinth of stone-paved streets that snaked through them like arteries, bustling with men in colourful cloaks and women in lavish dresses, all moving with a sense of purpose.The ship finally hit the dock, the wood groaning under its weight. The Knight led Princess Mariette and her mysterious entourage through a throng of people who had gathered around to catch a glimpse of the foreign princess. His eyes darted nervously between their strange clothes which were like nothing he had ever seen before, though he kept his lips firmly sealed for fear of offending his esteemed guest.Their journey towards the castle was lined with awe-inspiring sights, from beautiful gardens filled with vibrant flowers whose fragrances filled the air, to towering fountains that sprayed glittering water high into the air. Mariette’s eyes drank in the magnificence of her surroundings, reflecting an appreciation for beauty which she hersself had gifted to this woderful land.Upon reaching the castle gates, they were greeted by more guards, their armor gleaming under the sun. They looked at Mariette and her servants with curiosity but held their tongues. Through massive oak doors that creaked open ominously as they neared, they walked into a grand courtyard filled with more flowers and fountains and surrounded by tall stone walls that seemed to reach out to the sky.The courtyard was a sight to behold - marble statues depicting great warriors of the past dotted the area, their stoic expressions staring back at Mariette. To one side was an aviary filled with exotic birds, their vibrant plumage dancing under the sun as they sang melodious tunes that echoed around the grand courtyard. Further beyond the aviary was an enormous hedge maze, its twisting paths disappearing into verdant greenery.The castle itself was no less majestic - its stone walls were adorned with intricate carvings depicting battles won and dynasties established. The castle's facade was punctured by rows of arched windows which were latticed with iron bars and framed with heavy velvet drapes that billowed out in the wind. Above, red-hued banners emblazoned with roaring lions fluttered against the backdrop of an immaculate blue sky.Mariette was led to a sun-drenched veranda overlooking the courtyard where tables were laid with a variety of exotic fruits and goblets filled with ruby-red wine. The sight of food made her aware of her facade of innocent mortality as she helped herself to a slice of watermelon, its sweet juice making her taste buds dance.As they waited for Lord Tywin, Mariette’s eyes wandered across the landscape - from the sun-kissed rooftops of Lannisport in the distance to the cobalt waves crashing against the shores nearby. A gentle breeze rustled through her hair as she enjoyed her fruit, the taste transporting her to her court in the heavens.Her heart yearned for the ethereal majesty of her celestial abode but she was here to fulfill a purpose; a divine duty that had brought her into the world of mortals. The mortal realm had its own unique charm, so strikingly different from her immortal world but beauty nonetheless. An underlying rhythm to the chaos, a harmony in the discord – it was simply another melody in the grand symphony of existence which she had created eons ago.While she took another bite of her watermelon, contrasting its sweet juice with the salty sea breeze wafting in from the open windows, Lord Tywin Lannister finally entered the veranda and stopped suddenly shen he had seen her, evidently remembering her to be the woman in his dreams. His attire was as resplendent as the castle itself; a burgundy hued doublet emblazoned with golden threads that caught the sun and shimmered with each movement. His hair was golden as his house's sigil, yet a lot of it had been replaced by the gray of age and his steely eyes echoed authority and power. With an air of regality, he bowed deeply, yet stiffly to her, before taking a seat next to her. "Your Majesty, it is a great pleasure that you have chosed Casterly Rock to be the first place to visit of your journey across Westeros."Peals of laughter echoed throughout the courtyard suddenly, drawing her attention away from the intimidating lord sitting across her. Her ghostly servants were making merry, gleefully mocking their goddess's earthly predicament. They found it amusing to see their divine mistress patiently waiting for a mere mortal to finish his breakfast. Their laughter soon filled up every corner of the grand courtyard, mingling with the bird songs and rustling leaves to create a bizarre concerto, which th Old Lion could not hear.Silently smiling to herself, Mariette drank in his slightly uncomfortable, tough exterior. Word spread fast here on Casterly rock, she mused to herself, he already knows my name and supposed origins. "There had been tales told of its beauty, my Lord Lannister, by Westerosi that sailed to us and never came back. Seeing that I was very much bored at my court, I deigned to visit your wonderful country, with your Castle being the first fine Location."Lord Tywin looked on, oblivious to his guest's silent enchantment by her celestial servants' mirth. With a courtly gesture that seemed practiced and measured, he waved towards a servant that brought forth even more fruit. "I hope your Grace has had a good Journey. In our Country, the West had been but a myth and the waters so treacherous that no one that wasn't a fool dared to enter."That's because the West really does not exist, she thought and nodded gently, letting herself blush in a way, young maidens were known to do to please the handsome, calculating Lord.Keeping in character, Mariette spoke, her voice sweet as honeysuckle, "Oh indeed, my Lord Lannister. The hardships were plenty, yet as the sailors say, 'fortune favors the brave.' Our fleet withstood the rage of your treacherous waters, and we found a land so enchanting that words fail to capture its splendor." She paused for effect, casting her gaze down demurely, before continuing. "The West is a place of verdant valleys filled with luscious fruits unheard of and mountains glistening with gems that outshine any in existence. It's a land where rivers run gold and silver under a never setting sun," she lied with grace.The expression on Lord Tywin's face was one of surprise and curiosity; he'd never heard such details of the mythical West before. The tales had always been vague, filled with fear and dread. This painted a picture so vivid that his mind was already spinning with thoughts of conquest.Gently placing her watermelon down, she signaled for her crew who had been waiting eagerly in the shadows for their cue. With wide grins on their faces and hands filled with various objects covered in silks of vibrant colors, they stepped forward. "And as a token of friendship," she announced, eyes sparkling mischievously beneath her thick lashes, "I bring forth gifts from the West."As each silk was thrown aside to reveal what lay beneath – an exquisitely carved horn made from an unknown beast's tusk; a delicate crown weaved from golden petals that didn't lose their luster; rubies and sapphires, all thing that made Lord Tywin's eyes grow subtly larger.Ha, she thought and gently winked at her undead ladies' maid, I just showed him that I'm even richer than her is. Now we've settled that, let me see how long it takes to charm him fully, and to convince him to align with my power - to give me his seed and to care for my celestial child."Ser Ermion, bring forth the grandest of our offerings," Mariette called out, her gaze steady and fiery, trained on the mighty Lord Tywin. A giant of a man, bearing a made up sigil – an iridescent mermaid on a field of opal – lumbered out from behind the courtiers. Before she'd resurrected him, he had been a sworn knight to house Strong, one that had long gone extinct. He carried with him something shrouded in a tapestry of sapphire and emerald and draped over his broad shoulders. As he bowed before Tywin, Ermion let the cloth slide away to reveal what lay beneath.A single gasp echoed around the veranda as the object of attention sparkled under the light of the chandeliers. It was a grand shield, shimmering and gleaming in a dazzling display of hues. Carved from a single piece of Valyrian steel, it was adorned with intricate scrollwork wrought in gold, depicting images of mythical creatures – dragons and griffins writhing amidst stormy waves. It was a testament to the unimaginable wealth and artistry of her supposed homeland."From me to you, Lord Tywin," Mariette said softly as she stepped forward to stand beside Ermion. "May it protect you and your house as effectively as our alliance will."The silence on the lush veranda was almost palpable as Lord Tywin stared at the gift before him. It was not just a token; it was a clear display of power and dominance. Despite his well-guarded expression, Mariette could see the intrigue flickering in his eyes.He quickly motioned for his servants to remove the dish and offered her a well-guarded, yet courteous smile. "House Lannister is deeply grateful for your graciousness, Your Grace." Pausing for a moment, he gazed at her with careful scrutiny. "Might I inquire about your esteemed