Preparation

You had a few other customers, and a few of the them repeated your son's roleplay of yourself as one of the Tully sisters, until finally you were returned home discreetly.

In the morning, you washed yourself thoroughly before heading off toward the stables to watch your son put a saddle on the horse he'll be riding in the tourney. A brown chestnut, with a black hair braided to keep it out of your son's way. You received the horse from a customer in lieu of coin.

The man had named the horse, Molly, after his first whore, he told you. Molly tried to get the apple from your hand, which finally drew your son's attention to you. You playfully passed the apple from hand to hand making Molly's head go back in forth. You finally gave her the apple after teasing her and looked over at your son.

He doesn't know you took his Virginity

Watching him leave, your attention arrives on a hook-nosed man with grey hair watching your son ride away.

"I remember those tits." you blush, you don't recognise him. How could he- "You showed them to the King." Oh. Still... That is not what happened!

"And who might you be, Sir?"

"No Sir, not me. Brom the Sellsword, currently in the employ of Lord Hand, Tyrion Lannister. I heard that your son rides now to be entering the tourney. I will give you some sound advice. Go stop him. Failing that, tell him this; Get put out early." he looked sincere.