As the Wheel Turns
Tenth Day of the Tenth Month 293 AC
The three of you spend hours talking around Dany's idea, and you certainly do not lack for ideas, from using magic to allow Lady Shyra to have children with her lover, to adoption after the Essosi manner, though as Ser Richard rightly puts it that will put the cat among the pigeons, unless it is a royal decree rarely invoked. However, in the end, any plan to approach the Lady of Haystack Hall regarding the matter hits upon the same snag—it would require admitting to uncovering a deep and personal secret within hours of arriving in town. At best it would make her deeply worried about what others may divine, at worse it will only stoke whatever ill will Lady Carolei may have tried to kindle in her daughter.
Thus as morning creeps over the horizon you try again the same path that had seen you enter so many lords' solars in an inconspicuous manner, the merchant from afar bearing rare goods, and of course gifts for the gracious lord or lady.
Alas the tavernkeeper of the Broken Wheel informs you that you are unlikely to get far with that here. "Lady Shyra's still mourning Lord Robert, Stranger rest his soul, and of course she's just a lass, highborn or no, and doesn't know much about trade ye know," the man says, earning himself a brief glare from Dany. "I'm sure it'll be easier once she's settled with a husband."
You soothe your own annoyance at the man's thoughtless dismissal of his liegelady by imagining his reaction should the truth ever come to light with full royal approval. Entertaining as it is you dismiss the mental image a moment later in exchange for more productive pursuits, discovering when and where you might meet the Lady in relative privacy without intruding.
One armsman deeper in his cups than most explains that the Lady loves hawking, always taking personal care of her prize birds, though of course she would not organize a hunt so soon after the passing of both her father and her betrothed. Still that is all you needed to know.
After scouting out the towers of the keep unseen to find the mews, Dany keeps watch around it until she spies the lady at her task, upon which she speaks to her as a voice from empty air, offering the chance to discuss the fate of the Seven Kingdoms. By your sister's accounting she is first surprised then deeply wary of the offer and almost refused entirely to meet you without her mother's counsel, but in the end Dany had managed to convince her that it would only put her mother in danger from King's Landing if she were present at such a meeting without the protection of being a reigning lady.
"I can all but guarantee she will try to pass whatever you tell her by her mother," Dany sighs as she sits perched upon the windowsill of your room in the Broken Wheel.
"Don't trouble yourself," you reassure her, running a hand down her soft silver scales. "You did all you could in such short a time. Hopefully I can change her mind on that as on other matters."
Your first impression of Lady Errol upon entering the tavern's backroom is of golden hair tumbling over the shoulders of a plain blue dress a little too large for her, possibly borrowed from a servant that make her seem younger than her three-and-twenty years. However there is nothing childlike about the wary gaze she gives you.
By contrast the knight she had brought with her, Haystack Hall's master-at-arms as he is introduced, takes one look at Ser Richard and blanches even with the glamour hiding the arcane arms and armor.
A wise man, you think and mark his name and face more closely—Ser Criston Swygert. You wonder what relation he is to the idiot Ser Richard had almost skewered during the exchange of Stannis' ransom money.
There is little time for idle curiosity, however, as you lay down in Rain House, in Evenfall Hall, and many other keeps before, of how Baratheon had failed to keep peace in the Seven Kingdoms and what protection against otherworldly dangers there has been comes at the cost of Tywin Lannister growing ever mightier, even as he uses magic to bind not just his Golden Shields, but perhaps his vassal lords also.
"My lord," the lady clears her throat a touch self-consciously. "You speak of many dark portents and ill fates, and I will not now say that they are false, but I cannot know that they are true either. The first magic I have seen with my own eyes has been that which your sister showed me. Of fiends I know not but what is written in the Seven-Pointed-Star, of Deep Ones nothing but nursery tales and rumors carried by travelers. The Lannisters' Golden Shields are almost as much a tale here, the most I have seen of them is a seal upon a letter passed on from Storm's End a few months back warning against enchantment and other strange perils. Yet though you have not asked it yet in so many words you would have me betray the oaths to King Robert, beside whom my father fought and bled." Again she pauses, this time got longer still. "I cannot say I am not tempted by the promise of what I have heard from the east, but..."
Though she trails off you can guess what is not said from her choice of words,
'tempted.' She is concerned that she might sell the honor of her House for far-off fancies and idle dreams, and thus her natural inclination would likely be to seek wiser heads. Alas the wiser head she is likely thinking of bears you no good will.
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OOC: Your rolls were not great, but Viserys is still ridiculously charismatic so you made some positive headway.