[She noticed that he was searching for a plan, particularly during the pauses of the conversation. She managed to pull herself together, swallowing back the wave of sickness that surged in her stomach. There was no Drogon on fly in and rescue them. She had no sword, but there were torches around. If she could grab it quick enough, she could scare the bride away...or kill her.
It didn't take long though for her to catch why he was suggesting wine. She was still close enough to the goblets to slip her fingers over a packet and curl it in her palm. She was small, unassuming and pretty enough to distract. She might not be a street performer, but she could move quickly.]
A toast, of course. To the celebrations of this night.
[She held the goblet with both hands to keep the packet hidden. After draining her cup, she lifted the pitcher, planning to offer refills. Now how to slip in the opium?]
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It didn't take long though for her to catch why he was suggesting wine. She was still close enough to the goblets to slip her fingers over a packet and curl it in her palm. She was small, unassuming and pretty enough to distract. She might not be a street performer, but she could move quickly.]
A toast, of course. To the celebrations of this night.
[She held the goblet with both hands to keep the packet hidden. After draining her cup, she lifted the pitcher, planning to offer refills. Now how to slip in the opium?]
You must be thirsty. Come, have some more.