A Bitter Bargain
Seventeenth Day of the First Month 294 AC
Rolph Caswell was a man Rhaella recalled quite well from her girlhood. Born as second son and raised at court he had been charming and well mannered, skillful enough with a lance to be noted and only about five years her elder. He was the kind of knight her attendants would pose sly questions about, expecting perhaps some suitably tragic sighs over curling auburn locks.
Personally Rhaella thought the man was a little too aware of sighing maidens and too fond of playing into those games for the thrill of it. She had quite enough performing to do as a princess of the Seven Kingdoms without adding to it in a bout of 'appropriate inappropriateness', especially given the rumors she had never been meant to overhear about how he approached more carnal trysts.
The highborn are for courting, the lowborn for bedding, the sentiment was hardly unique she would grant, but it was still distasteful for anyone to make use of their power over smallfolk like that, for there was without a doubt the threat of censure involved in any such coupling no matter how 'kind' the lord presumed to be. The former queen was quietly glad that neither of her sons were ever in the least bit inclined to such acts, though she could not claim to have raised Viserys for long enough to have instilled the value in him herself.
Setting aside the twinge of familiar pain she looked over the streets of Bitterbridge from what the locals called Gate Hill. The keep loomed black on the Mander with a commanding position of both the town and the bridge from which it took its name.
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The man who entered the Blooming Lilly, the best of the town's inns, a few hours later bore only a passing resemblance to the knight of Rhaella's faded memories. His girth had increased threefold and his hair was less styled to impress passing maidens and more to hide encroaching baldness, but ultimately she hardly noticed that. After all she was here for a pledge of fealty, not to negotiate a betrothal pact. What she
did notice was the way some of the servers stiffed at his approach, one of them outright flinched.
All the younger and prettier ones...
It looked as though Rolph Caswell had gotten worse as he aged, a concept Rhaella was sadly all too familiar with. Part of her wondered what her grim deathless guard thought of the matter, for she had no doubt those hell-blessed eyes ever looking for assassins or other threats had caught the same byplay. Did they hold some small measure of contempt for cruelties unspoken, or was their disdain of most mortals too thick to count such things important?
Regardless of the answer as an envoy she was doubly glad she had asked her guard to wear male guise so as not to stand out. She knew some lords presumed female warriors were willing to do more than fight for coin.
Still, if life at court had taught her one lesson above ell else it was that one was not required to like one's allies, merely tolerate them.
Perhaps his son would be more tolerable once he ascended. Rhaella was growing increasingly aware that she would outlive her generation, likely by more years than she was entirely comfortable contemplating.
"Your Grace, such a wonder to see the rumors about you were true," the lord said with a too-familiar charming smile. "What brings you to Bitterbridge this fine day?"
"Fair is the day, but grave the news upon the wind..." Rhaella began.
Between the assurances that all the mages he had taken on would be granted the privileges of joining the Scholarum, news of Red Rolly's death in the east and a hefty payment in gold which would go towards warding his keep, which seemed to be his current interest, the lord's fealty was secured.
Lost 10,000 IM
Rhaella tried not to allow her gaze to linger too long upon the dark haired young woman who seemed to have caught Lord Caswell's eye. At least once Westeros was taken back for the Crown she would have some recourse in the courts not beholden to her lord. It was the sort of thing her grandfather had died for, but even Aegon the Fifth had learned upon his ascension that such things were best championed in law, not heroism. There would never be enough heroes for the latter.
OOC: A bit of a character piece for Rhaella, she is a kind person and more moral than many in Viserys' inner circle, but at the end of the day she is also the former queen of Westeros. She is not going to go run off to write wrongs like a knight errant to the detrimental of her actual task, even when they hit close to home.