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Medietas prostitution scenario?

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede was, in a word, beautiful. While worlds and standards and all the rubrics to measure such things shifted and varied here, that fact remained largely unchanged: the former prince, immortal as he now was, still stood out even in a crowd. His face was fine-boned but not so feminine as to confuse his gender, and while he was edging between willowy and not his body was not weak by any definition.

And he enjoyed using it to various ends: particularly, he liked sex, and in quite a few of its forms. He was good at it, too, hence being employed as a prostitute. Ganymede had never found any shame in the job, and while he couldn't claim to have never come to harm in the course of doing it, he'd never let anyone get him in over his head more than once.

What remained unknown in this city was seeing what kind of influence Petyr Baelish exerted over the people he paid to work for him. Ganymede was curious as he waited, bare ankles crossed, for the man to come to him rather than exploring the house without aim.

PSL | For Sansa

[littlexfinger]

He knows that he can't stay here in Winterfell much longer. If he keeps using the weather as an excuse not to travel, eventually it really will be bad enough to make travel inadvisable. The men he brought from the Vale are getting impatient to return home, and his tenuous authority with them is at risk of getting weaker. He's already been through what's left of the library and found nothing worth spending any more time on. Sansa might tolerate his presence here, but Jon Snow won't for much longer. It's time to be going. He just hoped he could put that off until Sansa was willing to return with him.

He'll just have to hope that he can convince her to come later. Perhaps after her time in King's Landing, she'll be tired of the isolation of Winterfell. It is her home, but he'd bet that it's not the same one she remembers from her childhood.

The first few flakes of the day are dusting his shoulders as he walks back through the gate and into the courtyard of Winterfell, having just informed the Vale men that they will start their return journey in the morning. Now all that remains is to make sure he's ready to go, and inform his hosts that he will be leaving.