Nights in King's Landing were a breeding ground for desire.
For the first time, a different scent filled Lynn's establishments.
A silk merchant who frequented the place seemed distracted tonight.
The girl beneath him worked hard, but his nose kept twitching involuntarily.
The pungent mix of sweat and cheap perfume was gone.
In its place was a clean, fresh soapberry scent unlike anything he had ever smelled.
It was faint, yet like an invisible cat's paw, it scratched an itch deep inside him.
Afterward, almost without thinking, he gave her an extra Silver Stag.
"What... what incense did you use today?"
The girl paused, then smiled smugly.
She picked up a small yellowish-white piece from the wooden basin beside the bed.
"It's a miraculous thing Lord Lynn gave us. It's called soap."
"Miraculous?"
The merchant scoffed.
But when he took the soap and caught its distinctive scent, his expression changed.
He noticed that the girl's once-rough arms now had an unusual smoothness and sheen.
An inexplicable impulse rose within him.
"Is this stuff for sale?"
In his study, Lynn closed the ledger.
The clamor of King's Landing outside his window gradually faded from his hearing.
His mental power was more focused than ever before.
The trial by combat had been postponed indefinitely. Robert seemed to have found a way to save face, but Lynn sensed something unusual.
The king's health was far worse than he let on.
This was not simply the result of excessive indulgence.
His abnormally flushed face, clouded eyes, and moods that swung between explosive rage and dejection all resembled symptoms of chronic poisoning.
It was time to see the whole board.
Greensight!
Lynn closed his eyes.
This time, he set no specific anchor, simply spreading his consciousness toward the Red Keep.
Toward the obese figure