Beauty [Matilys Lannister]

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Shae glided through the halls, the elegant gown that she was so fond of, floated around her bodice with the slightest of breezes, defining her curves and accentuating her body. She relished in the looks of lust and desire the guards gave her as she passed. They could look but they could not touch. She was a Lannisters pet, employed by, influenced and protected by Tyrion. They knew better than to anger a Lion, even one as small as her lover, but she would taunt and tease them, tickling their fancy with a soft spoken word in that languid drawl that border-lined upon seduction and just as they would reach for her, she would flit away, laughter dancing upon her lips. Cruel? Yes, perhaps, but each and every one of those guards knew her loyalty lay with Tyrion. None of them had so much as touched her. Wicked she may be, but her loyalty was unwavering. They scowled and damned her but she never ceased, this play it was simply too much fun!

The sound of a spinning wheel and a gentle hum caught her attention and she paused, dark eyes scanning the hallways, her curiosity getting the better of her. The Tower of the Hand was a massive structure, filled with twists and turns, hallways and rooms... she so oft explored but could never get the thing memorized. Many of the nobles, especially royalty, ventured here for one reason or another, she was not surprised to hear someone in the lower chambers. She peeked into one of the rooms, her dark eyes falling on the form of the blonde, young Lannister. A wily smile tugged at her lips and without a word she slipped inside the room.

"Matilys Lannister? So rare to see you outside of the main castle, what brings you to the tower?" She glided across the room, watching her carefully, eyes gleaming in curiosity as she seated herself near the woman. As always, jewels of untold fortune adorned her neck, her ears, her wrists. Beauty became her, quite possibly the woman was more vain than she and that was saying something.

[Matilys Lannister]

The truth was that Matilys, uncharacteristically, had wanted a little time alone. Spinning relaxed her, it always had, ever since she was a little girl, but lately it seemed as if she couldn't even work on handicrafts without inviting comment. Ordinarily that might have pleased her. If she was explaining the intricacies of tablet weaving to someone of importance at court - which more often than not was synonymous with some woman in cousin Cersei's good graces - then so much the better. It was proof that she could do more than simply embroider, anyway. Some of the younger girls that came to court now could hardly even do that.

Today, then, Matilys Lannister had sought out a little room with a spinning wheel, which was quicker than using her drop spindle, though it required a little more concentration on her part. Engrossed in her work, she didn't notice she had company until the other woman spoke. Matilys stopped feeding in her yarn, let the wheel come to a slow, gradual stop, and then tilted her head and looked at her. Shae. She was supposed to be attending the Stark girl, although castle rumor had it that her attentions were better taken up by Tyrion, a fact which Matilys had noted and said nothing of. She had quite perfected the habit of pretending not to hear rumors about her cousins, after all.

'I knew this was here,' she said in response to Shae's question, gesturing towards the spinning wheel. 'Spinning amuses me.' It was a little more to her than that, but it wouldn't do to seem too invested in it, and it would have been downright rude to mention that she had wanted to be alone. Matilys had no reason to be rude, and so she gave Shae a soft smile. 'How are you, Shae?' she asked, and if the enquiry was courtesy, she didn't make it sound false. 'It's been too long since we last spoke.' Given that she tried to avoid Sansa Stark so far as she could, Matilys didn't see all that much of Shae either.

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The woman was a siren, master of the language of lust and desire. She could bewitch the most stoic of men and bring them to their knees. She was a whore, but not she supposed she was a Lion's whore, not much of a change but one that left most glancing uneasily at her. Even the littlest lion was ferocious when pushed correctly. Shae may not have been his most prized possession but she was most assuredly among his favorites, but she grew bored spending so many nights alone in the tower. hand of the King was no easy task and Shae was supposed to be a secret, we see how well that turned out.

The pretty songbird before her seemed fixated upon her spinning wheel. She twined it with quick and deft fingers, it was an art Shae had no desire to learn but the pretty blonde bird would keep her occupied for a spell. Out of the Lannister family, she seemed the most down to earth, the one most likely not to shout for a beheading simply because it suited her fancy. She loved her jewels and her dresses, but what woman did not?

"I never learned to spin, but an old friend once told me it calms the mind and soothes the soul, is it true?" The pretty golden songbird was so innocent, so pure, it made Shae smile, despite her noble blood she did not seem quite as crude. She laughed quietly at her next kind words, her dark eyes gleaming with something akin to amusement. "I fair well, thank you, as does Sansa." She would not speak of the bruises she so often found upon the woman. Joffery... the terrible wretch. "And you m'lady?"