parents, the King and Queen? Did they send you on this journey?" Taking a measured sip of wine, he admired her delicate white hands. "And what are your husband's thoughts on your voyage? Is he pleased with your choice?"Mariette blinked, caught momentarily off-guard. She recovered quickly, however, her smile never faltering as she answered his questions. "My father, the king, has long passed on to the heavens. My mother, the queen, rules in his stead and is doing a wonderful job of it." She paused, her voice softening. "She urged me to explore the world and learn about other lands firsthand. I could not disobey her. As for your second question," she continued, blinking as if fighting back tears at the memory of her supposed husband. "I am afraid my husband has met an unfortunate fate. The dangers of our land are many, and he was felled by one of them on his way to our wedding, which... oh, my Lord, I am sorry, I did not mean to ramble, it had been a terrible occasion."Lord Tywin's brows furrowed lightly. He nodded solemnly as he set his wine glass down. "I am sorry for your loss, Your Grace." He hesitated slightly before speaking again. He was a dowager - he knew what it felt like to lose a partner. "Forgive me for being so frank, your Highness, but may I ask what your goal is, here in Westeros? As far as I've understood, you wished to seek an alliance. Do you wish to find a husband, your Grace?"Mariette let the silence stretch for a moment, her gaze unwavering from Lord Tywin's. Her lips were curved in a gentle smile, her face bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. Her elegant fingers played idly with the gold-encrusted goblet in her hand, the blood-red wine within swirling like a dark, forbidden promise.“Ah, Lord Tywin,” she began, her voice filled with warmth and charm. “Such a question you ask me.” With that, she allowed herself to blush ever so slightly, her grey eyes sparkling with mischief under thick lashes. “Indeed, my mother did not send me here with the matrimonial purpose.”She paused for dramatic effect before continuing. “I have ventured so far from my homeland not to find a husband but to find myself.” She glanced away, as if sharing something very intimate.“My journey is not one of marriage negotiations but of spiritual discovery," Mariette confessed, her voice carrying an air of mystery and allure, touching a chord deep within Lord Tywin. "I wish to learn more about the Seven Kingdoms and its diverse beliefs to better understand mine own," she explained smoothly.She then turned back towards him, an impish smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "However, it would be wrong of me to deny that your renowned charisma and sagacity have captivated my attention more than I anticipated."Caught off guard once again, Lord Tywin blinked before bringing his goblet slowly to his lips to hide his surprise. His eyes never left Mariette's face as he drank deeply."But worry not," Mariette reassured, "I shall not want to burden you for too long, my Lord. I shall be gone within the week - my next stop will be Highgarden." She feigned a shudder as a cloud (which she had summoned) covered the sun for an instant - she felt very dramatic at this point and had to refrain herself from giggling - and gave him a concerned look. "Its beauty is well known even in my country, yet I fear that the fashions are very... breezy. I do not think they shall suit me very much and the idea of showing my skin is scandalous, indeed."Lord Tywin's eyes crinkled at the corners as a rare chuckle bubbled from his throat. "Well, it seems the people of Highgarden have a penchant for revealing attire," he snorted, his eyes narrowing in disapproval. "But I suppose it matches their lack of decorum and propriety." His words were laced with a sarcastic undertone, but his disapproving gaze softened as he looked at her figure."Then they shall have to make an exception for me," Mariette said demurely. A tiny flutter of anticipation welled up inside her; Tywin was a tough nut to crack, but it seemed her charm was working on him. She wanted to seduce him without having to use her divine charms - that would've been boring."As for your journey, Your Grace," Tywin continued after a moment, his expression serious once again. "May I suggest that you visit the Citadel in Oldtown? The Maesters there hold a wealth of knowledge about the Seven Kingdoms' histories and faiths. Perhaps they could be of assistance in your spiritual discovery."Mariette blinked in surprise at Tywin's suggestion, but quickly replaced her astonishment with a sweet expression once more. "Thank you, Lord Tywin. I will certainly consider your advice.""Safe travels on your journey, Your Grace," Lord Tywin toasted, raising his goblet towards her."Thank you for your help, my Lord," Mariette returned the gesture gracefully, her heart pounding with a feeling of victory. One step closer to her goal; one step closer to seducing the Old Lion.As the day faded into evening, Mariette retired to her quarters within the grandeur that was Casterly Rock, which Lord Tywin had graciously provided. The Goddess gently laid on top of the big four-poster bed and played with her hair as her ghostly companions looked forlornly to the sea, where their shipmates were. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she flicked her wrist and her auburn hair came undone and fell graciously over her shoulders. What should she do with her hair? Should she will it to be in braids? Half up half down? Covered with a veil? The possibilities were endless."Oh, Pyke. How effortlessly I played my role as a sea-faring high-born maiden on your island. My naked form was enough to entice any mortal man or woman, yet I still had to mold myself to their desires, as if they were the ones in control. Silly mortals, always falling for my clever ploys and perfect facade. It's almost too easy to manipulate them and get what I want", she mumbled to herself."Braids," she finally decided, watching as her hair wove itself into intricate plaits in her reflection. "Paired with a simple gown, to match the Westerlands' style." That should do the trick. Adapting her appearance to fit the preferences of each region had become a game to Mariette. It was the thrill of the challenge that excited her, and she looked forward to her next transformation.She laid back onto her bed, staring up at the canopy as she let out a small sigh. "What exactly am I doing?" she mused aloud, admitting the confusion that lay beneath her confident exterior. Earning Lord Tywin's trust was not an easy task, nor was manipulating him into viewing and believing the innocent maiden facade.Her thoughts wandered back to Pyke and it made her chuckle. The Iron Islands were a world away from Casterly Rock, yet somehow, they felt closer than ever. Her influence there had been indisputable; she had simply shown up and they had practically bowed at her feet.Now here in the Westerlands, things were different. She couldn't just flaunt herself or wield magic to get what she wanted. Lord Tywin was wily, cunning. He respected strength and intelligence over a pretty face.Mariette sighed again as she sat up in bed, crossing her arms over her chest. It was maddening to think that despite all of her powers and immortal beauty, it was a mortal man who was making her doubt herself."Oh Tywin," she murmured softly, looking toward the window where the last rays of sunset painted the sky with hues of pink. "You shall continue thinking that you are the one in charge here. Just you see..."Mariette rose with a newfound resolve, her gown shimmering as she moved. Silver threads interwoven with the soft, dove-grey fabric caught the dying light of the day. The dress, flowing from her shoulders to the floor, seemed to ripple and move on its own accord, mimicking the fluidity of water. Mariette walked up to the mirror once again, assuring herself she looked every bit a highborn lady of Westerlands.“Mirror,” she commanded quietly, her voice both seductive and commanding. “Show me.”In response, her reflection morphed into Lord Tywin. Stern, commanding, his hardened eyes bore into hers with an intensity that made her smirk. "Oh Tywin," Mariette drawled, "You will be rutting into me this night and will be thanking me for it..." Basking in her own naughtyness, the mirror shimmered back to show her own reflection again, but there was a different glint in her eyes now - something that screamed of devious plans being formulated.Her attention was disrupted when there was a courteous knock on the door and she knew it was time for dinner. With a playful smirk playing on her lips, she swung open the door with bravura. The guard was slightly taken aback at her grandeur. Dressed in ceremonial armor with the lion sigil of House Lannister emblazoned on his chest, he immediately lowered his gaze as if unworthy of looking directly at her.Pleasure coursed through Mariette as revelled in his discomfort; it was a thrilling game of power and control. She hooked her arm through his offered one without so much as a word and began walking. She could feel the rough texture of his armor beneath her fingers as they trod along the opulent halls of Casterly Rock. The soft glow from the torches lining the walls played against the gold and crimson grandeur of Lannister power, casting shadowy spectacles that danced behind the pair."Might I inquire about tonight’s menu, good Ser?” she asked, her voice lyrical and light. The guard, a young fellow with a square jaw and wide eyes, stuttered for a moment before answering."B-Boar, Your Grace, and other delicacies from the Westerlands," he managed to stammer out. "Lord Tywin has instructed to spare no expense.""Sounds delightful," Mariette replied nonchalantly and bit back a grin as she felt the guard's erratic heartbeat thumping under her touch.They arrived at Lord Tywin's private chamber again; no long dining table filled with numerous guests like in other noble halls. Here it was just two chairs, two plates, two goblets. An intimate setting that belied the hardened warrior lord's usual nature.The guard opened the door for her and she sauntered in, her dress whispering secrets to the stone floor as she moved. Lord Tywin was already inside, standing by the window that overlooked nocturnal splendor of Lannisport. He turned to look at her arrival and she saw a flicker of something in his eyes. Surprise? Admiration? Lust? All three?