"How did the meeting go?" Bronn asked after I had finished assigning the rest of my retinue.
The girls, except for my Marta, I sent to work in the kitchen, while the hill tribesmen and my father's soldiers were sent to the barracks. I ordered them to take no commands except from me or Ser Bronn. For my loyal sellsword, I had a room prepared in the castle - fortunately, there were plenty of them, and most stood empty. As for myself, I chose luxurious chambers, once occupied by old Eddard Stark.
"One could say it went well enough. I have a task for you," I replied after the three of us - Bronn, Marta, and I - entered into my chambers.
"I'm listening," Bronn said with interest, seating himself at the table across from me.
"Marta, step outside for a minute," I ordered before giving instructions to my hired knight.
"Yes, my lord," she obeyed meekly and left the room. She avoided my gaze - clearly, she was still afraid of me.
"Keep an eye on our tribesmen and the soldiers my father assigned to me. They're under your command now. Tell everyone else to go to hell with their orders - except for our beloved king, though I doubt he'll concern himself with you. I also want you to get acquainted with the City Watch. See what you can learn. Ser Janos does not inspire my trust, and I would like to see a more 'honest' man in his place. I hope I've made myself clear?" I laid out my plans.
"Heh. I'll gladly take care of it," Bronn said with a slight grin. He rose and headed off to carry out my orders. I needed my own man - someone with real military experience and close to the small council.
"May I come in, my lord?" Marta asked, knocking softly.
"Yes, come in. Don't just stand there - you may sit or lie down. Make yourself comfortable, as if this were your home. I, however, must attend to my duties. My position has burdened me with quite a few responsibilities," I told her.
She entered, closed the door behind her, and stopped near it, staring uncertainly at the floor. Unfortunately, I had no time to be alone with her - matters awaited me, so I instructed her to stay put.
Leaving my chambers, I first ordered the servants to bring food and drink upstairs and to wash Marta. After that, I went in search of Lord Baelish, asking castle staff if they had seen him. Fortune favored me - I learned his whereabouts quickly. Littlefinger was strolling through the gardens, a book in his hands, most likely ledgers. I approached to greet him.
What could be said of Petyr Baelish? Intelligent, perceptive, ambitious, and influential. He had attained his position solely through talent. A very dangerous man and a very useful one.
"Lord Baelish, I see you're immersed in work even while at leisure. Such dedication is commendable," I addressed him.
"The honor is mine, to receive praise from the Hand. How may I be of service?" Littlefinger replied with a faint smile.
"Arya Stark. When my sister told me we had only one wolf left among our 'guests,' I feared the worst. Fortunately, the girl merely fled. I need information," I said plainly.
"I'm afraid you're mistaken, my lord. I possess no such knowledge. Perhaps Lord Varys may be of assistance," he answered, his brow furrowing slightly.
"I intend to speak with Lord Varys shortly. As you surely know, old Eddard Stark was a decent man, and I have no doubt many sympathized with him. Someone must have helped Arya Stark escape. Let us be direct - I need to know which caravans and ships departed King's Landing after Eddard Stark's execution. I believe this information lies precisely within your reach," I said, watching him closely.
"Yes, I do have that information. How soon would you like the report?" Baelish asked, understanding my request.
"The sooner, the better. In the meantime, I'll pay a visit to the commander of the City Watch. Once you have what I need, you know where to find me," I replied, then headed toward the commander's quarters.
"At once. I'll see to it immediately," Baelish said, walking off in the opposite direction - likely to his office, where he kept his records.
Janos Slynt - the new Lord of Harrenhal and my sister's loyal lapdog. A cowardly, arrogant man, utterly corrupt. I had no faith in him, nor any liking, but I needed to speak with him regardless.
"Ser Janos, I hope I'm not interrupting?" Guards stood outside his chambers; upon seeing me, they immediately stepped aside. Entering, I found him seated at his desk, reading.
"Lord Tyrion, how may I be of service?" he asked with a false smile, setting his work aside.
"I've only just arrived in the capital, and already I'm drowning in affairs. Chief among them - Arya Stark. My sister informed me of her disappearance. Bad news. I've decided to take charge of the matter. Tell me first - have you already dispatched men to search for her?" I asked, taking a seat opposite him.
"Yes. My men are combing the city. Some have gone beyond the walls as well. There's no need for concern - if she's still alive, we'll find her," he declared.
"Good. Now issue orders for all searches within the city to cease. Have your men recall the group outside the walls as well. End the search entirely," I said calmly.
"What?! What are you trying to accomplish? Let her escape?" Janos burst out, rising halfway from his seat.
"I am under no obligation to explain myself - especially to you. Lower your voice and carry out the order given," I continued in the same cold, even tone, meeting his gaze.
