Letters from your son

As the final week drew to a close, you as the Matriarch of House Devinn were more interested in how the King would deal with Lord Baelish and explain having a family of sluts than in correspondence with her real, actual child.

You did read some correspondences, but denied the presence of the King as much as you had for the duration of Tanda's creation, your interests in anything other than what needed to be done to be reunited with the King eroded.

During the first month, Lord Varys let you know how your distractions and Roslin's knowledge had allowed him to insert his Little Birds all over Lord Baelish's interests, and had even discreetly taken control of the docks your family owned out of Lord Baelish's agent's hands. Roslin did point out that that just meant you had swapped one owner using your lands for their own interests, but Lord Varys assured you he had other docks and would only have a hand in yours until Lord Baelish is removed from the game.

During the second month, the King wrote to you. Informing you of what his bastard cousin knew, and how that information had been used. It turned out Lord Baelish really had taken Lysa Tully's virginity. And young Robert Arryn, Lysa's Sweetrobin, was Lord Baelish's.

You were biting your lip in fear that you would be hosting Lysa Tully and making her a Devinn before you could taste the King's cock once more, when you noticed letters that all had the same handwriting. All from your son.

Aedan... it had only been two months, but your home in King's Landing did not resemble what he would have remembered.

Due to your need to decrease outside influences, you'd dismissed your servants. It had led to you relearning skills in cleaning, tidying, cooking, baking, etc. It had helped make Tanda a more subservient young woman, more humble.

As your degeneracy had grown, clothes had become something worn when going into the city or attending Court. It was normal for you to be naked all day, kissing and fondling the other women in your home. And with Ser Loras' arrival, sex could happen at any time. Only oral and anal, but sex all the same.

Even sat at her desk looking at your correspondences, you are rubbing your cunt. It seemed ridiculous that you were once blackmailed into such behaviour that had become... normal and ideal for you.

• Dearest Mother, the journey at sea is harsher than any time I was aboard any ship at home, but is far safer than trying to travel across land in these warring times. I am thankful for Obara's support and friendship...
• Dearest Mother, this may reach you before the precious letter I wrote. I have arrived in Dorne and the heat is no joke. I really appreciate the difficulties Aegon the Conqueror would have faced in trying to war on this Kingdom...
• Dear Mother, in the time since I last saw your face I believe I have improved enough in arms to have won a melee at one of the King's Tourneys. Obara says I have yet to be any match for her father on horseback though...
• Dear Mother, there is a self-sufficient attitude here that Infind exhilarating, and lament it's absence in my recollections of home and King's Landing. Even during my time in the Vale as the Late Lord Arryn's ward, I did not see such. I suspect the harsher climate, and would further guess I might see similar in the North...
• Mother, are my letters reaching you?
• Mother, there has been no word from you. But I have been receiving word of you. Please explain the family that was never mentioned before...
• Lady Devinn, if I should even dishonour myself further for calling a 'Lady', the behaviour I hear of concerning you and this Aunt and Sister I know nothing of is unseemly. To publicly expose yourselves, it makes me wonder how often your past 'accidents' were indeed such.
• Whore. That is what you are isn't it? The woman who birthed me is also the woman I... Obara has been kind, and her family welcoming. I shall not return. You have made our House a brothel and our legacy a... a cumrag! I divorce you from my hear and life. Your son Aedan Devinn died at sea. There is only Dan Waters, a sworn sword of Prince Oberyn Martell.

Unwittingly, your rubbing had increased as you'd been reading, and on reading the last condemnation of yourself, you threw your head back and cried out as a shameful orgasm ripped through your body and took away any remaining dignity you had left.

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