“Your Grace,” he greeted formally but there was an unmistakable warmth in his voice. "You look lovely."Mariette put on her best sweet voice and curtsied to Lord Tywin, thanking him graciously. It was all just an act, of course; she held a higher title than he did. But in this setting, she had to play the part of a demure young lady. And her strategically covered cleavage certainly didn't hurt in gaining his attention. Without waiting for an invitation, she gracefully took a seat and arranged her skirts in an appealing manner, even giving him a glimpse of her bejeweled slipper and ivory silk stockings.His eyes, like tempered steel under the flickering candlelight, drifted downwards momentarily before he pulled out his own chair and settled into it."Tell me, Your Grace," Tywin began, his voice slicing through the soft murmurs of nearby servants and the distant clatter of silverware. "How do you find our Westerlands?" His gaze was steady like a calm sea before a storm, but Mariette didn't waver."Charming," she answered as she accepted her goblet from a servant. "Though I dare say it lacks the rugged beauty of the Iron Islands."The corners of Tywin's mouth twitched upwards ever so slightly, indicating amusement. A rare sight indeed. "I take it then that you prefer the grey skies and crashing waves over our golden hills and peaceful rivers?" he asked, crossing his hands over his broad chest.Mariette took a small sip from her goblet, her eyes never leaving his as she let the robust wine roll over her tongue. "It is not about preference, Lord Tywin," she responded after a moment's pause. "It is about adaptability." She watched with satisfaction as his brows knit together in confusion.Seeing that he expected an explanation she added, "Every place has its unique charm; one must simply learn to appreciate it." Her cryptic answer seemed to please him, and he raised his goblet in salute."Well spoken, Your Grace," he complimented her. There was no doubt in Mariette's mind that Tywin Lannister was beginning to see her more than just a foreign princess to welcome and escort away as soon as she left, but a beautiful girl that had the potential to be his bedmate.With a knowing smile, she raised her own goblet in response, the wine inside shimmering under the flickering light. To some, this might have been just another toast, but to Mariette, it was an agreement. A silent pact that she was willing to play the game and put on a show for him, at least for now.The dinner progressed smoothly. Each course was better than the last. The boar was succulent and marinated perfectly with eastern spices. Some of the dishes were foreign to her, but Lord Tywin made sure to explain them in detail. She nodded attentively throughout his explanations but found her attention drifting towards his grizzled features instead.She made sure not to eat too much. A bloated belly was never attractive and considering what lay ahead, she wanted to look enticing for her host. Using her fork as a prop, she playfully teased him with some flirtatious remarks about his reputation and strength.With every joke he made, Mariette blushed and smiled coyly. She couldn't resist reaching out to lightly brush her fingertips against his hand, or giving him a flirtatious look from under her long lashes. She could see the gleam of interest in his eyes as he allowed himself to be drawn in by her gentle touch and alluring gaze.After dinner, Lord Tywin offered her a tour of Casterly Rock's vast library - an offer she accepted with feigned enthusiasm. However, she knew that this was just an excuse for him to spend more time alone with her.As they strode through the grand hallways towards the library, Mariette couldn't resist glancing out of the windows at the vast expanse of sea. But her thoughts weren't consumed with lustful conquests anymore. No, she was here for a greater purpose. She craved chaos and destruction, to see these privileged highborns brought to their knees. They had reveled in opulence for far too long, indulging in endless dances, debauchery, and hunts. Now it was time for them to face the consequences of their actions. It was time for tears to flow, prayers for mercy to be begged, as Mariette unleashed her wrath upon them all with merciless precision and cunning guidance.Half-bumping into Lord Tywin, she was ripped from her thoughts and stepped back with a small blush. "Oh, how awfully clumsy of me, my Lord," she said with a shy smile and made herself blush, and looked outside the windows again, making the wind pick up strength outside to try and give a good excuse as to why she was . "It has started winding a lot, my Lord, I've never seen wind pick up such strength out of nowhere."The mature, attractive man gave a small smile and gazed out at the raging winds. He raised an eyebrow and spoke, "It seems the wind has really picked up. But then again, living on the coast, we should have expected this." To her surprise, he took her hand and placed it on his arm, casually drawing her closer to him. "Don't fret, Princess. Your ship will be secure here, and Casterly Rock is known for keeping harsh winds at bay in its halls."His words were reassuring, his tone laced with a regal assurance she found oddly comforting despite her sinister plans. Mariette nodded, settling a bit more comfortably under the firm weight of his arm. "As ever, your reassurance is most comforting," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.They arrived at the library, and Mariette was taken aback by the sheer enormity of it. A vast collection of tomes, maps, and scrolls lay within, each more beckoning than the last. The smell of aged parchment filled the air - a peculiar mix of dust and wisdom that sent shivers down her spine. Tywin led her through rows upon rows of bookshelves, towering like silent sentinels filled with secret tales and knowledge unknown.He didn't speak much as they explored the library. She could see him watching her from the corner of his eyes, observing her reactions as she picked up one book after another, feasting on their contents like a famished wanderer who'd finally found food. She played the part well - the curious maiden charmed by rich knowledge, marvelling at titles she'd never heard before.After a while, Tywin broke the silence with an unusual question. "Have you ever been intimate with any man before?" His voice was quiet yet deadly serious.Such an intimate question caught her off guard. She froze momentarily, staring wide-eyed at him before masterfully playing the part of the blushing maiden. She stuttered as she tried to form a response, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. "I... I... uh," she stammered, "No my Lord, never..."The sight seemed to amuse Tywin, as a rare laugh escaped his lips. "I see. And you are not scared? You don't fear the Lords, knights that surround you, or what could happen in the night?"Mariette feigned unease, looking down bashfully. But inwardly, she relished his implication. All the men of power she'd managed to ensnare in her trap with just a few smiles and flickers of her eyelashes. "I am...apprehensive," she admitted, adding a slight tremble to her voice for good measure. "But it is a woman's lot to be wary in such surroundings."Tywin gave her an appreciative nod; he was not immune to the charms of her vulnerability and naivety. "Indeed, it is a dangerous world for a young lady such as yourself." He paused, his gaze sharp as he studied her face. "You must always remember to be careful."His warning served only to fuel her satisfaction. She would play the innocent, the naive princess caught up in treacherous court intrigue so convincingly that even Tywin Lannister himself wouldn't suspect her real intentions.She nodded solemnly at him, playing the part of the frightened maiden to perfection. "Thank you for your advice, my Lord," she said softly, tucking a strand of her auburn hair behind her ear nervously.Tywin led her to the grand fireplace, claiming the high-backed chair