You do not know just how much time elapses, but it must be several hours. Of course, being surrounded by five attractive half-naked ladies makes it difficult to focus on the time. Or much else, for that matter.
You cuddle with Lady Catelyn, Mira, Sera, Queen Margaery, and Queen Talisa for most of the night. All the while, you can hear the sounds of battle in the distance. Once or twice, you swear you hear an explosion of some sort. But you do not let it trouble you. As long as you are in this carriage, you feel as though all your troubles are meaningless.
Sometime after midnight, there is a knock on the door to the carriage. At that, Queen Margaery sits up a little, keeping both her arms around you tenderly. She calls out "Who is it?"
"It is I, Your Grace," a deep yet feminine voice responds. You recognize the voice as Brienne of Tarth's. You are glad to hear her. Although you greatly enjoyed being with these other five ladies, it was not quite the same without the tall blond knight.
Margaery smiles, lets go of you for a moment, wraps her cloak around her exposed chest, and approaches the door to the carriage. She cracks it open to peek outside, and she asks "What news of the siege, Brienne?"
"The battle is won, Your Grace," Brienne of Tarth proudly declares, "King Renly and King Robb breached the walls of King's Landing hours ago. Not thirty minutes ago, they stormed the Red Keep. Their combined armies are securely the city as we speak."
"What of the Lannisters?" says Queen Talisa.
"They've all been captured," Brienne reports. Everybody smiles at that, including you.
"And my daughters?" Lady Catelyn asks in concern.
"I am afraid Princess Arya is nowhere to be found, my lady," Lady Brienne reveals, "But rest assured; Princess Sansa is safe."
Catelyn Stark is left both relieved and apprehensive by that news. One of her daughters is alive and well, but the other is unaccounted for.
Wanting to help ease her worries, you lean closer to the Lady of Winterfell, place a comforting hand on her shoulder, and tell her "Do not fret, milady, please. I am certain your younger daughter is alright. Surely you or King Robb would have heard by now if some misfortune had befallen her."
Those kind words seem to ease Lady Catelyn's tension. She smiles at you and pulls you into a tender hug. She gently pats your diapered bottom and whispers "Thank you, Brynden."
"You are very welcome," you mutter, your head planted against Lady Catelyn's exposed breasts. You are sorely tempted to fondle one of them, but you do not want to ruin this tender moment. Of course, since the front of your diaper is pressed against her leg, she undoubtedly knows you are enjoying being held like this.
"The kings sent me to fetch you all," Lady Brienne declares, "I am to escort you into the city and up to the Red Keep immediately."
"Very well," says Queen Margaery, opening the door a little wider and backing away from it. It seems less cold now than it was earlier. "Would you care to join us in here?"
Lady Brienne is surprised by that offer. "I am a knight, Your Grace. It would hardly be appropriate of me to ride with my queen and her companions."
"Never mind that, my lady," Queen Talisa counters, "In this vehicle, we are all equals. Status is unimportant here. We would be honored if you rode with us."
"Indeed," Margaery agrees with the other queen. She then looks over at you and mutters "Unless, of course, Brynden would prefer to enter King's Landing on Aerion. If he so chooses, someone will have to ride with him."
"I would be happy to oblige him," says Brienne.
"So would I," says Catelyn Stark, letting go of you and giving you some space.
The six ladies gaze at you expectantly, awaiting your decision. You take am moment to reflect on your options.
Should you enter the city on horseback? Or should you enter in a carriage?
Here is another way to consider that choice:
Will you enter King's Landing in full clothing and armor? Or will you enter it in nothing but a diaper?
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