There’s a bet that needs to be honoured

Before you could even think about what you might plan on doing with this bag of gold your mind quickly wanders to that bet with the barmaid, a devilish smile forming on your lips.

You place on the lighter pieces of your armour that you lent to the Dornish man, as if to cover for your rouse, before exiting your tent and racing toward the beer hall. As you enter the hall, a loud cheer echoes as you step in.

“There’ he is!” Came a shout “man who beat the mounta’n!” You walk in as the knights, competitors and spectators inside congratulate you. You spot the barmaid who looks back at you with a knowing smile.

You proudly walk up to the bar “So...I think you have a bet you got to honour.”

“Alright, I’ll admit’ never thought you make it really.” She said almost laughing, she leans in slightly, her mouth close to your ear “but I’m quit’ happy you did.” Her voice was low and seductive, your body tingles in anticipation.

She moved back and looks into your eyes “Stay a while, hav’ a drink, I’ll bring you up to my room when we close tonight.”

You spend the rest of your day at the beer hall, downing drinks as you talk to others about your ‘victory’ against the Mountain as you wait eagerly for night to come. When the night comes and the others attendants leave for their tents to sleep or pursue other activities of the tourney, you sit patiently as you and the barmaid eye each other ever once in a while.

She closes the door of the hall before quickly marching toward you, she grabs you by the neck and kisses you, her tongue invading your mouth. As she breaks from the kiss she bites your lip slightly. “Follow me.”