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"WHAT?" The pudgie merchant says incredulously on rubbing his ears to make sure he had it misheard what the young lad in front of him had just uttered.
The young man in front of him was most definitely nobility, the commoner merchant reasoned, quickly. And that was only more reason to be even more suspicious of the tall and annoyingly good-looking young man in front of him, who's clothes probably cost more than the entire village's salary put together for three moons.
The young man really smiles patiently, his perfect white smile making the merchant seemingly dissatisfied as he then hiked up his trousers and puffed out his chest in a futile attempt to seem tougher than he knew he was.
"Yes," The black haired boy says politely, his vivid blue eyes never once leaving the merchant, let alone taking on the arrogant look of most nobility. He's handled these types before, you can tell. And... so can everyone out watching the scene out the corner of their eye while they're pretending to be busy or to only pass by
"You see, good merchant, I've actually been here before, as a boy. You may not remember me, good merchant, but you sold me my favorite food right here in this stall. I never got the chance to return, but I've always wanted to. And now I happen to meet you by not chance, but what could only be the divine will of the seven. You remind me of good times with my mother who is no longer with me. And, what I learned that you ran a business, of which I desperately wanted to have a part in, I could not help but praise the seven for leaving me right back to your past, good merchant. It is truly mysterious the will of the seven."
Anyone watching this scene would realize the farce the young man is up to. You would notice how he tries to sound as sincere as possible, and how he managed to do it, his good look create a preconceived notion of honesty of that of a noble.
The merchant's expression changes so rapidly that a different exaggerated facial expression flashes across his face multiple times throughout the conversation, before landing on smugness.
Everyone watching could tell that he was merely giving lip service, but the headstrong and... Well, socially retarded merchant thought I was sincere. And luckily for the dwindling boy, the snorts of laughter never reached his ears.
"Aye. It's like that, is it?" The merchant asked, a dumb grin forming above his multiple layers of chins, All of which are jiggling like jello in a bowl. The goofy grin is mixed with an air of smugness and pride as he throws obnoxious glances over at the merchants working their stalls next to his. "In that case come on let's head back to my house so my wife can get to cooking us a good meal before we talk business. How about it, eh young lad?" He finishes, patting my shoulder, providing me With a much unneeded view of his underarm that fares no better than the extra skin under his chin.
[LeAnder POV]
Truly disgusting come I think to myself holding back a grimace. But then again, business is business. As someone I knew back on earth liked to say: it's all about the Benjamins.
This man was a key person of influence that I need to exploit in order to build a reputation in this small port town. This merchant is dumb, but he's heavily influential for some reason, and I intend to use that as much as I can for my own benefit.
They say he's descended from the vassel family of a vassal family that serves the Lannisters. However, no one can truly confirm this is true.
But even if it's not, what I do know for a fact is that he is the younger brother a skilled soldier who is famous for joining the Kingsguard at the age of nineteen twelve years prior, and they both hail from this small port town in the west.
That relation makes him a local celebrity, talk less of his wealth. And that alone is enough to make me choose him as my first pawn. Hours later, I successfully convince him to let me buy a huge plot of land in a busy district near the market.
I plan to build a mall here, a concept foreign to these people, but something that would surely bring me fame for innovation and creativity as well as a host of wealth.
However, it seems I've severely mistaken the presence I hold in this small town, looking like a true noble worthy of being a king even.
The man's daughter openly eyes me up and down, like a hungry wolf identifying its prey, and she looks like she wants to devour me and never let go.
I'm clearly not lacking in wealth, and I know I look far more appealing to women than I ever could have in my past life. As soon as Torwin, the merchant whose house I enter leaves to empty his bowels, I immediately walk over to her lounging on her cushion where she's sporting a shy gaze, even though that only further ignites my impulsive desire to claim her for myself.
Her cheeks flush with healthy red blush, and her breathing speeds up exponentially, leaving her slightly panting. She looks up at me, cleaning her neck due to my height.
I look down and admire her figure with a not so concealed lustful gaze. She's short, about 5'1 from my estimates. But her figure is to die for.
Wide childbearing hips leading to a fat yet firmly shaped jiggly heart shaped ass that sways with even the slightest of her movements.
Thick thighs that seem even bigger than her huge prominent ass. Her cameltoe is highly noticible, and her calves are delightful work of art. As much as men have the argument ass or tits, I most definitely am a lower half girl kind of guy.
And this girl... well, there's absolutely no way she's escaping my grasp. Lifting her chin, I look into her deep brown eyes with a sultry smirk, a smirk that deepens into nearly a grin when her face flushes deeper red, and she unintentionally shivers. I can tell. This woman wants me. And she is incredibly pent up.
"What is your age?" I ask softly, bringing my face closer to hers in a suggestive manner that implies much more than idle conversation.
She exhaled shakily, her eyes on mine with an almost feral desire alight in them, adding even more to her alluring beauty.
"T-twenty plus four, S-ser," she manages to stammer out despite her near hypnotic state brought upon by this sensually charged atmlsphere, and our close proximity.
I smile, only in a fantasy world could a 24 year-old girl be this sexy and sport this voluptuous of a body. Bringing my lips closer to her neck nearly kissing her jaw, I whisper softly in her ear.
"Are you not with husband?"
"Uhhnn.. N-no, Ser. I'm... Haaaah... I have n-no husband... " She breathes out amidst extremely arousing moans as I gently nibble on her earlobe.
I kiss her neck softly once more, eliciting yet another soft, enticing moan almost begging me to bed her right now, as well as the delight of her soft body arching against mine as if trying to melt into me.
She is rather flat chested, I muse, but luckily for her, I'm an ass guy. Like They used to say back on earth, If that shit phat, you know where I'm at. And Lawd knows that booty phat.
I pause kissing her neck, and look deep into her eyes. "Are you promised to any man?" I ask, my gaze unwavering, my jaw clenched.
She lowers her head in embarrassment. I can infer the answer from her reaction, and inwardly I grin. However, I make sure to make a face of utter dissatisfaction appear on my face outwardly. Letting go of her chin, I let my hand drop.
Back it up slowly, I look once more in the eyes, before saying, "Please inform Torwin that I took my leave. A rather urgent matter as arisen and I am afraid I cannot afford to show it disinterest.
As I exit their dwelling, and a quick backward glance reveals the tear slick face and dejected posture of a woman more fit to be called a goddess, who is frustrated at her "father" For the first time in her obedient life.
She was set to be wed three days prior to a wealthy merchant from Essos. The merchant is an old man much past his prime who offered an obscene dowry of over 600,000 Gold Dragons To Torwin and Criennah, In exchange for her to be his. Unable to resist such a sizable sum of wealth, they agreed instantly.
Now for the first time in her life, she feels that she resents her "parents" for their choices regarding her. She truly is attracted to this young handsome man, and would much rather bear his heir than the heir of that wrinkly old an who was smitten with her.
No, a perfect man is walking out, and she's stuck with a wrinkly old man who probably can't get it up without poppy.
Little did she know, the man she so desires is doing no such thing. After leaving the beautiful maiden lost in sadness, he approaches the closest cloth merchant in a jovial mood, whistling merrily all the thinking; Damn! Shawty got a phatty!
After that, he gets to work on his plan to convimce Torwin to see his daughter to him...
[CHAPTER END]