In Maester's room

You don’t know what you are doing. You really don’t.

With a timid and abashed gait you go inside Maester’s bedroom. Even inside the room, you could still hear Maester’s feather hitting the inkpot and returning to the sheet of scroll atop of Avamys’ table.

Your attention was taken away by a bright lightsource and the thin sound of snapping of wood, after your mind had focused on what was in front of you. A fireplace... this man has two fireplaces for two of the rooms on his chamber? Well, that makes sense. After all, he was the only one who could heal the wounded, had the knowledge on how to make good elixirs and was also a great counselor and friend for the Lord Commander. If it weren’t for those crackling flames, a disease or hypothermia could crawl from the freezing darkness right into the poor man’s room and kill him during his sleep. And then, they would have to call for a new Maester, younger, less adept e and unknown to the watchers. His life’s worth was immense.

Comparing it to the rest, this room was pure luxury. You almost couldn’t imagine Lord Commander’s bedroom. There was a couch next to the fireplace, probably for reading. The bed was kingsized, tall and with a long mantle of animal hide (probably a bear) stretched over it. There was also a chest where Maester’s robes were kept, and on the corner, a long wooden table with “Maester stuff”.

Back to business.

You slowly undo the laces and knots that fasten your clothes. Firstly, your thick gloves, and then your long cloak... you leave it atop a wood chair on the corner. Then, your vest. After that, two wool shirts, the coated pants, socks and boots. And then, the underwear. In around two minutes you were absolutely naked. Following orders, right? Only following orders. Maester was your superior, after all.

You kicked the pile of clothing next to the fireplace, where they could stay warm for you to wear later.They were far enough that they wouldn’t burn.

Inside, standing on your feet and nude, you were warmer than fully clothed outside. It was incredible how the temperature could be insulated inside those chambers. It was a blessing.

And then, as commanded, you sat on Maester’s bed. The hair on the fur blanket were soft and didn’t even tickle your legs, it was like a fluffy and gentle plume touching you. Your immediate thoughts were to throw yourself and stretch yourself on that kingsize bed like it belonged to you. But it didn’t, and you knew that. Wouldn’t take that liberty, maybe it would be too much.