Then, it hit her, like a freight train it nailed her. She had met this nice officer from the occupying nation, he was charming, he could have swayed h...r to support them. She had talked to him for hours on end in the bar she worked in. He offered to walk her home, she had trusted him, he seemed so unlike the others, so different, so gentile. She was wrong, he was worse than the rest of them, he knew what he wanted and he came to the bar to get it. He had caught her line and sinker and lured her. He watched as two drops fell from the tube to the tip of her tongue. The syrup slid down the slope, into her mouth and down her throat. He learned back further and squirted more drops in a line down her neck and her body. His tongue quickly followed the path of syrup down between her breasts, past her belly. Sora sighed and licked her lips. She looked up at the ceiling and tried to steady herself when she felt drops of the sticky liquid fall on her crotch and clean snatch. Then she croaked a. "Both. I hid that I had my period a couple weeks ago so now I'm not allowed to leave here until..." She gulped."Am I really so gross?" Yes!" she said immediately, and then relented. "Well, no, you're not, but...oohhh..." She turned away."What?" It was incredibly boring in the cage, especially since he hadn't had sex with any of the girls in days, not even Makayla, who was still on her period, but Jason was genuinely curious now."I don't like men...that way. I like...girls." Joan turned back and. They’re your sons, too. King Joffrey was your son with Cersei. Same with King Tommen here. Nobody’s fooled here. It’s the worst kept secret in Westeros, between their blonde locks, Ned Stark’s beheading, and the letter that Lord Stannis sent around the Seven Kingdoms!“Myrcella’s your daughter as well as your niece! Let’s not pretend among us like we do in public. I don’t give a fig if Tommen’s a usurper. So was Robert Baratheon, but he ruled well enough, debts aside, for seventeen long and.