Troublemaker [Open]

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Dark eyes filled with mischief and curiosity, glanced about the shit stained city. Wasn't this place supposed to be grand? Carved from the finest of nobles, and only the richest of delights? She almost snickered as she ducked out of the way of a drunken brawl beginning in the middle of the street. The sickening crack of a bone breaking and the resounding cry of pain almost made her smile. Just like home. She mused silently. A few who took notice of her, eyed her wearily, the thick travelers cloak she wore bore the insignia of the Lannister house. She was safe beneath its protection, very few wished to test the anger of Lions... even hers, the smallest.

It was rare she ventured anywhere aside from Tyrion's tower and Sansa's Quarters, but she could only be caged for so long. She was never made to be captured and even if the city smelled horribly foul, and its citizens even worse it was better than nothing. The reek of alcohol, followed quickly by the stench of perfume caught her attention. Whores clad in less than even she beckoned anyone who might pass by and they seemed to be catching more than they could afford. It seemed nobility was just as susceptible to a woman's charm, of course she already knew that. Her little Lannister bathed her in anything she could ever hope to want. The finest of dresses, jewels, trinkets, sometimes she asked, and sometimes her merely left her things, scattered around his quarters. He spoiled her, or so it seemed.

She hesitated a moment, a feeling of unease drifting over her, instinctively, her hand moved to the tiny dagger she kept concealed with her dress at all times, she had used it in an attempt to protect Sansa and she would use it now if needed. She felt eyes upon her, had the sneaking suspicion that she was being followed...damn. She should have taken a few of Tyrion's guards. She glanced up at the Hand's tower, it wasn't too far, perhaps a ten minute walk? She increased her stride, but refused to run, she had never been afraid of any man, and she wasn't about to start now.

[Kierra Nailo]

"No need to run little lamb." a soft voice floated before Shae as Kierra stepped before Shae. Her long black hair was half tied up, giving her a very welcoming appearance. Loose curls fell about her, framing her face with jet blackness. She wore a deep red dress male of silk and some sort of see-thru material near the hem. She had on ringlets of silver and rubies. Her dark eyes caught Shae's as a somewhat seductive smile fell on her face.

"I shan't hurt you. Far from it. One whore to help another. We do have a code you know." she cooed, her voice deep and soft. She flipped her wrist open, revealing an etched mockingbird, the sign of Petyr Baelish, engraved into a palladium bracelet. Flipping her other wrist she showed a silver spider bracelet inlaid with three deep rubies, the sign of Varys. "I work like you do. Though perhaps not in such high favor." she said, her voice dripping with jealousy near the end.

She took another step towards Shae, one hand laid over Shae's at her waist. Another moved to the young girls hair, brushing her fingers through it softly. Leaning close Kierra's lips brushed Shae's ear. "Come with me, darling girl, I'll keep you safe." she whispered softly, her voice tinkling like bells. She smelled of roses, her favorite perfume as she leaned away, her hand lightly held Shae's wrist as she urged her with her, her eyes were kind if not secret. Her smile held promise however and curiosity.

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The dark haired vixen was not afraid of many things, perhaps she feared for her little lion, but even that was a stretch. Did she love the littlest Lannister? She would never tell. The only resounding fact was simple. She was Tyrion's and most everyone, including the little girl Sansa, knew it. She may as well have branded his name across her flesh, perhaps she would surprise him with that special treat one day, but not today, not when her safety so sorely depended on her ability to act the servant to Joffery's favorite toy... or perhaps favorite torment was a more appropriate word. She could do nothing for the poor girl, save for offer her a shoulder to cry upon. But that was neither here nor there. A coy smile pulled at the edges of her mouth and she stepped forward, hips tilting deliciously.

"Little lamb? You mistake me love, I'm the wolf." Her foreign accent drawled in a seductive purr, winding and coiling around her words like a deadly promise. She took a step closer invading the woman's face, her mouth mere breaths away from this creatures own. There was nothing more deadly than a whore who knew how to wield a blade, Shae would know, she had gutted her fair share of pigs. "Why do you think me a whore pretty thing? Can you not see the insignia of the Lannister's upon my cloak?" Her dark eyes glittered, if anyone knew the real reason she was here, they were a threat, she was Tyrion's but she was Sansa's maid and no one, least of all anyone outside the palace walls should know that. She glanced down at the sign of Varys and her shoulders relaxed if only slightly.

