Opening the Way
Twenty Fourth Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC
"I appreciate the offer and even more the warning, but I think it is best to do this with an eye toward propriety, at least as much as circumstances allow," you add with a smile, drawing a somewhat shaky laugh from young Hoster. "I hope that by the time you reach Seaguard there will be a letter waiting for you there to put right what malice and misfortune both have set askew."
After he had written his letter, you and your companions vanish back into the woods and from there into the sky, while the knights wake from their enchanted slumber to Hoster's excuses about 'fey miasmas'. Truth be told he makes a mediocre liar, but no one is minded to question the only mage among them about matters of the arcane, content that they have woken with only half an hour wasted in the grip of sorcery.
Thankfully, upon your return to Raventree Hall it proves easy to find Ser Brynden. A dutiful heir he is, as often seen in his father's solar as in he training yard, if more enthusiastic for the former than the latter. The greater trouble is figuring out a means to meet with him, and him alone, without trespass or the danger of Ser Brynden speaking directly to his father on the matter prior to first meeting with you alone.
In the end, it is Varys who strikes upon the right solution. She simply flies close enough to him in order to silently pass the invitation on directly into his thoughts. Most would be quite leery of reporting hearing voices from the ether, but given that Hoster had reported no fear of magic from his eldest brother you assume the knight would be curious enough to at least entertain the notion that it was genuine. So it is that you come to meet in the backroom of a tavern among the smell of cabbage, smoked ham, and wine of indifferent vintage. Not precisely the setting you would prefer to first encounter the man who will one day be one of the more influential counts in Westeros, but the expression he wears is more one of bemusement than displeasure.
"An odd place to meet a king, Your Grace," he notes forthrightly.
"Does making it the place to meet a princess and a queen besides make it more or less odd?" Dany pipes in sweetly from your left.
The words are anything but unplanned. Although the glamor you wear is that of a simple doublet and hose with a dark red cloak over it, you had very deliberately chosen to include Dany to present the stranger parts of the story in a way that would be hard to challenge outright without having to untangle all manner of customs and expectations, hopefully giving the truth enough time to sink in.
Truth is indeed what you plan to share with him, and plainly spoken at that, an offer of royal arbitration for more practical claims as well as the fact that so much of the age old feud had been forged by the spite and hatred of one old man, if man he can still be named after millennia of hollowing out the minds of his victims for his own aims.
It is not an easy tale to tell, as the knight would believe it all the more so as it ultimately hinges on the sins of his ancestor, however distant. Tis one thing to know one's kin were likely banished and quite another to be told it is for such a heinous reason. Still, this is a man who had seen the dead tree bloom, a man of faith as much as duty, and your reputation for growing weirwoods and championing the Old Gods in Essos serves you well. In the end he does believe, but the conclusion he draws is not the most fortunate. "This Rickard, this warg, he has seen the feud since the beginning, stoked it you say. If he could be made to tell to tale, the full truth of who acted unter his power and influence and who of their own will, then we can finally have justice."
"Ser Knight, you cannot litigate over two thousand years of war and ruin on the word of a half-mad murderer," your mother interjects, more bluntly than you would have put it, but it seems to be the right tack. The Blackwood heir sighs in frustration but nods.
"You are right of course your Grace. This needs to end and not by bringing more of the past into it. I will speak to father on behalf of this plan, though... I must warn you that he does not see the lady Catelyn well, and for more than just her name." He pauses for a moment, perhaps seeking a delicate way to describe most undelicate sentiments. "Hoster had never shown an interest in women before falling head over heels in love with her. He would tell everyone that that was one reason he would enjoy the Citadel, a lack of people pestering him about the matter and then well... a rather abrupt change. He might think this new family, whatever it is to be called, will be Bracken and little else in practice."
Alas, you can see how someone already prejudiced against the match might take it that way. Hoster had claimed to not being the best with words, and reading between the lines it is clear it had been Lady Catelyn who had engendered the plan to bring the Houses together by means of their heirs.
Still, you have what you came for. Now all that remains is to met the two lords themselves and place them before the circumstances, past and present.
Who do you speak to first?
[] Lord Jonos Braken
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[] Lord Tytons Blackwood
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OOC: Well here we are, pretty good tolls in this update. Not yet edited.