Vira's Tower Cell

"We'll I'm certainly not going to judge," Vira said. "I gave horns to both Rhaella Targaryen and Visenya Targaryen."

"It can get dull up in here," she admitted. "I should for you to visit more."

"That would be wonderful. You're very kind," Vira said.

"How do you mean?" Vira asked politely. "We are hardly anything alike. I am a peasant, and you have always been nobility."

Vira's eyes hardened. "Just because we are both adept at seducing men does not mean that you and I have anything else in common besides that, Adara. A woman can take her pleasure where she finds it without making her bedroom adventures the sole object of her existence, like you do. I don't "do as I like and damn the consequences", or else I'd have truly killed the king with my own hands and admitted it to his wife's face. Many women dislike me, and with good reason, but I can assure you it's not because they think I'm a walking vagina. I'm afraid people might think that of you, however, and that is where we differ. If you want to find a like-minded companion who thinks of nothing but pillow play and clothes then you had better ask Mistress Bella to find you a friendly whore for a companion. If you want to better yourself then I am more than happy to spend time with you, and maybe prepare you for the husband King Maekar will find for you, but pray don't mistake me again to be the kind of woman who lives only for fun and bedroom pleasures."

"If you are blood of the dragon, then act like it instead of like a scullery maid with nothing to offer but what's between her legs," Vira snapped. "Seven hells, I come from the class of scullery maids and I know better. But in any case it won't matter. You have no choice, my dear. The King will decide who your husband shall be, and you'll marry as you're told to. As will I." Here there was a hint of bitterness in Vira's voice. "There, there, I did not mean to make you cry. Gods, woman, you give credence to all the men who say that womenfolk are little more than children with teats."

"Oh sweet seven hells," Vira groaned. "You are truly the most painfully pathetic creature I have ever had the misfortune to clap my eyes on and the only reason I am not slapping you now is because it might make you faint. Your pain? What pain have you possibly experienced besides the soreness between your legs in the morning? I'm an orphan who grew up in poverty, whose parents were raped and murdered, my friends were raped and murdered, my entire village put to the sword, and now I'm on trial for regicide, and you come here to bleat at me about your whore's problems? I'm afraid I cannot continue to entertain your company, Adara, but my guards will be very happy to show you a good time, and I'll be sure to tell the King to find you a husband with a big cock. But one more protest out of you about your future nuptials and I'll tell him to marry you to a dwarf."