You don't even know how to make soap...

You wait for a bit outside of the tower, pretending to be on patrol, messing with the gunpowder barrels and sometimes pretending to have lost something, only to mislead the other watchers, waiting for your path to be clear and safe.

A few minutes later, you are walking up Maester’s tower flights of stairs, sheltering yourself on your heavy, dark cloak.

There’s a feint light sneaking below the door to Maester’s chamber, oscilating from time to time. The fireplace was still alight, probably. From there leaked a strong scent of incense, that your first sniff of it made you relax instantly.

You knocked on the door thrice. It took him a few seconds to arrive at the door, but he saw you through the gap between it and the wall and welcomed you in.

“Hi, Maester Avamys”, you say as you go in, trembling under your clothes. It was much warmer inside than you had imagined, and that was great.

“Hello, boy. So you came?”, he asked, smiling. He already had a smile even before opening the door. You suspected that was his default neutral expression.

Yes. You said you were in need of help, so here i am”, you said, pretending that there wasn’t anything suspect about that.

“What a good boy”, the Master went to his table, where he took a note of something, then took a seat and kept on writing.

“I am only doing my job, sir”, you approached the fireplace and rubbed your hands together, seeking warmth on the heat of the flames.

“Help yourself with some tea”, he said.

“Would you like some?”

“No, thank you”.

You poured a little for yourself on a small cup and drank from it. It was lukewarm and with little sugar, the way Maester said he liked it.

He wrote slowly.

“So, Koby... you are not as innocent as you may seem, are you?”

“I... don’t know, sir. I am not sure what you are talking about.”

“I am positive you understood my request. You understood what i meant when i told you to come here, late as it is”, he didn’t even look at you, all you could see was his backside.

“You told me to come here and help you...”, of course, you wouldn’t say what you were thinking, your blushing cheeks already revealed enough about your thoughts , but there was still chance of you being mistaken, and you didn’t want that to be embarrassing.

“Yes. Help me”, the Maester laughed softly. “I like that. You pretend to be innocent... pretend to be a fool. You knew exactly what i was talking about when i asked you to come here. So, let’s get this started”, without facing you, he indicated you to his room with his finger. “Get in my bedroom and get rid of those black and nasty watcher clothes. Take a seat on the bed and make yourself comfortable, soon i’ll meet you in there.”

“... Alright”, you say

Now you were certain.

That old man wanted to have his way with you or do something weird. You just weren’t sure in the hell he would do that.