"You should go." (Y/n) said, as she finally got up from the bed. Pulling her bed gown back on, as she made her way over to a small table and poured herself a drink. The lady of the city chuckling into her wine as she heard the prince grumble.

"I want to stay....................." Aegon replied. Sounding very much like a petulant child.

"You stay, and it could end with the Kingsguards breaking down my door and dragging you out of here. I don't want that. I have no desire to have the white cloaks sticking their nose into my business. I don't like anyone sticking their nose in my business. I am what I am, where I am, because I keep my cards close to my chest. Because my business remains my business. You.........prince, are just an occasional distraction. A distraction that I do not take orders from." (Y/n) retorted, as she turned to look at the young man in the bed. Rolling her eyes, as it became obvious that the prince wasn't happy with what she had just said.

Aegon had never been described as an occasional distraction before. In truth, he was the one that had used servant girls, whores, or any other woman that he could lure to him, as the occasional distractions. Took them when he couldn't get to, or be with (Y/n). So, for her to call him that, for (Y/n) to treat him as though he was disposable........hurt. Especially when he was used to getting his own way; especially when he was used to never being questioned.

"Please.............." Aegon continued, in the most sickly-sweet voice that he could conjure up, as he crawled down the bed and looked up at her.

"Does that actually work on anyone? The other women you fucked might fall for that, but I am not those women. As I told you before, I have things to do, Aegon. People that I need to see.......but....................." The lady countered, as she walked back over to her bed. Stopping as she came to stand right in front of the pale haired prince. Aegon pushing the bed gown apart, and hungrily moving his lips across her stomach. (Y/n)'s eyes closing, as his lips moved downwards, and his fingers made their way up the inside of her thigh.

"You can come again tomorrow............." She continued, as she pushed the prince away. Smiling as he let out a huff and turned onto his back.

"And you can stay all night.........but only if you go now..........." Aegon now smiling broadly at the idea of being allowed to spend the entire night with her. The oldest son of the king, quickly moving from the bed and pulling back on his breeches, before hunting around the room for the rest of his clothes. The lady of the city pulling him in for a kiss, before he headed out of the door. (Y/n) watching him from the window, as the prince disappeared back onto the now dark streets. Her eyes falling on another figure that had just come into the light of the brazier, that some of the small folk of the city were warming themselves around, on the street opposite. The lady making her way back into the room and pouring herself another drink, as she waited for her next visitor to make his way up the stairs.

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"You control the boy well..............." A voice came. The lady not even bothering to look away from the mirror, as she continued to brush her hair.

"What can I say, I just have a way with men. And isn't that what you wanted...........? Someone to rein that young man, in. To control those urges of his. I mean, there are only so many of his white-haired little bastards, running around Kings Landing that you can ignore. Only so many servants you can force to drink Moon Tea and pay off. Only so many loud mouthed whores that you can have killed...........even if you are the Hand of the King.........Otto.............Some wine...........?" She continued, before finally turning to look at the man that had just removed his hooded cloak. Getting up from her seat and making her way over to pour the older man a drink. Otto taking his usual seat and watching the sway of her hips, as she moved.

"That is very true............." Otto agreed, as he took the goblet from the woman's hand.

"As long as you remember not to get too attached............"

"Attached? I am not attached to your grandson, my lord. Attached is not something I do. I fuck him. I keep him in line; I stop him from embarrassing your family any more than he already has. That is it. If you believe that I am foolish enough to think that one day I might be able to be queen. That Aegon might leave that mad sister-wife of his and marry me instead, then you don't know me very well." (Y/n) retorted, as she took a seat across from the Hand. The pair watching one another for a moment, before Otto leaned forward and took one of her feet, slowly bringing it up so that he could kiss her toes.

"I am glad to hear that. I don't want you forgetting who you really belong to." Otto told her. The Hand of the King the only one to know what and whom the Lady of the City, was. The only one to know what she was truly capable of. Otto, though not about to admit it, as scared of her as anyone that had found themselves on her bad side. The only one that was still alive, to know that she could kill as easily as she breathed.

"I belong to you.............? No, no, Otto. I think that you will find that it is the other way around." (Y/n) said, as she pulled her foot away, getting to her feet and making her way to the bed. Her bed gown falling from her shoulders, before she took a seat and looked at the Hand.

"Now, why don't you show me why I let you live, before I call back Aegon and have you watch us fuck..........." The lady added. A small smile pulling at her lips, as Otto got to his feet and began to remove his clothes. The lady of the city knowing just how to use her power, as she moved back in the bed, and waited for her new lover to remind her what it was older men could do.