An Imperfect Understanding
Twenty First Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC
You do not try to keep the surprise off your face, though you have to hide your annoyance.
That was all this aggravation was about? Delicate as the situation might be young Vaela is your ward not your prisoner, it never even crossed your mind to refuse her mother a chance to meet her. "I'll speak to Lady Vaela myself, and if she is amenable, transport her here to speak with you." You pause a moment to make it clear you are reluctant to force the girl to return for obvious reasons.
An unwilling heir is worse than no heir at all, though perhaps not as bad as a treacherous and foolish one, you think glancing at Teora. She needs to learn to maintain her composure as well as think ahead in her plans if she is going to end up anything besides the first highborn Westerosi noble to grace your prisons for misuse of enchantments.
"If nothing else, unless she was given cause to harden her heart against entreaties to take up her duties as heir, she should at least be willing to discuss the matter with you in person," you add to Lady Nymela's obvious relief before turning to the youngest of the two Tolands fully. "Perhaps her sister would be willing to meet with her on your behalf? From what little I know of Lady Vaela, there isn't any rift between siblings to worry about," you keep your tone light, for the words themselves should be suggestive enough for one who knows the truth.
"I... yes of course," Teora says after a moment. Before her mother can interrupt she adds. "Looking back I think I might have been too willing to let her go. I should have argued harder against her leaving."
"As if you could convince anyone of anything, much less Vaela when she gets something into her head," her mother scoffs with unknowing irony. "Go and try not to forget yourself gawking at the magic."
You take the lady's arm with deliberate property and reach out with the other to touch Ser Richard, and in a moment you are elsewhere, but not in the keep where Lady Vaela has apartments, the better to keep an eye on her. The House of Mirrors looms before you, the motto writ in true-script above the door gleaming in the later afternoon sun:
Through knowledge all paths are made brighter.
"Do you know what this place is?" you ask conversationally.
"The house with the diviners. Why did you...?" Teora's voice shakes. "Why this, why did you bring me here? I know you know alright," she snatches her arm away, voice rising, more in panic than anger though it is enough for Ser Richard's gaze to darken.
"Excellent, that spares me a good half hour of explaining what you should have already thought of before starting your doomed scheme," you reply coolly. "Rest assured that if Prince Doran could untangle it with far fewer resources than I possess there is no way it could have escaped me."
"You have to..." Teora cuts herself off, unable or unwilling to continue, closing her eyes against the reality of her situation, but you can guess the rest.
"You have to ask the right question, yes. Do you know what question Prince Doran's mages posed?" You do not wait for an answer, not that you think she is in any fit state to give one. "They asked what is the worst transgression a member of the Three Orders committed against Dornish nobility."
"What do you care?" she bursts out. "I heard what you are doing in the east... here, changing everything, putting your clerks over things, gathering more and more power to the throne. Vaela's like mother, that's why she likes her most, but I..."
"I am not in fact changing 'everything', because to do so would drown the realm in blood," you cut her off. "I am changing some things because they favor high and low alike. Whatever faults you may imagine your sister and mother have they do not justify your deeds. What remains to do now is to fix them."
"Fix?" A broken laugh passes her lips. "How do I fix this? If mother does not send me to the Silent Sisters when she finds out Vaela will make my life hell, more than she already did that is. She isn't particularly clever, but she is determined you know."
The words have the ring of truth and much as bitterness, and though they do not make you any less angry for the tangle you do see in a flash a comparison what had escaped you so far, in place of a trembling pale young woman, a dark haired boy eyes averted from his father's disapproval. Samwell Tarly had been far cleverer and without malice about using magic to attempt to escape his father's shadow.
You do not owe Teora Toland anything, but you do owe it Prince Doran to spare him as many headaches as you can.
How do you approach Vaela and Lady Toland?
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OOC: And there we are, the reason Teora messed up is that magic was still new when she enacted her scheme and knowledge of high level divination not exactly common. Both she and her co-conspirator underestimated what it could do when applied systematically.