for himself. Mariette took a more humble seat nearby, settling into its welcoming fabric and adjusting her dress with a delicate skittishness. The room was bathed in shadows, dancing away from the flickering tongues of flames that played intimate sonatas upon the hearth.She watched as Tywin poured himself a goblet of wine; his movements were calculated yet unconstrained. He offered her one as well – to refuse might render her impolite, thus she accepted. The sweet nectar was heavy on her tongue, carrying a wonderful warmth that spread through her veins.With every sip and every gaze Tywin directed her way, Mariette played the innocent maiden meticulously. She took in his grandeur, his aura of authority that seemed to set him apart from everyone else in the room. His silvery hair glowed under the firelight, enhancing his sombre expression into something almost ethereal."I must say," Tywin finally began, swirling the wine in his goblet before setting it aside to focus on their conversation wholly. "Your innocence is refreshing. It is not often I meet someone so... pure."Mariette blushed at his words but maintained eye contact - a feat that heightened his interest towards this seemingly naive maiden. Her heart thumped in her chest, not from nervousness but excitement, knowing she was successfully drawing in the mighty Tywin Lannister into her web of deception."Oh... are the maidens here in Westeros not of strong faith? Do they... stray?", she mumbled and made herself blush even more as if just talking about these things was bad. Internally, she was very close to grining, knowing exactly the depravities his children were up to and the rare times he had gotten someone to share his bed, it was always the same: a spectacle of innocence hiding debauchery underneath it. Well, she was doing the same thing, she mused, though any mortal that had the gall to call her a whore would surely die a most cruel death.Tywin's lips curled into a bemused smile at her question. "Not all," he said, his voice a low rumble that brushed against the quiet of the room, "But it seems...purity is a virtue that is often fleeting in King's Landing."His eyes met hers again, shining with a warmth that surprised Mariette. “It's not a question of faith, Princess; more of survival and ambition.” He leaned back in his chair, folding his hands over his abdomen as his gaze fell on the dancing flames of the hearth. “The maiden who knows how to wield her beauty and charm can become more powerful than any knight or king."The veiled compliment made Mariette’s heart skip a beat. Even as she blushed prettily and lowered her gaze to her untouched goblet, she felt a spark of triumph ignite within her. Lord Tywin had taken the bait just as she had hoped."P-powerful…" she echoed softly. She looked up at him through fluttering lashes. "I have no such ambitions, my Lord," she lied easily, adding an innocent giggle at the end for good measure.Lord Tywin chuckled again - a soft sound that betrayed his amusement. "Perhaps not yet," he said, taking another drink from his wine goblet and moved to sit beside her. He was close, but not close enough to touch. Allowing silence to fill the space between them, he appeared lost in thought, his gaze lingering on the leaping flames.She seized this opportunity and decided to play her girlish card. With an air of curiosity, she turned towards him, her heart-shaped face lit by the soft firelight, "My Lord," she began timidly. "What is it that you are thinking?"Tywin looked startled by her question but recovered quickly to give her a small smile. "I was thinking that it seems strange that someone as beautiful and innocent as you would be left alone in such treacherous realms."His words left a flutter of delight in Mariette's heart, but it was masked by a well-practiced look of confusion on her charming face. "I... I don't understand, my Lord," she managed to voice out, her eyes wide with innocence.Tywin chuckled softly, turning his sharp gaze back to the young maiden. "Never mind," he waved away the topic nonchalantly, hiding any hint of suspicion behind a serene smile. "It was nothing but the meandering thoughts of an old man."Then he rose from his seat and extended a hand towards her. "Come, I'll escort you to your chamber. It's far past the hour when a maiden should be resting."Mariette feigned timidity but placed her slender hand in his with a demure smile. As they walked side by side through the grand halls of the castle, she couldn’t help but relish in her minor victory.She'd played her part well; so well that even Tywin Lannister himself was fooled. Despite his cunning and skeptical nature, he'd fallen perfectly into her trap. She knew her journey was only beginning. The first step of her plan had been successful; now lay ahead the real challenge - getting him into her bed.Silently vowing to herself, Mariette promised to continue her performance until she'd attained the power she desired. She would play the innocent maiden for as long as it took… even if it meant staying longer in Casterly Rock than she'd anticipated. But in the end, she knew that it wouldn't take much longer for him to step over his own mental line of propriety. It already helped that he usually envisaged her as the woman of his dreams, even before she had come to visit him in her mortal form.As they finally reached her chamber door, Tywin released her hand and gave a small bow. "Sleep well, princess," he said softly."I will, my Lord," Mariette mumbled and curtsied to him, making herself look anxious. "I will try my best. I cannot rest well with such storms, but I shall be ready for tomorrow. I do not want to overstay my welcome... You've been such a gracious host, I shall continue on to Highgarden...", she whispered and chewed her bottom lip, looking up at him with big doe eyes.Tywin stared at her for a long moment, his eyes tracing her rosy lips and the worry etched into her delicate features. "The roads are treacherous," he began slowly, his voice low. "Especially during this season. I cannot in good conscience let you leave without ensuring your safety."Mariette felt a rush of satisfaction, the beginnings of victory sweet on her tongue. "But I wouldn't want to impose --""You wouldn't be," interjected Tywin, a hint of firmness in his tone that left no room for argument. He caught her gaze again, studying her features as if trying to decipher an unsolvable riddle. "You are welcome here, princess. You may stay as long as you deem necessary."His words hung heavily in the air, casting shadows of uncertainties and budding desires. This was another small victory for Mariette; she had hoped he'd want her to stay longer, but this confirmed it. He wanted her near him, in the lion's den, supposedly vulnerable yet oblivious to the danger lurking within."Then... then I shall stay... until the storms pass," Mariette finally agreed, her eyes glimmering with unshed gratitude.“Good," Tywin uttered simply with a curt nod and familiar stoic expression reclaiming his face. He took a step back from her door and offered another respectful bow before turning on his heel to retire for the night.Left alone, Mariette leaned against the solid wooden door of her room and breathed a sigh of both relief and excitement. She had successfully convinced the most cunning man in all of Westeros to beg her to stay with him. With a small smirk, she gestured to her ghostly attendants and let her hair fall loose around her shoulders once more. Her gown vanished into thin air as she settled onto the plush bed, gazing out at the bay in front of Lannisport where debris and dirt were swirling into the sky on the winds of her powerful storm.
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As she lounged in her luxurious chamber, the concept of sleep seemed absurd to her divine existence. She had spent the night exploring Casterly Rock and Lannisport, observing mere mortals with their mundane struggles. Some were exhausted mothers, dealing with screaming babes. Others were drunken laborers seeking solace in brothels. With a mischievous glint in her eye and a smirk on her lips, she bestowed small doses of luck upon those who prayed to her. But being a goddess of balance, she also caused chaos and destruction, cackling at the panicked reactions of the townspeople. As her loyal servant massaged her shoulders, she gazed out the window at the beautiful day that had replaced the previous night's storm. It was the perfect weather for finishing her mission: seducing Tywin Lannister and making her way down to Highgarden. All in a day's work for a cunning goddess like herself.With a snap of her delicate fingers, she ordered her devotee who had been massaging her pale skin with fragrant oils to stop her work. The poor girl had been a mortal, not blessed with the powers of the gods, but she displayed a level of devotion and loyalty that had won the goddess over. She was dutiful, quiet, and had an eye for the fashion preferences of mortal men – a trait that the goddess found amusing and helpful in such situations."Aelith," she called out, watching as the young girl's ghostly form hushed around her before falling onto her knees in front of her mistress. Her eyes were wide