The Affair Of The Poisons

The Affair Of The Poisons

Author: Wardown

Words: 22,858

Status: Unfinished

Rating: Explicit

Language: English

https://archiveofourown.org/works/81769111/chapters/223387281.

Chapter 17, The Legilimens

"I look ridiculous", said the scarred, dead-eyed woman called Meris, as she clambered into the set of robes, which Alys had brought with her to the Red Keep. The witch, herself, wore a magnificent robe of blue silk, embroidered with golden pentangles, and circles. Her companion was clad in a less elaborate robe of brown wool cloth, similarly decorated. A mage's apprentice.

"Your wand, Meris". She handed it over to her. She had bought it from a theatrical outfitters'.

"F\*ck’s sake."

"It's about creating and maintaining the right kind of image", said Alys.

"Why bother with image? Apply a set of hot irons to the bastard's cock, and he'll ope his lips, right enough."

"I don't do that sort of work. You must understand, Meris, that the world is divided into two classes. Those who can be tortured, and those who can not. Lord Baelish is of the class who may not be tortured. Although, by the time we're finished with him, he might wish that he was a member of the torturable class. " The other woman raised her eyebrows, interested at last.

"Does that mean, I'm going to see some magic?"

"Of a sort."