"I will be sharing my chamber with you," Daenerys finishes.
That declaration stuns you. You mutter unsteadily "I... think I may have misheard you, Your Grace. For a moment, it sounded as though you just said I would be sharing a room-"
"With me," Daenerys interrupts, nodding, "You heard right. I wish to know everything about the current Seven Kingdoms as soon as possible, and as my most recent and available source, I would like to keep you close to me at all times."
You have to admit that the princess is making a valid argument. However, that hardly seems a big enough reason for you to room with her. You query "Is that your only reason for having us share a room, Your Grace?"
"Not quite," Daenerys tells you, "As it happens, I have another reason, which I will not reveal to you just yet. I note you seem hesitant with this arrangement, Brynden. Does the thought of sharing my chamber displease you?"
You hastily shake your head and raise your hands. You exclaim "No, no! Not at all, Your Grace! On the contrary, I am honored by the prospect. But at the same time, I was somewhat dubious. I mean, you've known me for less than half an hour, yet you're willing to sleep in the same room as I. I have never heard of a royal who would do such a thing."
Daenerys lightly smiles. "I understand your reservations, but you need not worry on them. Already, I can tell you are not the type of man who would **** himself onto a woman. I know that because my husband WAS that type, but I could handle him."
You would not ever take advantage of a woman, regardless of how beautiful or **** she may seem. You are glad the young blond woman seems to have faith in your character.
"Now," Daenerys resumes, looking over at her handmaids, "I would like to make Brynden feel at home. Let us help him get settled. Irri, Jhiqui, draw a bath for him. Doreah, we should find something more appropriate for him to wear."
"Yes, Khalessi," the three older women declare in unison.
You would actually appreciate a bath. You have not had one in over a week, and it was more of a scrub than a thorough wash. You wonder what clothes Daenerys has in mind for you.
The princess then leaves the chamber; Doreah follows her out. At the same time, Irri and Jhiqui gently take your arms and lead you into the next, which turns out to be a fine bathroom. There is a large copper tub in the center. The handmaids proceed to fill it with hot water.
Once the tub is almost entirely full, you prepare to begin to remove your armor and clothes. However, before you can even take off your boots, Irri and Jhiqui approach you. They tell you "Please leave everything to us, ser."
You are bewildered by that implication. You nervously mutter "I can undress and wash myself."
They shake their heads and insist "This is our duty. The Khalessi orders it."
While you are still a little hesitant, Irri and Jhiqui seem quite adamant. Apparently, they will not accept a refusal. So, you state in defeat "Very well."
Irri and Jhiqui speedily get you out of your breastplate, gauntlets, greaves, boots, socks, doublet, tunic, breeches, and smallclothes. Once you are totally naked, they help you into the tub. They soap and rinse your hair and body. They are very thorough; they do not miss any part of you. You are tempted to cover yourself when they get to your lower body, but your resistance is pointless. Despite how vigorous these two handmaids are being, you cannot help but feel a little turned on by this treatment. Thankfully, your manhood does not give away your excitement.
When you are clean all over, Irri and Jhiqui help you out of the tub, and they towel you off. Once you are dry, you wrap a towel around your waist. You feel quite refreshed.
A few minutes later, Irri and Jhiqui lead you back out into the bedchamber. Daenerys and Doreah have already returned, and they have brought something for you to wear.
What have they brought you?
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