with awe and respect – a sight that brought a satisfied smile to the goddess's lips. "What do you think will capture Lord Lannister's attention today, befoire I leave? Red gowns draped in gold lace or emerald silks that contrast wonderfully with my celestial eyes?"Aelith paused at that question; her lips hesitated before they formed an answer. "I believe… I believe Lord Tywin has always had an appreciation for opulence yet subtlety, my lady," she said after considering it for a moment. "Gold lace shines too bright in daylight; perhaps the emerald silk will serve better. But... seeing as you've made the weather quite a bit warmer than yesterday... It could start being approriate to lover your neckline without the Lord disapproving?" She said with a small smile and blushed. "And... maybe you could let your hair be free... I presume you still want him to...?"Nodding, Mariette watched as a simple, yet exquisite gown materialized around herself, quite a touch more open than what she had worn yesterday. "Oh yes, Aelith, I still want him to fuck me. I shall never force him, but I do want to leave today for Highgarden and I will absolutely not summon a storm again."Aelith's blush deepened, her pale skin turned a soft shade of pink as her maiden heart fluttered at the goddess's candidness. "Very well, my lady," she stammered, attempting to regain her previous composure. She curtsied and quickly began to prepare the room for Mariette's departure, arranging a set of fine hair pins shaped like delicate flowers on the dressing table.Mariette examined herself in the looking glass, satisfied with what she saw. The emerald silk indeed highlighted her celestial eyes, transforming them into twin pools of mesmerizing grey goodness. Her luxuriously red hair tumbled down freely, cascading past her shoulders and enhancing her divine beauty. "Aelith," Mariette said with a smirk playing on her lips as she turned to face her devoted servant. "Do remind me to reward you for your invaluable service."Aelith smiled shyly at the praise and bowed deeply. "Your pleasure is my reward, my lady," she murmured as she finished preparing and stepped aside so that Mariette could make her grand exit.With a final glance at her reflection, Mariette strutted out of the chamber, leaving Aelith behind to tend to her deserted dominion. As she snaked through the corridors of Casterly Rock with a grace that was both lethal and alluring, whispers followed in her wake. She could sense curiosity, awe, lust, envy - a delightful cocktail of human emotions that was music to her ears.Her destination beckoned from deep within the castle, the lush gardens where Lord Tywin awaited her. Mariette took a moment to appreciate the beauty of Casterly Rock's fortifications, manicured lawns studded with flowers of all hues, and the vast sea stretching beyond the castle walls. She had seen many a realm in her divine existence, but there was a rare charm in this one that never failed to captivate her.At last, she saw him. Tywin Lannister, in all his imposing glory, dressed in a rich crimson doublet adorned with golden thread, standing tall amidst the greenery. There was an air of regality about him that matched her own divine presence."Lord Lannister," she greeted him as she approached, her voice soft yet firm. A small knowing smile tugged at her lips as she extended her hand towards him; not for a handshake but rather an invitation for him to lead their stroll through the gardens.Tywin met her gaze with an unreadable expression. He was by no means an easily swayed man, but even he could acknowledge the beauty that stood before him - she had done great work in getting him to open himself up to her yesterday. Without uttering a word, he took her hand and led her deeper into the gardens.They walked in companionable silence for a while, both seemingly content to enjoy the serenity around them. Tywin occasionally glanced at Mariette from the corner of his eye as if trying to decipher some unfathomable mystery she held.Mariette found his covert glances amusing, yet she knew that she had to keep up the facade of being a Princess from a far away Land, shy, submissive and delicate, just the way she had been yesterday. With that, she made herself blush and looked demurely down onto the ground. "Good morning, my Lord. Have you slept well?", she asked sweetly and tucked a lock of her free-flowing hair behind her pale ear.Tywin, clearing his throat slightly, responded, "Indeed, I slept well. And you, my lady?" His tone was stiff and formal, a stark contrast to Mariette's fluidity."I did not sleep well, my Lord," Mariette replied, the picture of innocence as she looked up to him with doe eyes, "I tossed and turned... But I did find relief as I thought back to our time yesterday. You are such a good host, my Lord."Tywin paused in his tracks, turning to look at her with a peculiar expression of concern twisted with an undeniable intrigue. "You should have woken me, my lady," he said, the authority in his tone softened by the glimmer of genuine concern in his eyes. "I would've ensured that you weren't alone with your fears during the night."Mariette blinked at him, taken aback by his sincere claim. She could see that he meant every word and it stirred something within her. His concern was real and for a moment, she allowed herself to relish in the warmth it offered."Well, I... I didn't think it proper, my Lord," Mariette confessed, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked away, trying to mask the blush that had risen to her cheeks from his unexpected compassion.Tywin chuckled at her response, a sound so rare it was as precious as gold itself. It echoed through the empty gardens and filled Mariette's heart with an inexplicable glee. "What use are customs and propriety if they leave a fine lady like you alone during a distressing night?" he questioned, stepping closer to her as he studied her face with fresh interest.A silence hung heavy between them then - a silence not of awkwardness but filled with unspoken words and shared understanding. Tywin placed a gentle hand on Mariette's arm, managing to appear both respectful and reassuring in one effortless gesture. He turned to face Mariette fully, his stern gaze intense and filled with something akin to understanding. "Princess," he began earnestly, "I understand that you miss your home. But know this: Casterly Rock can be your home too if you wish for it to be so.”His words held a certain weight that took her by surprise. She hesitated before responding softly, “If you say so, my Lord...”“Please,” Tywin’s voice interrupted her thoughts smoothly. “Consider it.”"I... I will consider it, my Lord," Mariette replied after a moment, making her breath hitch artificially. At first she wanted to refuse him outright, yet knew that accepting his proposal - at least partially - was one of the only ways for him to lie with her. He was an honourable man - at least when it came to the aspect of women and courtship - so she knew that it would've been nigh impossible for him to claim her on that day.Yet, she knew she had to continue her divine voyage. Westeros was filled with unfamiliar wonders that she dreamt of experiencing. She yearned to walk among the frozen beauty of Winterfell or bask in the sunny richness of Dorne. To feel the rush of wind as she stood atop Dragonstone's cliffs or taste the exotic fruits of Highgarden's orchards. She knew she had to spread joy and strife - she had to shake this realm up, not just lie around Casterly Rock and be fucked by the Old Lion.Mariette reached up slowly, placing her delicate hand atop Tywin's where it rested on her arm. She let her gaze travel from their intertwined fingers to his earnest face. "I will consider your proposal, my Lord, but I have one condition..." she began in a soft voice. Tywin's brows furrowed slightly as he waited for her condition to come forth."I wish to travel through all the lands before I settle," she continued, slathering her voice with anxiety, making her palms slightly sweaty. She was playing this part perfectly. "If you would grant me this one request, and you wait patiently until I have seen every corner... then I promise to give your generous proposal a serious thought.”Tywin regarded her carefully for a moment before his stern expression softened into something close to admiration. "Yes, you are indeed a Princess of wanderlust," he responded, his words heavy yet not unkind. "Very well, I shall grant your request. However, remember our agreement. You must return here once you have seen all there is to see, and give my proposition the consideration it deserves."With a nod of finality, Tywin released her arm and took a step back. The formal distance was reinstated between them, and though Mariette could sense relief flowing from him, she could also detect a certain tension that had not been present before."Thank you, my Lord," Mariette murmured, curtsying gracefully as she slipped her hand away from his. "I appreciate your understanding." Her heart pounded with excitement as she envisioned the adventures waiting for her in this realm.Tywin remained silent for a moment longer, his gaze surveying the horizon beyond the castle walls before