A revolt against the slave

Back in the palace, even the air itself is tense. Of course, Sansa stepped back, humiliated by Loras' pretty direct threat, but the rest of the girls are very understandably pissed by the fact that Astrid, condemned for betraying the king is safe and sound between them.

"My mother was right. Men think with their dicks! And we thought the king would be any different..." A favorite sighs as others nod in agreement.

Astrid insisted to stay in her room and take a bath in the middle of the night, but Tamara insisted to go. After all, everyone already thinks she is given special treatment, walking around after curfew would just hammer the final the nail in the coffin.

So now, she needs to sit here and take all the remarks thrown at her.

"I wonder if she thinks that highly of herself. It's not like she's beautiful or talented. She's just a good slut."

"You heard what her friend said. Of course, she's a good slut. She fucked everyone in her village."

Thankfully, Astrid is done very quick