Holding My Breath (Noel)

[Kierra Nailo]

Kierra pinned up the last of her braids within her hair. It hung about her in an intricate style, braids hung about about her dark thick hair. A thing silver chain hung about her neck, a single blue sapphire at the center. Her long fingers were covered in rings, different metals, none precious. She had on a dark blue shift, bringing out her eyes. It was loose, leaving her shape to the imagination. Her breasts were the only things that showed forth through the thin silk. Feet bare save for the silver chains about them walked across the floor, going to the door of her room. Giving one last look at the room itself she gave a small girlish smile before closing the door and heading downstairs.

She had a knight caller. A knight caller that had come to Kierra before. Ser Noel Wulfgar was a dear friend of Kierra's. They had met many years ago in the proper circumstances of a brothel whore and a knight. It was then that Kierra had first felt that twinge of attraction. Most of her callers were not particularly good looking. Noel however, put the rest to shame. He was no Jaime Lannister, there was no denying that, but he came a close second. He was not only beautiful but he was also very sweet and kind. The fact that he came from a royal family was the only thing that stopped her from running away with him.

Kierra had many familiar callers but Noel was by far the kindest. Reaching the main floor she passed some of the girls, a few giggling at her. Kierra blushed but kept her path enforced. Sitting on the 'waiting' bench Kierra smoothed out her dress, fixing her hair. She wanted to look perfect for her dear friend, and lover. She hadn't seen Noel in many moons and she was a bit more than excited. She only hoped that the war hadn't changed him too harshly.

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Many times along the way a man will come across a woman that made them feel like a weight has been lifted off their shoulders. That was the role that was being played by Kierra in Noel's life as the wars had begun. He remember the first time they met, and the passion that came along with it. It was something he had held dear to his heart, but the man hadn't been with a said woman since her. He couldn't wait to meet up with her and talk about all that hey discovered along the way to King's Landing.

Noel had been in King's landing for a couple of days, but now it was time to go see his friend. He wore his normal garb, a velvet doublet with a silver sigil pin stitched into the neck. There he made his way into the crowd of people fluttering in and out of the streets. The Raging Tiger turned the corner and saw the establishment and as he made his way in he was greeted by the only one he cared to see. It was none other than the one known as Kierra. He couldn't help, but place his hand rubbing it along the stubble on his chins. His eyes searching over her and couldn't believed the beauty.

"Kierra! It's a pleasure to see you again," was all he said as he'll greet her in a rather large hug. One that was like the old times. It was obvious this was his choice for now, and he'll await for the transaction to be taken care of. The two walked towards the back and would sit down and look at one another. He was sure to study her face to see if there was any signs of weariness since the two last saw one another. He waited for to speak before speaking himself.

"So tell me how has the life in the capital been for you?"

[Kierra Nailo]

Kierra melted into his hug. Despite his age, the young lordling was still as handsome and ever. The war seemed to have aged him a touch but it was all for the better. Slipping her hand into his she led the way to her room. Privacy was a rare thing to find in a whore house, but keeping in the right area of Baelish had its perks. "Noel, I am so very pleased to see you! It has been far too long." she said as she closed the door to her room, guiding him to sit on her bed as she laid across the pillows, fingering the soft silk and furs atop the mattress.

"The was was frightening. The entire city was closed up and gated. No one could leave and no one could enter. There was a riot before hand that nearly had most of the city killed. It was terrifying. Thankfully Baelish and Varys both kept me safe. Only now is the house finally picking up business again." she said as she sat up again, worry in her face for a moment. She crossed her legs before her, her dress riding up again as she fiddled with her fingers.

"You don't want to hear of this however. How was the battle ground? How are your brothers? Your family? Did you receive any scars little lordling?" she said as she looked him up and down, a small smile on her face. She brushed some of her black hair behind her ear, a blush growing on her cheeks as she leaned forward, closer to the young man before her.