"Poor thing, employed by a eunuch how dreadful." Shae lamented backing off, Varys knew her secret, but why he had told this pretty thing she had no idea... but who would believe her even if she told? She smiled gently at her companions jealousy, eyes gleaming with untold stories. "Relax little bird, Tyrion's I may be, but a woman of noble blood, never."

Shae smiled at the sudden proximity, at ease at the familiar art of touch. Shae would not take the pretty songbird, despite the fact that Tyrion had only specified men that she could not take to bed, he had well earned her loyalty and she would give him due respect, no matter tempting this pretty thing was. She laughed lightly as the pretty thing led her away and quickly matched her stride. "Pretty songbird tell, where do you take me?"

[Kierra Nailo]

Kierra let out a little laugh at the younger girl before her. "You have much to learn if you wish to be a wolf, little one. You may bear the fierce lion but I am not hidden under the cloak. I am quite close to the eunuch, I know many of his secrets." Another smile took the lasts place as Kierra's eyes caught Shae's again. Her grip never hardened, just turned urging. "You should never leave the safety of the Imp without his guards about you. My lord Varys cares for that deformed creature and by an arms length I suppose he must care for you." Kierra explained as she weaved through back streets, avoiding the red and gold cloaks thoroughly.

"I suppose you would not have remembered me. You were put in such high light. Do you happen to remember your first night here at the Landing? I do believe the little Imp placed you in the care of the farthest inn, keeping you safe. But Lord Varys is very sneaky. He knows everything. Even I know not how. Nevermind that however. I have seen you many times and I am sure I will see you more. People grow suspicious. As an employ to both the mouths of Kings Landing, I hear many things. I can't have lived as long as I have in the Silk Streets without knowing a great deal. I m here to warn you. Be most careful, pretty thing. I would so hate to see you gracing our streets with such delicate features." Kierra said softly as they rounded a corner, seemingly safe for now.

The streets they were in now were less crowded. The buildings closer together and even a little cleaner. The faint smell of fresh bread was wafting up. Leaning close Kierra pecked Shae's cheeks. Quick and loving, almost that of an elder sister she leaned back, a smile on her talking lips. "Just trust me, little lamb in wolfs skin." Kierra said, one hand on Shae's arm, the other resting on her own hip.

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Shae's dark eyes glistened with something unreadable. This pretty woman knew nothing of her history or her past. Did she believe her to still have the naivety that she would one day be the bride of a Lannister? Ha! She laughed at such a preposterous notion! Tyrion, no matter how much she was his and he was hers, could never truly have her. They would be killed before the priest even spoke the first words! She was a whore, would never rise above such a stature, she knew that. Her feelings for Tyrion... she couldn't help them. She knew it was stupid but she couldn't stop it. Tyrion was so utterly good to her. "The deadliest wolf is not he that boasts and brags of his strengths, but he who lingers in shadow, watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike." She murmured in a low purr.

Shae did indeed remember her first night here, and now that the pretty thing reminded her, Tyrion had placed in her in the Inn, except... it wasn't her. he had bought a room and left Bronn with a pretty whore and snuck Shae out the back, of course the pretty woman didn't know that so Shae wisely shut her mouth. "I was not always a rich man's whore, he found me amongst the suffering and the dead. I have seen a great deal worse than it would seem." A battlefield was their choice of meeting, stolen from another man she was. She would say no more on her past. It was better left dead and forgotten. "Do not assume me helpless pretty one, I am far from such an insult."

Shae followed the her obediently. Shae had not decided if Varys was friend or foe, she imagined he did not much care that Tyrion kept her, but if ever they should become enemies... Shae would more than likely not be long for this world. Not even a Lion could protect her from an army. "Trust is not something you give anyone if you are wise... not even a beautiful songbird like you." She returned the loving gesture, with a kiss upon the woman's knuckles, dragging her hand to her mouth.

