What will you do now, dear little Queen? March on to Winterfell, where you will be welcomed by Lord Rickon Stark and his sister, Lady Sansa Stark. Yes... they are both free of their captors and House Bolton has been massacred, except for Lady Walda Bolton and their babe, of course,” I declared to the little Queen.“You would have us gather our army ... to winter at Winterfell? With the brother and sister of the usurper Robb Stark?” Melisandre’s voice proved chillier than ice.“Yes, for Robb Stark. The youngest wakes at the slightest sound.’ ‘I could take you to a hotel, or . . . ‘ He looked at her by the light of the passing street lights and the instrument panel of the Bentley. ‘I could offer to let you sleep at my place, you can have one of the guest beds, you can even lock the door if you feel that you cannot trust me to behave myself.’ ‘I don’t have much choice do I?’ Miles showed her where everything was, the en-suite bathroom, the wardrobe where she could hang her dress, a supply. Zoe’s unwillingness to submit to his constant requests now seemed unexplainable. In fact the night she gave up her cherry changed her completely. It was like a eureka moment, the feelings and sensations she experienced on that first night opened up a whole new world to her. Yes she had often masturbated, and had regularly felt horny, as if something was missing in her life. The emotional sensation as her boyfriend pushed his hard cock into her pussy, opened up a world of craving for more, he. Such larger-than-life characters can be lonely even as they exude the feeling of being party animals. But you never know and she certainly seemed happy enough.I was dreading the carnival, with its booming, farting speakers shooting out dance music with incomprehensible neo-English lyrics over insistent bass lines, its traffic-choked streets and the hordes of revelers who seemed to enjoy not being able to hear themselves think, let alone speak.This particular night I had no choice but to be in.