Love's Secret
Ninth Day of the Tenth Month 293 AC
Charm and honeyed words will only go so far to convincing father and daughter who have just found each other again, seemingly beyond hope, to part once more. Even with Dany having been the one who worked that seeming-miracle, Sorcerer's Deep is a far off place heavy with strange and uncanny rumors. Sickness and death had made Lynda wary of her powers, you suspect. Her offer to join the Silent Sisters likely motivated by more than fear of bringing shame to the family name. Too much, too fast, had come rushing down upon House Wylde, like a storm rolling in from the bay tipping the world on its side. In the end it is simple sincerity that wins Lord Caspar over, his daughter would be safer behind the Scholarum's wards than counting upon the magic of a simple glamor to linger in the keep or the town below.
So by evening, after Lynda had been tearfully reunited with the rest of her kin, you carry her to the Deep alongside a single maidservant, her former wetnurse, chosen for her affection as much as her loyalty.
Gained one level 3 Adept
Before departing Rain House, you had asked Lord Caspar for more news of the recent inheritance of Lady Shyra Errol, reasoning that he would be more likely to pay attention to rumor and gossip than Stannis, whose view of the world holds little care for such 'fripperies'. Thus you had learned that the new Lady of Haystack Hall, at three and twenty years of old, is only in the position to be looking for a husband due to having remarkably poor luck in her previous two betrothals. The first a cousin of Lord Buckler, lost to the flux, and the second a knight of House Penrose, lost to a cornered boar's tusk not two weeks before the wedding was to take place followed. A few days later, the death of the long-ailing Lord Robert Errol, Shyra's father, lead some to suspect something other than ill luck may have been involved.
It is not, however, the lady's dead father that concerns you the most as you fly north once more towards the seat of House Errol under ragged clouds and inconstant rain. That dubious honor goes to Lady Errol's mother Carolei, born to House Keath, sister of the current lord, one of your strongest opponents in the Riverlands after the clash with the Lads that cost him the life of his son and many of his household knights fighting foes that march under the Dragon Banner. How much Lady Carolei shares her brother's enmity against your House is more than you can guess, but it would likely be prudent to assume she will be a stumbling block.
By the time you are in sight of the domed towers that give Haystack Hall its name, the three of you had already outpaced the clouds, leaving the stars sparkling overhead, jealous companions to the light of the almost full moon.
"Lady Shyra would probably be leaning quite a lot on her mother's judgement given the newness of her position," You muse as you look towards the ragged edge of the Kingswood for a place to land. "Trying to directly force a break based on gifts and revelations of the Usurper's failings might not work as well as with more experienced lords or ladies. She is yet not used to thinking in those terms."
"On the other hand, the realization of just how fast the wind is turning, in the Stormlands and elsewhere, might see her stretch her sails that way," Dany replies, the particularly Braavosi turn of phrase sounding a touch odd in Common.
"Risky," Ser Richard offers. "It's close to a threat and Stormlanders have a habit of digging in our heels when faced with one."
"Why don't we spend some some getting to know the lady then?" Dany asks. From the tone it is clear she means a little more than slipping into a tavern to hear the local rumors. "She would be dreaming right about now."
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Tenth Day of the Tenth Month 293 AC
Dany's eyes open upon the dark tavern room with a bemused look, though not worried or displeased. "Well that was...
enlightening." she shakes her head. "Lady Shyra already has a lover, though a wedding is hardly in the cards."
"He's lowborn?" you ask, certainly not something you look down upon. Your own dearest friends have proven that low birth is no impediment to greatness, given skill and ambition.
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She is Lady Elys Penrose, a sister to her last betrothed," Dany replies surprisingly. "It seems Lady Shyra has no interest in men and was hoping that the marriage to Ser Alyn would provide a chance to continue the relationship discretely. With his death, both of them are worried about the future, though I could not get more by just peering into the lady's dreams." She pauses a moment as though considering her next words carefully. "I'd like to help them if we can. They are rather sweet together. Elys has been a great help in allowing Shyra to make it though her father's illness, even though I suspect she was frightened of being found out by him."
"A Lord or Lady needs an heir to continue the line," Ser Richard reminds her.
"Magic can probably deal with that," Dany shrugs, though you can see from her expression that she is far less blasé about the prospect than the words imply. How the lords or the Faith would react to such a thing is more than you can guess, but it's unlikely to make your life any easier. Then again, it could always be done in secret.
How do you deal with securing the loyalty of Lady Shyra Errol
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OOC: Well there we go, this should be an interesting situation, compared to the usual Westerosi House recruitment.