[Kierra Nailo]

"You flatter me so, lamb-in-lions-skin. We have seen you from afar. Seen you in the pretty Lannister castle. We only wish to talk to you. Well...I fear I am the only one that wishes to speak to you. The others were frightened. They did not trust you. I however seemed to have taken your trust talk in heed. I carry no weapons and I would be of no great loss. Baelish and Varys would mourn me for a short time but I am easily replaceable. No one would miss a dark haired whore like myself. I have seen what this Landing has been through in the best and the worst of times. I would be content to leave. she said softly, her eyes scanning down the long alleys, watching for any movement.

Kierra had the decency to give a small blush at the girls motions. She could certainly put on a show. No wonder the deformed Imp had taken such a keen liking to her. This particular whore no doubt graded and lusted for him. Kierra had to wonder though, was it a farce or was it real?

Pushing the thoughts from her head she laced her fingers with Shae's. "That is all I desire. A simple talk. You must forgive my intrusion. You interest me. From the sway of your thighs to the smile of your lips." she said softly, biting her lips as her heavy lashes trailed down and then up Shae's rather lithe body. "I have not had a good speak with anyone in a long while. Baelish only wishes to fuck like a dog, whereas Varys is only interested in feasting. Two things that grow weary and droll if done repeatedly enough." she finished, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "What say you, pretty little lion? Be my company? I assure you I am softer than any man you have been with. With over half the fires of passion." she said softly, her other hand lacing its fingers to Shae's.

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"Flattery? I use no form of flattery, I only compliment what deserves my appraisal and you pretty thing are well worth a compliment or two." The words would fall from her mouth like a silken promise, a whisper upon the woman's flesh as she allowed herself to be dragged through King's Landing. She smiled at the nickname, her clever mind quickly working up an answer. "A lamb in lions skin am I? Better that than the sheep with no guise amongst a pack of ravenous wolves." The humor would leave her face at the soft spoken words, understanding had settled within the gaze of the foreigner and biting her lip she would nod ever so softly. "I was a traveling whore until the littlest lion plucked me from the streets. I owe him much." Her words were soft and gentle.

Shae was a master of deceit, but she so oft could not keep her mouth shut. She knew her beauty is what first had captured her lion within her embrace, but after awhile he started complimenting her elsewhere, her clever wit, the way she revered him... his tune began to change and she had a feeling she was here for many more reasons now, than just a hidden desire for him to get off on. He had risked too much to keep her safe, to keep her hidden, and to be honest... she couldn't rightly bring herself to care. She liked her lion, far more than she should and so... she stayed. His pretty songbird in her gilded cage.

"If all you desire is my voice, than you shall have it. It would be nice to speak with someone whom I do not need to lie too." Shae would smile gently, squeezing the woman's fingers gently within her own grasp, for now she would trust her. She would be weary and cautious, but she would give the whore the benefit of the doubt. "Although I believe the sway of my thighs have captured many more than the movement of my lips." She would grin at the play on words, unable to resist herself. Her head would tilt to the side, curious and excited at such a proposition, but all too quickly she would smile, lacing their fingers tightly, offering the woman's cheek a gentle kiss. "When spoken so sweetly, how dare I resist? I will be your company pretty one, you only need sweep me away. "

(((OOC: Im so sorry this took me so long! Work has been killing me!)))

[Kierra Nailo]

"I would not doubt the power of your lips little lamb..." Kierra wandered her eyes over Shae as she led the way through another back alley and into a surprisingly quiet pub. Looking back over at Shae she gave what she hoped was a warm and comforting smile. Kierra made her way towards the inn keep and pushed two coins toward the elder woman. Quick enough, Kierra had two mugs filled with dark red wine, balancing a bottle as well. She led the way to a dark corner, setting her accouterments on the table she pulled out a chair for the lithe Shae, her smile promising. Sitting opposite herself Kierra pushed a mug of the wine towards Shae before taking a long draught herself.


"A true way to mine own heart is a good cup of wine. Sadly...this is not good wine." Kierra said sadly before casting her eyes over at Shae. "Now, the sneakiness has gone from us. Little lamb, I am Kierra of Kings Landing. Lover of Many and Heart of None that I Know. Perhaps not the best title, but a girl must distinguish herself." Kierra finished, her lashes lowering as a smile played on her lips. "Little lamb, I must know, do you not live in fear of the Lion Father?" she asked, true worry lining her eyes as her smile lowered.


(((OOC: Dude, it's totes cool! I understand irl issues come up at the worst times. Take your time. I'll be here for ya :D)))