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ASOIAF/GOT; 68: [Interlude] Naked Weapon (II)
🕑 Added 2024-04-22 06:00:07 +0000 UTC~~~Ros, Second Moon, 277 AC~~~
~~~Madame Fabiane's Palace, Pink Zone~~~
Madame Fabiane's palace was a beautiful and captivating structure, made of seawater green bricks and high white vaulted ceilings, with wide hallways, multiple fountains in almost every room, as well as the unique scent of cinnamon and lavender wafting through the air.
It was a beautiful place, but underneath all those facets was what the palace was: a place made to train women with no future to become weapons, women whose presence alone was enough to start conflicts.
Not much was known about Madame Fabiane; in fact, I had only seen her the day she recruited me from a hostel in one of the huge stables. After that, she disappeared, and we only received directions or training from different people.
I had learned not to leave the place without permission. After many girls were never seen again after sneaking out, Madame Fabiane had eyes everywhere, which included the fact that all the women she sheltered and trained ended up working for them, making trusting my companions a cause for concern.
They had taught me a lot, getting to the point where I knew how to kill a man with just my palm, without the need to make him bleed. It was something amazing and at the same time terrifying, especially because the death was quick and painful, especially because the victim could not do anything after attacking him.
And now, it was time to make use of those abilities.
"Hello, my girls!" Madame Fabiane entered the room where I and ten other companions were.
Madame Fabiane was a tall woman with a fair complexion, violet eyes, and platinum blonde hair. If I didn't know she came from Lys, I would think she was a member of the Targaryen royal family.
Madame Fabiane had a strange aura; she was confident, but at the same time she moved her eyes everywhere; it was as if she were looking for enemies; perhaps that was the distrustful behavior that had made her stay alive for several years, since, as far as she knew, she had been in this business for more than five years.
And now that she had the protection of the crown in Xandar, her power soared even more.
"As you must know, whatever is said in this room, IS stays in this room; the crown gave us a job. You will travel to the location, show up at the marriage of one of the Purebloods of Qarth, and focus on these eight men." Madame Fabiane continued explaining, while some women, with their faces covered by veils, handed us some sheets where there was a painting of the faces of several men.
"Those are your objectives; achieve your purpose and comply with the indications in the letter. I have high expectations of you girls; don't disappoint me."
With that said, Madame Fabiane gave us one last look and soon departed, leaving the eleven of us alone in the room.
Seeing that I needed to get ready, I got up and headed to my room, where I packed my dresses, as well as the daggers and potion bottles Madame Fabiane gave us.
It was after half an hour that I was guided to a caravan heading to Qarth, where it would take me and my companions to the Queen of Cities. The place where I would kill again, remembering that fat man I defended myself from those moons ago.
The journey took only a week, thanks to the roads built that made the trip much faster and safer, so the sight of the walls of Qarth showed quickly. They were large and well-kept; unfortunately, after living in Xandar and witnessing their beauty, these walls in front of me no longer made an impression on me.
When we arrived in the city, we noticed that there was already a large encampment just outside the city, with Xandar banners and occupied by members of the unsullied legions. So when our caravan arrived at the city gate, we were requisitioned, asked questions, and let in after showing invitations proving we would be in town for the marriage of one of the Purebloods.
From the city walls to the palace of the members of the Purebloods, it only took us a few minutes—enough time to arrive and give us time to get ready for the event that would be tonight.
At exactly seven o'clock in the evening, as shown on our watches, the marriage began, revealing that a man was hunting with a girl four times her age. It was a disgusting thing to see. Fortunately, the man would get what he deserved.
After the party, my companions and I got down to business, each going with a Pureblood to their rooms to sleep with them. In my case, I chose one who looked clean, if that term existed in this city in the first place.
The man led me to his chambers, a spacious, furnished room filled with fluffy furniture and rich Myr tapestries.
"Very well, let me see if the whores of Lys are what the stories say," the man told me. That was something many believed, believing that we all came from Lys and were mere whores, something that would change after facing their fate.
Without wasting time, I set about removing the dress I was wearing, a simple silk dress, leaving me naked in front of the man, who began to remove his garments as well.
Immediately, I began to dance sensually, without taking my eyes off him and always attentive to him and the door of the room. Although I was not as expert in all this murder as my other companions, what I was an expert in was keeping a man happy. Years of prostitution taught me that.
Seeing that my man was already getting horny, I decided to approach him, running my hands over his chest and abdomen and noticing his quickened breathing. 'Good, keep it up'.
Taking control of the situation, I pushed him towards the bed, climbing on it myself moments later. He wanted to start sex right away; instead, I made him turn over and lay on his stomach.
That's how he gave me room to start massaging his back, starting with his broad shoulders and his neck, all the while running my tender hands up and down his taut back, as he moaned in satisfaction.
However, as I kept a confident smile on my face, and he laughed at the satisfaction of being able to relax in the safety of the palace, I continued downward until I reached my target.
The method of assassination that we had been taught was to use the spine of the person. According to the indications, the spine was what transmitted the signals sent by the mind, which at the same time commanded the whole body. I did not know the veracity behind that, but what I did know was that once the spine was wounded, bye-bye legs or even life.
And that's what I did. When I reached his spine, which was marked on his back, I proceeded to put the fingers of my hand together and force them into his spine. Immediately, I felt my fingers pass between two hard things, which I guessed were the parts of that bone.
With my left hand on the man's mouth so that he could not scream or make noise, and with my right hand on the man's spine, I proceeded to lift one of the bones in the man's spine and then put the bone back in place, all the while feeling in my hand how the man's breathing accelerated.
After feeling no more air coming out of either the man's mouth or nose, I stood up and gathered my clothes, then dressed and left the room.
Once there, two guards at the door stopped me, asking why I had gone out alone, so without thinking twice, I took one of the daggers that were in my dress and stabbed them between the ribs, where I knew the lung was. That would give me time to go to the safe house and stay there until it was safe to leave.
As for my other companions, if they did their job well and managed to escape, I would see them back at the safe house, since at this point the priority was to get out of this palace alive.
I knew the importance of this mission. It was assumed that the men that my companions and I would assassinate were those who controlled and commanded the army of Qarth, so once they were gone, the army would be leaderless and would give room for the armies of Xandar to take the city without complications, hence the faith that Madame Fabiane had in us since this would earn her mountains of gold from the crown while her status in the kingdom rose.
