Warriors' Laurels, King's Triumph
Thirty-First Day of the Eighth Month 293 AC
"The question is if you even
want to go back." You speak softly, but without seeming to be too gentle. The last thing Lynesse needs is to be wrapped in silk, that is precisely what has been smothering her for most of her life. "There are many paths in my realm open to a lady, far more then in Westeros. For one, I do happen to know a woman with a keen interest in art if you wish to rekindle your old passion."
"That's not... I hope I might make something pleasing if Your Grace desires it, but painting was just a childish distraction. It's not what I should be doing, not..."
"Proper?" you finish on a question. "And is it proper for a king to be a sorcerer, to involve himself in trade, to publicly perform blood sacrifice? You will find plenty of lords and septons yet in the Seven Kingdoms to say no, most of them with Lannister coin in their pockets, but the point stands. Many find this city I have made strange and few think it home upon first sight. Even my thoughts at times turn back to Braavos, but Sorcerer's Deep is home now, and that I would not change for all the world's yesterdays."
"Braavos, not King's Landing?" she dares to ask, then looks like she would like to snatch the words back. It's the first personal question she had asked you.
"When I dwelt in the Red Keep I saw the world with a child's eyes. Looking back upon those years knowing what I do is far less pleasant than living them was," you reply honestly.
Lynesse's eyes widen slightly in understanding, but she does not comment on the matter further. "This woman with an interest in art, is she highborn?"
"By blood, yes, though the lands of her kin have long since been lost in the shifting tides of Essosi wars and she has no real interest in reclaiming them, preferring to travel and study," you reply, forbearing to mention what the other side of Azema's heritage is.
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Thankfully the Alu Demon finds Lynesse interesting by reason of her history, though not for the reason most would. Where many might be impressed with the ancient lineage of House Hightower, Azema questions Lynesse about Oldtown, its theaters, its libraries, its septs and temples. Though Lynesse is unable to answer many of those questions, having been restricted from anything that might seem 'coarse' or 'common', she seems to be enjoying herself regardless, and by the time Azema suggests a theme for a painting she accepts the challenge with only mild trepidation.
By the time you are reasonably certain you can leave Lynesse in Azema's care you once again have to use magic to will yourself across the city and directly into the royal box, just in time to see Amrelath triumph against the Arcanums and Mereth, though not without paying a tithe of blood for his victory. Though you had to restore his right eye after an arrow claimed it, the ancient crimson wyrm is content in his victory, basking in the cheers of the crowd as is his due.
And so the festival is almost at its end as you stand before the victors of all the contests you had set, from Sandor Clegane and Oberyn Martell, still veiled in his glamour, to Balon Swann, Kojja Mo, and Balarr Break-Bow, now likely to need another name given the dragonbone bow he bears. Upon the sands facing the crowds are warriors from the east and west, the north and south, some already in your service, like Valaena and the Legion rider Ivezqoy, others who had taken it along with their winnings and some who would come join them in the fullness of time. You meet eyes with Melisandre briefly before you speak. No doubt she has guessed your purpose, yet here she still remains, for here lay the answers she seeks.
"By strength, daring, wisdom, and skill you all who stand here before me have proven yourselves worthy of acclaim, praise, and of glory. Thus besides these prizes of gold, sorcery, and dragonsteel I offer also my thanks for helping to make of this month, of this festival a moment that will live on in the memory of the people of the Deep and those watching us from distant cities."
One by one you take the oaths of those swearing themselves to you, mystery knights unveiling themselves as necessary and so in the sight of the Deep and a good portion of Western Essos you raise up great nobles of warriors and mages alike. You wonder how long it will be before the news gets to the Red Keep and beyond, and then you make a note too for Lord Darry and Lord Velaryon to keep particularly careful watch on their fellow conspirators over the next few months, just in case someone should be driven to excessive enthusiasm by the news.
Now having given gold to the victors the time has come to pay the Old Gods a long expected tithe for a great service.
How do you organize the restoration of the Tree of the Dawn Age and what boons do you ask of the Gods?
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OOC: Since you are paying so much and Bloodraven is devoting his full attention to the ceremony, and has prepared for it himself for weeks, you can in this instance ask what boons you want to gain from the overflow of the sacrifice.