Parsing Patrimony
First Day of the Fifth Month 294 AC
"Shit," you curse, not the most articulate you have ever been perhaps, but certainly evocative. Most of the news is not bad, but what is bad is
bad. "I was afraid the Deep Ones would take the chance to act, though why Kayce?"
You glance toward Garin who is watching events unfold with the same concern you are. You do not have any intelligence on Kayce, unless you count whatever the Golden Shields might have gathered, and through interviewing Ser Kennos. Given what passed for the former's internal organization, you suspect the latter might be the more reliable. You send Varys at once to send word by brazier. The knight would want to know what became of his kin as soon as possible, though he would have to be careful lest there be some bloodline curse or enchantment at work.
You turn your thoughts towards the other houses, which thankfully prove simpler to handle. Lord Banefort is to be commended and warned all at once, perhaps in person. House Brax is to be ended and its master-at-arms raised to steward, perhaps more later, depending on how he handles the responsibility. For House Broom a bland assurance that the Golden Shields agents will be punished to the full extent of the law. A signature and seal will doubtless go a long way to make them more palatable.
You might have to find a scapegoat...
For Lord Crakehall, by most accounts a skilled administrator and lord cursed only by the placement of his keep, you have good wishes and assurances that he can keep his land.
"Won't that look like you are being softer on the Westerlanders than other lords?" Lya asks when you bring up the matter. "Not that I care that much... but, well, I'm
supposed to care, aren't I?" She gives a slight smile, though you doubt anyone who does not know her well could see the uncertainty behind the lights in her eyes.
"Well of course I am taking a softer hand. If your overlord was Tywin Lannister, a man infamous for his ruthlessness to rebellious bannermen and who stooped to enthralling his lords. That is a rather different circumstance from being a Stormlander whose lord
asked them to lower their banners, but they refused out of misplaced loyalty for a corpse, a corpse that a bloody Lannister put in the ground mind."
"Crab in your shoe?" Dany asks, the Braavosi slang for being irritated slipping past her lips easily even though you were all speaking draconic just in case someone was minded to listen in.
"Sorry, I was just thinking of all the work this is going to be in the months and years to come," you shake your head. "I can't really be short with the lords. Hells, for most of them it would not even be
fair to be so, but that does not stop me from feeling it."
"Ah, indeed, Imperators are not supposed to feel anything so commonplace as frustration, only righteous anger at the enemies of the realm, hope for the future, and compassion for the downtrodden," Garin nods sagely.
"Which is rather odd from where I am standing, being the only one and all," you snort.
"See that you stay that way," Dany mock admonishes. "I don't want that damn crown. It looks like it chafes."
Your frustrations are admittedly at least momentarily sated with the letter dictated ordering maesters to help with the restoration of Freeford as they shall doubtless need the physical exercise. As for Lord Farman, you think a warm welcome and being kept well away from Walder Frey is in order.
Lord Foote, you hope, will be mollified with a chance to bear witness against his erstwhile overlord at the upcoming trial and to levy a charge of common robbery against him. You do add a note promising
support with the mine which is to secure him a larger overall profit from a more effective exploitation. It will probably take a bit more than that, as Garin points out. "A hundred percent of a trickle over centuries comes out to more than ten percent of a flood in the short run. You are going to have to sell him on investments he can put the windfall towards."
"What's this, a Braavosi aristocrat admitting that the possibility of sound financial judgement from Westerosi noble?" you ask in jest.
"The one advantage of getting most of your income by taxing the land and everything on it is that you gain some understanding of how coin adds up over the years," he counters. "The last one is just a traitor at least, nothing to see there beyond choosing a new lord." Turning to Maelor, he adds, "Do you want it?"
"Ah, that is a no from me," the boy replies. "I have a strict Ass End of Nowhere Policy. If I can't find it on a map without trying, I would not want to live there."
What next?
[] Wrapping up the rest of the Westerlands
[] Investigation at Kayce
[] Write in
OOC: A bit of a character piece since we have not had simple companion banter in quite a while also this was just what flowed better so I put it down. I hope you guys do not mind the slight slow down.