Old Scores and New Games
Twenty Third Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC
"I--a whore? Really?" You really shouldn't be surprised. Truly you shouldn't be. "Does a grudge give every person in this blasted realm the right to stomp on the innocent and blameless? I suppose I should be blaming my own family history for enabling this nonsense for nearly three centuries before I lay blame upon the Blackwoods..." Not that the Brackens were any less guilty, as she just pointed out. Well, your own grumbling exasperation won't fix this mess.
"I am hardly blameless, Your Grace," Lady Catelyn interjects, surprised by your vehemence and the shadow of old pain in her gaze. "I knowingly went against my lord father's will and dragged my sister into the scheme. That he was and still is
wrong does not make me any less disobedient by the commandments of gods and men."
"Too see the injustice this feud has wrought and do nothing, would have also been wrong," Rina points out softly.
If the girl had been surprised before, now she is wide-eyed with shock. Obviously no one had put it in terms of responsibility to help mend the rift before. She has probably spent the last several weeks getting an earful of her supposed responsibility to obey her father, no matter his commands. "I suppose you are right..."
"You were born to a Great House, responsible for the smallfolk who have pledged to serve it," Dany adds gravely, her child's voice adding weight to the words instead of detracting from it. "Neither gender nor the order of your birth excuses you from it."
From the way her spine straightens the young woman is about to march into her father's solar and proclaim her newfound duty. Admirable as that may be, it is not quite what you need at the moment. You clear your throat faintly. "Assuming we had both heirs reconcile, even against the wishes of their fathers, Lady Barbara would have to trust that the succession would be upheld by the Crown with her father's passing, even against other claimants attempting to usurp her. We would have to get Ser Brynden to trust that the Crown will enforce and formalize de jure land rights on it's authority, both things which would be easier to do while I am king and already making steps towards that end."
"That makes sense," Lady Catelyn nods, looking not one whit disturbed by the implication of treason to King's Landing. Then again, she likely abandoned those doubts when she let a dragon in through her window.
"If you can get me a meeting with Lady Barbara, and assuming Hoster Blackwood can convince his brother to listen still, this all would still hinge on neither Lord Blackwood or Lord Bracken inflaming the conflict and striking out in blood before aught else..." you trail off expectantly.
"I
think I can do that," the young lady shakes her head. "No, this is too important for doubts. I know Barbara and I know she does not like what father asked her to do, even if she could not tell me so herself. You will have your meeting, Your Grace."
With every word she speaks the idea that had been forming at the back of your mind grows more and more definite. "Your father, is he an ambitious man? And Lord Hoster, he is not particularly hung up on the idea of your hypothetical cadet branch bearing the name 'Blackwood', aye?" That would no doubt rankle at Lord Tytos Blackwood, but less so if they took up another name, ennobled in Essos where marriage ties would enrich both their lines through trade relations shared between Lady Barbara and Ser Brynden when they take up their seats.
"Before we met, Hoster was looking to become a maester and give up his name altogether," the words flow almost without inflection, like it has not quite sunk in why you are asking. "Oh... thank you, Your Grace, I..."
"Thank me when this is over, assuming we manage to thread the needle," you answer with a rueful smile. "Granting you lands in the east isn't much of an obstacle in this instance, and assuming he could trust that the Crown would uphold Lady Barbara's succession, much of your father's concerns would then rest upon the claims he's making on Blackwood lands."
"That and enough bad blood over the generations to drown a horse in," Lady Catelyn replies sadly. "I could spend an hour listing all the Brackens I know who were in some way killed by a Blackwood, and Hoster could do the same the other way." Unexpectedly, a spark of humor lights her eyes at some memory.
"What is it?" Dany asks curiously.
"It's rather macabre, Your Highness," Lady Catelyn replies, blushing faintly.
"I have a strong constitution," your sister deadpans.
After a moment's hesitation, the lady replies. "We, er... counted once, how many people bearing the other's name were supposedly killed by the other's House over the centuries. I'm down by three, it came out as two Catelyns to five Hosters."
Well... that is one way to measure the scope of the challenge and you suppose laughing is better than weeping. You sigh. "This all presumes that Lord Blackwood doesn't need certain other assurances. I should hope not, considering the brinksmanship here favors neither House with war on the horizon."
"Er... brinksmanship?" the girl asks frowning in confusion.
Right, Braavosi expression. "It means playing a dangerous game, taking a risky gamble."
"I hope everyone can win for once," she says, sounding almost as if she were speaking a prayer.
What do you do next?
[] Speak to Lady Barbara
-[] Write in
[] Investigate the omens and portents that brought Catelyn and Hoster together if indeed they were real and not rationalization of their feelings
-[] Write in
[] Write in
OOC: A bit of a character-heavy part, but I feel it flowed well, Rina continues to play well off this arc.