Enjoy your life

"I have won" you decide.

With 20 000 Dragons you have no longer any ambition for fame or glory.

The people in the streets of Kingslanding call you Sir Forfeit, or knight of quitting. You don't care. Fuck them. Fuck the City. Fuck this smelly, miserable bloody continent. gods damn Fuck them all to hells.

You are rich now. You hire bodyguards, some servants and sail straight to Lys. There you buy a modest estate at the shore. You buy yourself five beautiful silver haired **** girls that satisfy your every whim. food, drink, female company. Leisure. Thats all you desire. While you are clever enough to calculate your money so it will be enough for 20 or 30 years, there is really nothing you need to worry about.

Life is sweet.

You wake up every morning with the smell of a hearty breakfast in your nose and your stiff cock in a young girls mouth. you enjoy your day watching the beautiful sapphire sea on the lysene shore wandering through the clean colorful streets of this beautiful island, celebrating your life and fortune with whores, rare spices and watching blood sports. You chat with traders and amuse yourself about their made up stories about leviathans, dragons, ghouls, ghostgras and mermaids. You meet with likeminded companions to enjoy the infamous pleasure dome of Lys. You enjoy walking the unassailable marble walls that surround most of the islands harbor-city. You wear armor no more. After one year in Lys the lovely you are dressed in green velvet and white silk. waring rings and bracelets of lapis lazuli and peridot.

Life is sweet

You go home using your personal sex toys like the warm wet meat gloves they are and amuse yourself on your own power over them. Thinking how those silver haired bitches are the meekest most compliable creatures the gods ever send men for there pleasure. While watching the sun setting red into the blackening sea in the west, your back is always turned east, you are sure not a thing in the world will ever go wrong again for you.

"You are a master now..." you whisper to yourself while drifting into the gentle sleep of the ignorant.