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Anya woke as usual with three delicate knocks on the wooden door, the muffled sounds of female voices the only sound the thick walls of the castle provided from the other side.
It was time for them to start the day.
Her best friend, Millie, stood near her with a questioning look on her face at her frustrated snort.
"Joshua, again Millie, that guy doesn`t leave me alone even in my dreams!" she blurted out with an exasperated tone.
"Oh shut up! You just want him between your legs"
At that, Anya halted her yawn mid hair "What, hah, he`s lucky if he finds the right hole…I swear, Millie, he is just a sweetheart but…but..he has so much to learn…"
"Not his fault if you are more experienced than him, you have to teach him…" She used the common basin to wash herself a bit and refresh her skin, put on her tunic, then smoothed her skin with a special concoction arrived with the Southern Queen`s retinue.
"I dreamt that he was so good and he touched me everywhere, and when I woke up the hard truth crashed on me haha"
"As long as he doesn`t put a baby in you…how could I work without you by my side if you become pregnant!?" Millie pouted at her then sniffed at the perfumed mixture with a satisfied smile on her lips.
"You`d do wonderfully I am sure!" she replied almost offended.
She hastily dressed too at the second knock at the door, the signal that the castle's servants should be ready soon, and tied her apron to her waist.
~*~
~Some hours later in the day~
She was frantically searching for Millie and Zhaqi, the dothraki girl that was preparing them to attend to the King and Queen needs, having traveled with them for the most part of their journey by land.
They had been both wary at first of the dark-skinned beauty, but it was impossible not to feel attached to her after a while, with her cheeky and contagious joy and her secrets about plants and medicaments; plus, she too had some sort of crush for the King united with some fierce protectiveness toward the Southern Queen, something apparently similar to what they felt for their dark-haired ruler.
Anya knew that they had to be in the kitchens at this point, helping with the preparations of the various meals that had to be ready for dinner, she hoped that they could free themselves a moment, because damn if she couldn't wait anymore!
~*~
"I`ve seen him-" her breath was ragged, brown eyes blown wide like she had seen the spirit that was said resided in the broken tower.
She had finally managed to find both girls, hands immersed in a soft whole dough.
"Who? What d`ya mean?" Mildred placed both hands on either of her friend's shoulders and tried to placate her frantic pacing. She suddenly stopped moving her toes, but her hands kept shaking like she had been washed with scalding water.
"For Gods sake, take deep breaths…"
She followed her advice fairly well and tried to even her breaths, deep gulps of hair in her lungs…her excited doe eyes searching and locking with Millie`s cerulean ones in a sudden but practiced move apt to reveal some huge secret.
"The…" she whispered slowly seating on a wooden box along the wall, but the moment she touched the wooden surface she watched warily around them, jumped on her feet and whispered to the pair of them "not here!" and she took their wrists and motioned them to follow her.
They entered the small warehouse, where jam and other sweets were stocked for winter and for the big dinner prepared for the return of their King, and carefully closed the door. Anya turned to them both. Took a deep breath.
"The King…" she started tentatively but didn`t continue.
"Silly girl, we`ve seen the King also, a fine specimen that one is I can tell… luckily we would see him every day from now on if we really become his handmaids don`t ya remember?" stated Millie, an emphatic smile on her lips. She probably thought her crazy.
She forced her breath out and tried to order the emotions chaotically entwined in her brain.
"I wanted to say - another deep breath - I saw him, the King, he was…he was…" she mimicked something with her hands, but she failed to convey what she wanted to say. Then she snapped.
"Everything is true. What they say about him. The scars! It is all true. Everything!"
"Wait…you saw his scars…does it mean he hadn't a tunic on?"
Suddenly that whole scared face and enclosed body of hers enlightened and a wide smile broke through her shocked expression.
"He was - he had…no clothes on"
Millie's face fell "Swear it"
"Broad naked.."
Millie stared at her open-mouthed, then broke.
"You got to be kidding!! You are here from less time than me and you managed to see him, not less in an intimate situation, naked! when all the girls here would just be content to see his biceps for all the time he was here!"
She stomped her feet on the floor in frustration, left and right in rapid succession. Then stopped, abruptly, staring at her wide-eyed.
She took her hands and brought them up in front of their faces.
"How was he…"
Anya stuttered, then her face became the color of the ripest cherries.
"How.. how can you ask such a straightforward question! Do you know decency at all??" She backed down, red-faced. Lowered her eyes. Her hands gripped her gown hard, but then…
"He is…he is…can't even describe Gods forgive me!"
Hands agitated wiggle in the air in a poor attempt to evoke some images from her mind.
"He is terribly…I don't know Millie, how do you imagine him?" She doesn't wait for her answer "well he is more! He was..he was full of scars, like really full, seemed angry and deep to me..and fuck you can't believe how muscled…I only regret that I was far away and wouldn't see too well…"
"Well muscles don't mean anything, honestly" Millie tried to bring her friend to reality, disillusioned girl that she was, worried that her friend was starting to talk like a hysterical.