finally settling on Mariette again. He seemed to be debating whether to speak or not. Finally, he decided to break the silence."Princess," he began slowly, "there is one thing I ask of you." He paused, looking her directly in the eyes this time. His gaze was as hard as stone but held an underlying tenderness she hadn't noticed before."I ask that you take care." he continued solemnly. "This realm is filled with beauty but it also harbors dangers - many of which lurk under golden facades. You may encounter men who seem generous and kind but have intentions darker than the deepest pits of the Seven Hells."Mariette blinked at him in surprise. His words were unexpected and she couldn't help but give him a small smile. "My servants are the West's best soldiers, my Lord. I am never alone." She internally called upon one of her sailors and guided Lord Tywin around a bush to where the undead devotee stood.Tywin raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly. "I see, Princess. Your men are good; I had no idea he was here. If I were a man with a mind for the supernatural, I could've thought that man appeared out of thin air. Ha! Imagine that," he mumbled and continued walking through the gardens with her, tucking his arms behind his back. "But I will hunt down any man that will do as much as to look into your direction, Princess. You are mine now."One could have mistaken Tywin's tone for possessiveness, but Mariette saw it for what it was - a promise, a kind of oath from a man of honor, a protector as much as he was a man vested in his own ambitions. His words danced in her mind, and she found herself intrigued by this complicated man. But she had a plan - to have fun in westeros - and no one could stop her. She'd need to kill anyone and anything that wanted to spread news of her dalliances back to him."Yes, my Lord, I understand," Mariette nodded slowly, her voice melodic and soft. She turned to gaze at the castle towering above them, its turreted silhouette reaching for the soft hues of the bright midday sky. It was an ominous sight yet held a strange allure that gripped her very soul.The sun rose swiftly now, and the castle grounds were bathed in the delicate rays of sun. The courtyard began to hum with life as servants scurried about with their daily duties. The royal gardens around them filled with whispers of the wind rustling through leaves and hints of exotic floral scents wafted through the air.As they ventured further into the garden, Mariette noticed how every tree, every flower seemed to hold its own tale here. From the grand willows with their draping branches to the delicate cherry blossoms blushing - everything radiated an enchanting charm that begged exploration. She felt sad for all the mortals that did not feel this call of nature and gently picked a flower up from where it had been blown down by yesterday's storm."My Lord," she began after a long moment ensconced in silence. Her voice was gentle yet firm as she turned to Tywin with her steely eyes twinkling in the bright sun, almost shivering as the sun beckoned her to remove her clothes and to dance around in the warms rays of light. "I appreciate your concern for my safety and thank you for your promise to protect me." She folded her hands in front of her and bowed lightly. "But remember that I am not yet entirely yours."Tywin regarded her with a thoughtful gaze, the shadow of a smile curving his stern lips. "Yes, Princess, I am well aware." He responded in an even tone, though there was an undercurrent of anticipation within it.The two continued their walk in silence, the sounds of the garden filling the void between their words. Tywin was lost in thought, contemplating Mariette's condition and what it meant for his future aspirations. Meanwhile, Mariette found herself lost in the beauty around her – the blooming roses that filled the air with their sweet scent, the vibrant sunflowers standing tall and proud.She took one last glance at Tywin before stepping away from him. The sun cast a golden hue on his austere features, highlighting the years and wisdom etched into his face. While he was nothing like the men she would usually share her time with, there was something compelling about him – a sense of power, of purpose that echoed within every word he uttered or action he took.Torn from her reverie, Mariette was led to the castle doors by Tywin. The great wooden portals groaned open, pushed aside by the burly guards armored in hues of gold and crimson, their faces as hard as the stone walls they stood against. The grand hall greeted her with a tableau of vivid paintings and priceless artifacts amassed over generations. The cavernous expanse of the vaulted ceilings, tastefully adorned with hand-painted frescos and the haunting echoes of history resounded in every corner. It was a blending of opulence and antiquity that took Mariette's breath away.Tywin escorted her through winding corridors lined with flickering torches casting dancing shadows on the cold stone walls. Their steady footfalls echoed in the quiet hallways, only interrupted by an occasional whispering draught that made the flames of the torches hiss and sputter. Her heart pounded as they ascended stairs leading to Tywin's private chambers, each step taking her deeper into an uncertain future.Once inside his quarters, Tywin led her to a desk crafted from ancient oak so old it seemed a part of the room itself; upon it rested a parchment neatly coiled like a sleeping serpent waiting for its moment to strike. An inkwell with a solitary feather quill sat next to it – old companions to many important decrees and contracts. He motioned for Mariette to sit on a chair plush with velvet cushions before settling himself opposite her.“Princess,” he began, his voice smooth and deliberate, “You must understand that this contract is as binding as my word.” His gaze never left hers as he unfurled the parchment for her inspection, revealing columns of carefully scripted text interspersed with ornate capital letters and the wax seals of the powerful houses it represented.Mariette looked at Tywin, her eyes reflecting a blend of awe and trepidation. The magnitude of what was happening began to grip her, but she held herself gracefully. With a nod, she extended her hand, signaling him to pass the quill. As the feather danced across the parchment, signing away her supposed neutrality as a Princess and binding her future to that of Tywin's, Mariette found an odd sense of peace within herself.With the contract signed and the anticipation-filled silence now carrying an air of resolution, Mariette finally looked up at Tywin, a gentle blush staining her cheeks. The sunlight still glinted off his hair and caught in his eyes, making them sparkle with an intensity she had never seen before. It was then that she mimicked finding the courage to voice her curiosity."Lord Tywin," she began timidly. Her voice wavered slightly but there was a captivating earnestness in it. "I am told that it is not the contract but the wedding night that truly binds a marriage." She spoke with the innocent curiosity befitting a sheltered maiden princess about to step into an entirely new world, shyly fiddling with the hem of her dress. Oh, how close she was to her goal...The smile that curved Tywin’s lips this time reached his eyes, lighting them up with a warmth that softened his stern countenance. "Ah, Princess," he said gently, leaning back in his chair while maintaining eye contact with her. "Indeed, you are correct. The wedding night is...important." He paused tactfully, choosing his words carefully. She felt the way his lust rolled out of him in waves and at the way he tried restraining himself... It made her giggle internally. Oh, how she loved toying with mortal men and always being a step ahead of them.Mariette's innocent gaze faltered, replaced by a mischievous glint. Her smile bloomed, a rosebud opening to the morning sun. "Please, do tell, Lord Tywin," she cooed, her voice a whispering symphony of curiosity and desire, "what exactly transpires on the wedding night?"Tywin, the seasoned warrior and jagged rock against which many an enemy had broken, found himself disarmed by the innocent yet penetrating question. He cleared his throat, his eyes never leaving Mariette's piercing gaze. For a moment, he appeared no different from a young squire faced with his first joust."Well, Princess," he began, his words navigating the ebb and flow of the uncharted waters. The shadows danced around them as he proceeded to paint pictures in veiled metaphors - of the endearing intimacy and unspoken bond that marked such occasions. It was an intricate dance of two souls intertwining under the watchful moonlight; a testament of trust and vulnerability that would fasten their lives together.In response to Tywin's deliberate explanation, Mariette leaned forward ever so slightly, her delicate hand brushing against his thigh. "Such poetry, my lord," she murmured softly. Her eyes held a playful spark dancing within them like kindling on a bonfire waiting to explode into flame.As she drew back her hand, she noticed a change in Tywin's demeanor. His façade of controlled restraint wavered at her touch- his gaze