She is just standing there staring at us, Silent Sisters take vows of silence, hence their name. "Excuse me Sister, do you know where the exit is, we got lost after praying in the hall." I say innocently, Tyrion gets the memo as he starts nodding and tries his attempt at puppy eyes. The Sister's eyes narrow for a moment, scrutinising us before she points to a door at the end of the corridor. Of course we weren't expecting her to break her vows just to tell us but pointing works well enough.
From those directions it wasn't hard to leave the Motherhouse, we came out of a side door that lead to one of the three main roads of Lannisport. The Ocean, Gold and River road congregate at Lannisport and meet at the centre, this naturally brings in a lot of trade from merchant caravans and makes travelling a lot simpler. Walking down one of the roads with Tyrion, I head to my destination. I don't really have to worry too much about security, the City Watch of Lannisport is much more numerous, better trained and less corrupt as a whole, with groups patrolling every road and alley.
"We're here." I say as I turn around and face Tyrion, seeing him looking at the building in front of us. Quite a grand building that lays just off the main road, large and tall with high-quality windows. the sounds and the strong smell of perfume wafting from it denotes what it is.
"A brothel?" Tyrion says with furrowed brows, he turns his head towards me, "You've taken me to a brothel?"
I sigh and rub my hands over my face, "Yeah, I know its stupid. I thought that maybe I could take you here to get your mind off of those women but I've been thinking that maybe it wasn't a good idea since we left the Rock." It was more of a spur in the moment decision.
Seeing Tyrion look down at his hands I sigh again and kneel down in front of him, "I'm sorry, I was meant to take you here to have fun but I've only been thinking of myself."
Tyrion looks up at that and purses his lips whilst smiling, "Its okay, I appreciate the effort, maybe some other time." I smile at him and gesture my head to the left, "While we're here, why don't we visit the market? Last time I was there a YiTish man was selling objects from Asshai and my pockets are really heavy from all that money House Martell brought us." I quirk my eyebrow at Tyrion as he laughs and starts walking in the direction of the market.
I go to follow him but the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and a chill runs own my back. I turn around and look at the building, trying to see who is staring at me. My green eyes connect with a pair of violet eyes in one of the windows, a split second later they disappear. I keep staring at that window in scrutiny until a Tyrion cries out a 'Hurry Up!' behind me, making me turn around and head towards the market with him whilst I keep thinking of those violet eyes within my head.
Unbeknownst to me, those very same violet eyes went back to the window, staring out at my retreating figure whilst they fiddled with a leather collar around their neck.
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"And that makes 7 wins to me, 0 to you." I say to Tyrion as I corner his king with my dragon and spearmen pieces. Cyvasse had become a good way of passing the time these last few weeks, of course I played father every so often but it gets a bit bland playing against the same person over and over again.
"I don't understand how you're so good."
Tyrion moaned, dramatically collapsing back into his chair. In all fairness, Tyrion was playing well despite only learning how to play around a fortnight ago, problem was that he was too predictable.
"How many times have I told you Tyrion?, It doesn't matter if you've read books on certain moves or tactics in Cyvasse, It's whether or not you can apply them in practical and unexpected ways. If I've read the same book you have then it would be obvious to me what you are trying to do when you set up your pieces, no matter what way you are fighting it is all about making sure that you only let your opponent see what you wish them to see." I tell him, similar to what father had once explained to me when I started playing.
"Anyway, don't get so wound up about it, remember I've been playing for years now."
"Ugh don't remind me. Say, have you ever beaten father at Cyvasse?" Tyrion asked me, genuinely curious as to the answer.
"Not officially, I once had his king trapped between a spearmen and light horse but for some reason the person who invented the game made dragons capable of moving a ridiculous amount of squares at a time.
I'm pretty sure if it was a real-life situation the conclusion would have ended quite differently." I explain to Tyrion, even father had acknowledged that the rules were slightly far-fetched. Tyrion just gave a short hum and started packing away the new cyvasse set I had brought him from the market, made of ivory and dragonglass from Volantis.
"Where are you going?" I ask, "We can still play another game.". Tyrion just shakes his head as he finishes packing away the cyvasse set, "I've got a lesson with the Maester, he wont be happy if I'm late again. Anyway, did you hear the news" He asked.
"What news?" I reply, tilting me head to the side.
"Apparently Jaime is coming back from King's Landing." Tyrion said excitedly, "Rumour around the Rock is that the King wants father to lend him some money and thought that sending Jaime instead of the Master of Coin would be better."
"Really?, Why haven't I heard of this." I ask confused, wondering how I missed this piece of information if there is already rumours flying around the Rock.
"Where are you going?" Tyrion asks me after seeing me stand up as well and following him out of the room. "To Lannisport".
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