She remembered stories about this King or that but at the end, in her opinion, Kings were just like any other man under those kingly layers "he's a warrior, he is obviously trained," dismissed Millie "Greg is muscled too but is sensible like a dumb bull"
"Hah, no Millie you have no idea. You can't train an ass like that" she stated dreamily "and those abs…I bet he can break walnuts with those…" She sighed…
"But it was not just that. I mean, he is damn nice to look at…but the way he treated her, the way he behaved…he was passionate like he wanted to devour her…then the next moment he touched her like she was his most precious thing in the whole world…and the way he moved…gods I wish I would be good with words… I wished so much to be under him-" she stopped, abruptly, eyes wide in terror, and blushed furiously again.
Hands flying to her mouth, effectively avoiding her mouth to outmatch her brain again. But it was too late. The deed was done.
"Anya, are you going insane? You can't say things like those! If someone hears you…you can't disrespect the King like this!" But she was subtly snickering herself, then her eyes abruptly locked on hers.
"Her…whose her?"
And then Anya, in all her excitement, could enjoy the moment when realization dawned on her friend.
"The Mother of Dragons? The…the Dragon Queen? it was her?"
And it would have been so fun to see her reaction wasn't it for the fact that she was flustered as well
"They were doing…they were…what exactly…" she put a hopeful stare on her and so she couldn`t keep it to herself no more, with her teeth digging on her lower lip in restrained emotion she exploded
"They were fucking like their lives depended on it!!"
Millie was a truly remarkable girl, posed, straightforward, and very clean in her way of working. She was able to sneak in a room full of people and do every task without being noticed, but the stark difference from when she was confronted with some juicy thing she didn't know was impressive.
Anya could see her eyes bulging out, her jaw dropping, her eyes focusing on her face, then on Zhaqi's, almost to be sure she heard the same thing as her.
What she obtained was a chuckle from the dothraki girl and a snapping of both their faces in her direction.
"Zhaqi, why are you not as surprised as me? Did you know that the King had a thing for the Dragon Queen?"
Zhaqi started laughing then, richly and heartily, then wiped the tears that had formed on her eyes while an incredulous Millie mouthed at Anya she knew!!
Zhaqi tried to talk then, giving them her best Common Tongue impression.
"They take each other many times before they arrive here. It is known!"
Then started laughing again, seeing how both girls eyes grew impossibly bigger still.
"Do you mean that they are going at it for months?? And stop that for heaven's sake!" but she couldn't stifle the smile spread on her own cheeks now.
Zhaqi slowly tried to stop her laughing, suppressing it to a light snicker "No no, no for many months, I do not know exactly when, but they were surely doing it when we travel to be here…"
Then, realizing that she had a juicy story at hand and that the other two were hanging from her lips, she tried to give them more details.
"They do not much noise first, but not many secrets are for long in a Dothraki camp - at that Anya's cheeks became impossibly red - and everyone knows that Khaleesi wanted the Wolf King in her bed for quite some time" she looked pensive for a moment and added
"after some days, I think they know that we know, and Wolf King started to make Khaleesi scream more and Khaleesi show him the Dothraki way"
"And what, what would be this Dothraki way…" Millie prompted her, too eager to know more details to ponder further but almost scared to ask..this wasn`t the first time she and Anya discovered some gruesome (but sometimes useful) fragment of Dothraki culture.
"Out in the open! Everything important a man or a woman does it under the big sky, so the Great Stallion see it and know that it is a good thing!"
Anya was wordless, her mind recalling what she saw at the hot pools, colliding with an actual image of them in the middle of a camp full of people…no surely they would never…
Millie, always the practical one, recovered first from their dazed state and decided that they needed to talk thoroughly about this juicy piece of information they had about their handsome King.
"Wait wait wait…if they were out there it means that they don't bother being seen right? They won't need to cover that up? I mean they aren't married or something like that!"
"Oh! Maybe they did! In secret?"
"Oh come on, they say that the Queen had lovers when she was in Essos, she won't have problems with that, also is not like she is a virgin or something…maybe the King likes them experienced…"
"Yes! They say that he had a wildling lover, that they were married for the free folk…I bet what you want that she was a fierce one…"
Could Anya forget about that? No, certainly not, it was one of her favorite tittle-tattle during her shifts at the wash house.
"Do you bet now? Is it another thing from your brother? Anyway -
She had to interrupt herself, because a loud crash came from the other side of the door, and they opened it just in time to find Little Paisy, their mistress' little sister, trying to collect from the ground all sorts of sweet loaves and little biscuits with berries, fallen from a heavy bucket she was holding.
"Here honey, let us help you" offered Anya.
And so, they temporarily had to drop the oh-so-juicy-regal-gossip, but rest assured that whispers already became to wander through the thick stone walls of the castle, that The King in The Nord was reborn from ancient magic to lead them…and had indeed the most regal pair of buttocks.