No... stick around a little while longer

Oberyn smiles with a hand pressing against his paramour ass. "Suit yourself. I rather get my dick suck then witness a corpse getting whisp away." With that, he and she left with both hands cupping one another butt.

You shook your head that wields a grin at their none modesty. You sat at your table to get a better visible look towards the fallen king. The silent sisters came in their grey clothes and hoods that hide nothing but their eyes. They went over to the purple-faced king to remove his body.

You watch the sisters carry him away from the Red Keep as a hand taps you on your back. You turn to see the young king grandfather, Tywin Lannister. His grey hair still has a hint of blonde from his youth. His commanding emerald-colored orbs stare steadily into yours.

He spoke in a deep voice. " I heard you are the man who won the jousting tournament?"