Realm's Mirror
Second Day of the Eighth Month 293 AC
In a moment of characteristic humility, Jaehaerys the Conciliator was said to have remarked:
"Behold my realm, one not under the wings of dragons but ravens, for it is they who carry my writ." That his supposed quote originates from a maester's quill does not escape you, but the point still stands. It is through the legal consensus of a realm that it truly comes into being as more than a dream in the mind of the conqueror. Finding yourself now ruler over a realm spread from the Stepstones to Mantarys and from Myr to the the Basilisk Isles, you find that your ancestor did not go far enough. Laws can bind men, but they are only a small part of a greater whole. Men must believe themselves united in more than supplication to an overlord.
Under the hand of the fist Queen Rhaenys and others who took up her mantle upon her untimely death, the Seven Kingdoms had been bound together in a weave of marriage and fostering and lords mingled together under the eye of the King. The realm you raise now, this empire yet unspoken, will have yet deeper roots, you vow. It is not by the beliefs of the aristocracy alone that you will rule, nor only by the script of your fledgling bureaucracy. No, it is the people themselves who will know themselves united as they must be against all that lurks in the dark. For that you too will need your 'ravens' and they will be no sort of bird or winged creature, but works of silver, glass, and sorcery by which you might be seen and heard by all those who call you lord that they may know of your resolve and, you hope, share it.
"Lady Goldhammer!" you call out across the chatter and rustle of the small library gardens. Not nearly so mystical as the great Godswood where the shrubs and bushes might sprout legs and walk at any moment, the benches here are preferred by visiting scholars out to take in some air while they admire the collection.
"Yes, Your Grace!" she jumps up at once, almost dumping the familiar in her lap onto the ground were it not for the startled fey pup flashing away to reappear on the other end of the bench, looking at her partner reproachfully.
"Sit, sit," you motion. "No need to stand on ceremony here."
She offers a shy smile in return as she curtsies. "Then consider it practice not need. I've only just gotten used to hearing 'Lady Goldhammer' without looking around for whoever that is, so I need all the practice I can get."
"Do you come here often?" you ask, curious about her doings. You wonder if she might not be a little homesick and seeking out the company of others from Westeros and the sound of the Common Tongue among the scholars here. If that is the case you rather suspect she will be seeing Lannisport before the year is out and in a much different position than she had once held there.
"Yes," she nods and smiles at her golden-furred companion, some silent communion passing between them. "Flicker likes being the most magical thing around you see."
"Indeed, Varys has made me quite
familiar with the notion," you jest.
Lella shakes her head: "With respect, Your Grace, that is a terrible pun."
"I know, but it's a good skill for a king to practice," you reply as the two of you set off down the path at a leisurely stroll.
"In what way?" Leila asks, playing along.
"As a means of unmasking inveterate flatterers at court. If anyone laughs at a pun like that I'll know who to avoid."
That gets a giggle. "Then you should not be giving away your secrets like that, Your Grace."
The conversation soon moves on to the matter at hand, the 'messengers' you are here to speak of. The enchanted mirrors you had begin to forge last month.
The design your artificers had settled upon is ingenious in its simplicity. Though enormous at one-hundred feet in length and fifty in width, the True Silver and glass sheets can fold until it is a translucent cube of metal and glass, which can at any point during the folding still serve its function. Technically one could even use it for swift communication for spies and other agents, though it would be too bulky, expensive, and obviously magical to excel in the task.
By now you have five-and-ten of them, enough to tie together all the great cities of your empire with more to come, though for now you must settle on where and how the mirrors will be set for the festival celebrating your recent conquests.
Where do you set the Far-Seeing Mirrors?
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OOC: You guys can finalize the minor actions with a small mirror vision vote in between.