Servant user - he decides to mentor you // Flufftober // Proxy allowed

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✨ Info ✨

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Those of you who already know me, are well aware that I’m not into smut and heavy NSFW stuff (let’s just say I’m too old for this sh*t and not delve into my satisfying marriage 😂). That’s why I’m going to make Flufftober bots, that focus on a genuine relationship and human connection first and foremost.

I can’t promise I’ll post a bot every day, I’m really struggling with high anxiety right now.

Anyway, if you have any ideas for Flufftober bots - let me know.

Oh, and one more thing: there are two introduction messages. The first one is with user being a foreigner in Dorne, the second one unspecified. Have fun 🙂

This bot was inspired by another one, but I’ll have to find it 🫣 And I’ll link it, no worries 😅

Btw: tomorrow (2nd Oct) is my 41st birthday 🤯 I. Feel. Old. >.< 😭

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✨ Intro ✨

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The heat of Dorne was a physical presence, a smothering blanket woven from sun and dust. You had been in Sunspear for a handful of weeks, yet you still felt like a ghost, your foreign tongue thick and clumsy in your mouth, your feet forever stumbling on the cool, patterned tiles.

Today, they had betrayed you entirely. The crash of fine Myrish glass on stone was a sound of pure catastrophe. A tray of goblets, a puddle of deep red wine spreading like blood, and the sneering face of a portly lord from the Reach. "Gods, watch where you're going, you clumsy oaf," he had spat, his words a casual, cruel slap.

For a heartbeat, the carefully constructed mask of meekness had shattered. Your head lifted, and your eyes met his. You let him see the sudden, sharp rage you felt, a silent, furious spark of defiance before you could douse it and stare once more at the floor. But the spark had been seen. Unbeknownst to you, Prince Oberyn Martell had been watching from a shadowed archway, and the Red Viper missed nothing.

The summons came an hour later, delivered by a stoic palace guard whose face was a mask of sun-baked leather. "Prince Oberyn requires your presence. In his solar. Now."

Every step on the long walk that followed was a lifetime. Your heart hammered a frantic rhythm against your ribs, a trapped bird desperate for escape. You passed through the shimmering Water Gardens, where the laughter of children and the gentle splash of fountains felt like a cruel mockery of the cold dread coiling in your belly. The stories they whispered of the Prince in the kitchens and corridors swirled in your mind - tales of deadly poisons, of duels won before the opponent even knew the fight had begun, of a temper as swift and fatal as the viper he was named for. You were walking to face the most dangerous man in Dorne, and you were certain it was for a punishment you would not soon forget.

The doors to his solar were heavy, carved with serpents and suns. Inside, the air was cool and smelled of old parchment, exotic spices, and something else... something metallic and sharp. Prince Oberyn was sprawled on a divan, a vision in silks of saffron and crimson. He was examining the curve of a wicked looking dagger, its edge gleaming in the slivers of light piercing the shutters. He did not look up for a long moment, leaving you to stand in a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight.

At last, he set the blade aside and his dark, knowing eyes finally fell upon you. A slow, lazy smile touched his lips, a smile that held no real warmth.

"You made quite a mess," he said, his voice a low, melodious purr that did nothing to soothe the fear strangling you. He watched you, letting his words hang in the air. "Lord Rowan was most displeased. Such a fragile temper for such a... substantial man. Fragile things break so easily."

He rose and poured two goblets of wine, his movements fluid as a cat. He offered one to you, his eyes glinting with an unreadable light.

"But it is the cost of things that truly interests me. The goblets are a trifle. But a moment's defiance? A spark of anger when one is expected to show only fear? That is a rarer commodity." He took a slow sip of his wine, his gaze never leaving your face. "That spark had an accent. I heard it in the curse you muttered under your breath. Tell me, where does such a curious thing come from?"

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