darkened with feral desire beneath barely controlled decorum.As Tywin spoke of the poetry of their future union, Mariette felt her heart race with excitement. She could almost taste the power she wielded over him with her innocent question, like a spider playing with its prey. Her lips curved into a gentle smile that belied her inner glee as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his skin. The candlelight flickered softly across her features, highlighting her high cheekbones and delicate jawline as she listened intently to his words. The rustle of silk filled the air as she shifted in her seat ever so slightly, drawing his attention to the thin strap of her dress sliding down her shoulder.The room seemed to grow smaller with every word he spoke, and Mariette could feel the temperature rising with each one. She knew what he wanted—she could see it in his eyes, hear it in his labored breathing—but she also knew how much he needed to believe that she was truly unaware of what lay ahead for them.Suddenly, she leaned back in her chair and blushed prettily, pretending to be overwhelmed by modesty. "Oh my," she breathed out, looking away shyly as if blushing at what they were discussing though she knew full well it wasn't anything shocking for someone that has enjoyed all forms of carnal pleasured for millenia.Tywin watched her, realizing he had underestimated the enchantress before him. He felt a sudden surge of desire course through his veins as she played her game with such precision. He took a shaky breath, trying to regain control over himself. "Mariette," he began again, his voice lowered to a husky murmur. "You must understand that this is serious."She raised an eyebrow at him coyly, not breaking eye contact. "Of course, my lord," she whispered softly, taking another sip of wine from her goblet and smirking inwardly.In the silence that followed, Mariette picked up the parchment from the table and ran her fingers over Tywin's handsome script once more before setting it down gently next to the inkwell. Her gaze remained steady on him, daring him to continue their dance of seduction while her heart raced with anticipation for what was yet to come. The air was thick with desire and secrets as they sat facing each other – two warriors ready to battle for dominance in a game only they knew how to play."My Lord... I have signed..." She mumbled, trying so hard not to let her glee show on her face. "If you do not wish to.... Then I shall take my leave and continue my travels now and shall only be back in a year or so..."Tywin's gaze darted over her body, taking in every inch of her, from the way her soft curls framed her face to the gentle sway of her breasts under the thin silk dress. He licked his lips unconsciously, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight before him. She was an exquisite enchantress, both powerful and alluring, playing him like a well-strung lute. His mind whirled with thoughts of what he wanted to do to her, how he would make her moan his name and beg for more."No," he finally whispered, the word catching in his throat. "I do not want you to leave." He reached out and took her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "In fact," he continued, leaning closer so that their breaths mingled and their skin touched, sending sparks dancing across his nerves. "I have wanted you since you stepped foot into my castle."His voice dropped even lower as he spoke, a rough rasp that signified his growing desire for her. Mariette felt the warmth of his breath against her neck as she turned slightly towards him, their bodies brushing against each other in a teasing dance of anticipation. The room seemed to shrink even further as they stood in front of the table, the rest of the world melting away under the heat of their shared lust. Tywin pulled her closer still until she could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against her supple buttocks."Bend over, Princess, show me how good of a girl you can be," he mumbled into her ear and gently pressed her down onto the cool table, to which she blushed in earnest and felt herself growing excited as she felt the way his rough, strong hands quickly gathered up her skirts up and laid them on the small of her back, exposing her completely to him, before turning her around and lifting her quickly onto the table itself.She had known that he lusted over young women, yet the way he treated her was like a thirsty man in a desert; it felt like he had been waiting half of his life for this."You are so beautiful," he breathed out, tracing his rough fingertips over the soft skin of her inner thighs before dipping lower to caress her smooth, bare behind. Mariette arched her back and gasped at the sensation - a mix of pain and pleasure that sent shivers down her spine. With gentle force, Tywin lifted her leg up, placing it over his shoulder, exposing her tight entrance to him. She felt every inch of his touch like lightning coursing through her veins.The smell of lavender mixed with desire as he buried his face between her spread thighs, breathing in deeply the musky scent that emanated from her arousal. His tongue darted out, tracing circles around her entrance, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She closed her eyes tightly and bit her bottom lip, fighting against a moan that threatened to escape as he began his ministrations.Tywin's tongue lapped at her delicate folds, tasting her carefully, enjoying the sweet nectar that flowed from her. He groaned softly as he took in the taste of her womanhood, his cock throbbing painfully within his pants. "My perfect, sweet girl," he moaned against her cunny, his beard tickling her sensitive skin as he drove her wild with pleasure. Her hips bucked and writhed under his tongue, begging for more as he started to part her lips with his fingers, teasing her entrance while simultaneously licking and sucking on her clit.Marriette's body arched off the table, a low moan escaping from her throat as she felt him probing deeper. She was wet, so fucking wet for him already, and she hadn't even taken him inside yet. Her rosy folds were damp with anticipation and need for his hard cock. She gasped when she felt him push one long finger into her tight heat, filling her up slowly and exquisitely. His other hand held her hip steady as he began to thrust his finger in and out of her, matching the rhythm of his tongue on her clit."Oh my gods," she breathed out, eyes rolling back into her head as she felt herself getting closer and closer to climaxing. She couldn't believe how good this felt; how wanted she was by someone who had such power over her life. The feel of his rough hands running over her smooth skin added to the intensity of the pleasure building inside of her until she cried out his name, her entire body shuddering under his ministrations. Tywin's fingers picked up speed, driving deep into her wet heat while his tongue flicked harder at her clit, drawing out every last moan from deep within her. She came apart under his touch, shaking and trembling with pure ecstasy.As she regained her senses again, she felt him pull away slowly and press the head of his cock against her entrance. He was looking down at her with the look of a lion that was about to devour its prey. "I will be the only man to feel you, I want you to scream my name, I want you to see you round with child...", he mumbled deliriously as he tore her dress apart, grabbing her supple, pale breast in his and and groaned as she looked up at him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks."Yes, my Lord! Please! Make me yours, I am yours, forever...", she mumbled, telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. Mariette gasped as he filled her slowly, inch by delicious inch, filling the empty space he had created. It was a blend of pain and pleasure that made her feel more alive than she ever had before. He slowly began to thrust into her tight channel, filling her completely. His hips slamming against hers as he buried himself to the hilt within her velvety folds.She closed her eyes again, feeling him move inside of her; the friction sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body despite the pain. Every groan from his mouth sent chills down her spine while every thrust made their hips slap together in perfect harmony. Mariette wrapped her legs around him tighter, pulling him closer as he started to move faster - harder - deeper - driving them both towards release once more. The smell of sweat mixed with wine and lust filled the air around them as he fucked her on his table.As they found their climax together, Mariette cried out Tywin's name, the feel of him sliding out and then back in driving her over the edge. She dug her nails into his shoulders as he slammed into her one last time, spilling his seed deep inside of her womb.The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing for some time after as they slowly came down from their shared high. Tywin pulled out of her and sat down next to the table holding her close to him. "I'm sorry, sweet girl," he whispered against her temple as he ran his fingers through her damp copper hair. "I should've been gentler