"You little... Fine! Have it your way, Imp. But I will report this to Her Grace," he snapped, then stormed out of the room.
I took the wine jug from the table and poured myself a drink. That idiot had just signed his own direct ticket to the Wall, where Jon Snow would kill him - or at least, I hoped so. Soon, that arrogant fool returned, and we discussed several more matters. Most of them concerned the peasants, and I told him not to deal with those issues until I gave the order. Janos was extremely displeased with our conversation, as he believed I was meddling in his affairs. Frankly, I couldn't have cared less about his opinion, or about him at all.
At the end of our discussion, Lord Baelish finally arrived with the report I needed. Leaving Janos behind, I headed with the "Littlefinger" to speak with Varys. Lord Baelish was courteous enough to escort me to the Spider, but chose not to stay for our conversation. After thanking him and parting ways, I began speaking with Lord Varys in one of the castle corridors.
"Lord Varys, I was looking for you," I greeted him.
"Lord Tyrion… I do not deserve the title of Lord; please, just call me Varys. So, how may I serve the new Hand?" the Spider asked.
"Arya Stark. Apparently, she managed to escape from the capital. I presume the good Eddard Stark had people who helped her flee. Here is a list, kindly provided by Lord Baelish, of ships and caravans that left King's Landing after the execution of the Warden of the North. Only a few are heading North. Which one do you think Arya is on?" I asked him, handing over Littlefinger's report. I was curious to hear the Spider's response - would he try to throw me off the trail?
"Hm… Unfortunately, as much as I would like to help you, I do not think she is among the listed caravans or ships. They were all inspected upon leaving the city," he replied honestly and calmly.
"I see. Then how did she manage to leave King's Landing?" I continued to question him.
"Who knows… Perhaps she didn't. At least, my little birds haven't seen her since the day she escaped," Varys stated.
"Very well… thank you for your help, Lord Varys," I said, smiling at him, having clearly understood his point.
"Oh, no need for thanks, milord," the Spider replied with a smile.
Next, I headed to the chambers of the Grand Maester Pycelle. What could be said about that old bastard? He was lecherous, corrupt, and cynical, but one had to admit he was skilled at his craft. I didn't need much from him - at least at this stage. I only needed to urgently send a letter to my father in Harrenhal. Upon entering, I immediately ordered him to prepare a messenger raven and give me a quill, ink, and parchment. He obeyed without question, and after I wrote the letter to my father, he sent the raven off.
The contents of my letter explained that a Night's Watch caravan was moving toward him and that Arya Stark was among them, disguised as a boy. I also asked him to treat her gently, as she had witnessed her father's execution and had endured much. Who knows, perhaps I could change the course of events and my father could secure Jaime's freedom.
At the end of the day, I returned to my chambers, where my charming, red-haired, blue-eyed attendant awaited me. Marta had been bathed and dressed in a clean gown that suited her very well. I would need to thank the maids, but that could wait. Upon seeing me, Marta quickly rose from the bed and, as usual, lowered her head. I climbed onto the bed and told her to pour us both a drink, then sit beside me. She was one meter sixty centimeters tall, a full thirty centimeters taller than me - you could say a head taller.
After draining the whole jug, Martha became more relaxed. Our glances began to meet now and then. She understood perfectly what I wanted and was afraid of it, but she was also afraid of refusing me, for who knows what might happen to her outside my chambers. I took the initiative and told her to lean in a little so I could kiss her ripe lips. God, how pleasant they tasted. It's true Martha was inexperienced in this matter, but she didn't resist. Soon, I raised myself up and, lowering the neckline of her dress, set her breasts free. They weren't very large, a second size, but they were beautiful, with symmetrical pink nipples. I began to caress them gently, and then, kissing her left nipple, started to lick it tenderly. At the same time, with my left hand, I massaged her right breast, delicately playing with the nipple.
Martha began to moan softly from my foreplay! She liked it so much that she gently clasped my head with her hands, playing with my hair. She was ready, I decided, and after taking off my own clothes, I began to take off her dress! For Martha, everything happened too fast. I didn't stand on ceremony and inserted my member into her pussy, taking her virginity. But I wasn't a complete asshole, so I gave her time and didn't move inside her, letting her get used to the sensations. Tears streamed from Martha's eyes, and she sobbed from the pain. I felt like a complete jerk, but what was done was done. After a minute, I began to move slowly inside her. Gradually, she started to come to her senses, and it was visible that her pain was subsiding (or maybe she had just gotten used to it).
I didn't care, I just wanted to lose myself and used Martha's young body for that. I got what I wanted! After a few minutes, I felt myself at my peak and came inside her. But that wasn't enough! I continued to fuck and come in her pussy until my hips were completely tired. In the end, satisfied with life but not with myself, I lay down next to her and closed my eyes. After all, they didn't call me Imp for nothing!