with you, but you really gave me no other choice," he said roughly, his voice still thick with desire.The taste of victory—of power—was thick in the air as Mariette looked up at her conquest sprawled out next to her, his chest heaving heavily. "Oh, 'tis alright," she mumbled and gave him a sly smile as she got up and manifested her dress back onto herself.Tywin watched, dumbstruck by the sudden transformation of his lover. She held herself with a confidence that was borderline frightening. Her copper hair flowed down her shoulders, kissing the curve of her breasts peeking from the confines of her newly dressed gown. “What…” he began but trailed off, unable to comprehend what he was seeing.Mariette merely glanced at him and smirked, an action so devilishly enchanting that Tywin found himself rooted to the spot as if by some mysterious force. He tried to rise but found that he could not, his muscles refusing to cooperate with his mind’s commands. All he could do was sit there, all bare and vulnerable, as Mariette moved around the room.She gracefully walked towards the old mahogany cupboard that housed their marriage contract, her hips swaying hypnotically as she moved. Tywin’s eyes were inexplicably drawn to her ecstatic movement, watching as she opened the worn-out drawstrings of the bag and took out the parchment.He could only watch in morbid fascination as Mariette murmured something under her breath, a series of words he couldn’t understand, and then waved her hand over the parchment. With a flash of bright light and a gust of wind that sent papers flying everywhere in the room, the contract vanished – disappeared into thin air along with all evidence of their union.“Is this… Are you…?” Tywin stammered words failing him as he struggled to make sense of everything. Mariette merely turned around and shot him a look of amusement mixed with pity.“Oh Tywin,” she said in a tone that was sweeter than honey yet colder than ice. "Did you really think that a rich Princess from the West would just give herself to you so quickly?""No, of course not," Tywin stuttered, his mind racing as he tried to comprehend the enormity of what was happening. His cheeks flushed a deep red, both from embarrassment and anger. How could he have been so blind? How could he have let himself fall into such a trap?Mariette laughed then, a sound so full of joy and triumph that it shot straight through Tywin's heart like an arrow. "Oh darling," she purred, sauntering over to where he was still frozen in shock. She extended her hand to him, offering him a lifeline even as she reveled in her deception."You see Tywin," she began, her voice smooth as silk and twice as deadly. "I am not who you think I am." Her fingers brushed against his bare chest, tracing invisible patterns on his skin. He shivered at her touch, and she withdrew her hand almost instantly."I am not just some rich princess." Mariette declared, holding her head high. Her eyes seemed to glow with an otherworldly light as she spoke her truth for the first time. "I am a goddess."She paused then, letting the weight of her words sink in. Tywin opened his mouth to protest but no sound came out. He was too stunned by Mariette's revelation to find his voice. He had spent his entire life denying the existence of deities, and yet here was one standing right in front of him."You see," Mariette continued softly, "I am not bound by the trivial rules and customs of your mortal world. I do what I please, when I please and most importantly, with whom I please.""But why me?" Tywin managed to croak out, his voice barely a whisper in the heavy silence that had swallowed up the room. His heart pounded in his chest, throbbing with betrayal and disbelief. He looked into her eyes, searching for any sign that she was lying, but all he found was a cold, unyielding truth."Oh Tywin," Mariette cooed soothingly, her fingers tracing along his jawline lightly. "I saw potential in you, an ambitious spirit that begged to be tamed. You stirred something unfamiliar within me - instinct or perhaps curiosity.""But you lied to me," Tywin spat out, bitter resentment creeping into his tone. He pulled away from her touch, feeling a strange mix of anger and hurt."Oh sweet Tywin," Mariette replied with a shrug of her shoulders, seemingly unaffected by his anger. "I merely presented myself the way I had to in order for you to give me what I desired.""And what is it that you desired?" His voice was charged with accusation and pain but beneath it all was a desperate need to understand.She smiled at him then, a mirthless grin that didn't quite reach her eyes. "A cock, and subsequently a child, my dear Tywin. A child born of divine power and mortal ambition." She placed a hand on her now flat stomach and smirked at him knowingly."You want a child...with me?" The revelation hit him like a bolt of lightning, momentarily leaving him breathless."Absolutely," she said with conviction. "Our child will be a demigod – powerful, unique and most importantly mine," Mariette finished with an icy smile. "Though I do not plan on you being the only man that will share my bed in this realm. My womb will decide whose seed is the strongest." She inspected her nails with curiousity and snapped her fingers once more, so that Tywin was fully dressed again."Alright, my dearest, I had a wonderful time here. As a thanks for your... hospitality, you will be richly rewarded. I know that the mines under this castle have run dry. But if you send one of your men to check again, you will find a new, never ending vein of gold. And if my womb chooses your seed... oh, you will have the most prodigious successor you could ever wish for," she said nonchalantly and let him move once more. Her eyes took on a deeper, more dangerous shade of grey as she laid a gentle hand on his shoulder, filling his mind with images of horror beyond his imagination. "Don't think about ruining my nice little trip. I might need you to open doors for me that might otherwise stay closed.""And if I refuse?" Tywin asked, a note of defiance seeping into his tone. His heart pounded in his chest like a war drum, heralding the battle he knew was about to come. He squared his shoulders, standing tall despite the fear gnawing at his gut.Mariette laughed, a melodious sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Refuse? Oh sweet Tywin," Mariette's voice was honeyed, dangerously so. "Your refusal isn't an option."She took a step back from him, her eyes holding a wicked glint. "Your fate was sealed the moment our paths crossed. Whether you like it or not, you are bound to me now." Her gaze was unflinching as she continued, "You have two choices Tywin. One, you cooperate willingly and enjoy the benefits that come with it - wealth beyond your wildest dreams and a powerful offspring."Placing a hand on her own cheek in mock thoughtfulness she tilted her head slightly, "Or two, you resist and I ensure your life becomes a living nightmare." Her voice became icy cold as she finished her threat.Tywin swallowed hard, feeling as though a noose was tightening around his neck. He was trapped. There was no easy way out of this situation and he knew it. The anger bubbled within him, but so did fear. Fear of the unknown. Fear of what Mariette could and would do to him.He clenched his fists by his sides till his knuckles turned white. He might be trapped but he wouldn't go down without a fight."I'll cooperate," Tywin said finally, though his voice was strained. His eyes glared at Mariette with a cold, unyielding fury. "But know this, Mariette. If you cross me, if you harm me or mine in any way, I will make it my life's mission to destroy you."Mariette chuckled softly under her breath. "Oh Tywin," she drawled, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Your threats are as endearing as they are futile. But it's always nice to see a mortal with such spirit."She sauntered towards the door but paused just before she opened it. She looked over her shoulder at Tywin and said, almost flippantly, "Do be a good boy and get your men to start digging, won't you?"And with that, she was gone, not even needing to walk through the door - her form became more and more translucent until she had vanished completely, leaving the room smeeling like desire and power. Tywin stood there for what felt like an eternity, his mind struggling to wrap around everything that had just happened.As much as he hated to admit it, he was in too deep now. He'd allowed himself to walk right into a trap and now he had to face the consequences. His future was no longer his own but Mariette's plaything. His heart filled with resentment as he thought of the deity who had so callously toyed with him. But deep down he knew that Mariette wasn't entirely wrong. There was a part of him that was intrigued by her offer, that couldn’t ignore the allure of power.Slowly, he walked over to his desk and collapsed into his chair. He sat there in silence for a long while before pulling out a stack of papers and decided to do as he was told - he announced her arrival to the great Houses with gritted teeth, knowing that she would make her way through the Seven Kingdoms, getting filled by every man she took a fancy to.