Odd Audience
Fourth Day of the Ninth Month 292 AC
Your captains grumble somewhat at the tasks you set them: to Sunspear, Gulltown, even distant White Harbor as well as more familiar ports like Pentos and Myr. Though you have little doubt that they are right to worry about the profitability of such journeys, you have other reasons than coin for the tasks you set, and the promise of constant pay (which you have never failed to deliver) keeps complaints at a low rumble, an acceptable state of affairs as far as you are concerned, though other princes might have been less tolerant... other
princes.
You sigh, setting down your enchanted pen for the moment. Your title grows more fitting by the moment, and you have little doubt that in the halls of power to the east and west even those lords yet blind to the rise of magic begin to notice your ascension to power. Somehow the fact is not as unambiguously pleasing as it was in your childhood fantasies, perhaps because with power come expectations of how you should live your life and whom you should associate with. That you can break those unseen chains you've little doubt, but how many lives will be broken in the doing?
The study of law for your current project has given you a new understanding of just how much of what allows men to live and work together is simple force of habit and unquestioning submission to the laws of rule under with they welt all their lives... When those laws falter or worse yet when undone chaos is king, men and women scramble to find a new place, not out of ambition (which you would be the last to disparage) but desperation.
"What is the Tyroshi position on common law marriage again?" you ask your servitor assistant. The little false-dragon's excellent memory for minutia has saved you more times than you can truly say.
"That it can exist only between freemen and that are neither slaves or lords, tradesmen, artisans..." comes the swift and sure answer followed by a numeration of exceptions and even a few clever comparative inferences.
You are startled out of the discussion by a short, sharp knock on your door, followed by it opening without awaiting an answer...
Vee has never paid more than lip service to courtesy, you think, amused.
It is indeed a rather grumpy Vee, but her companion is surprising. Lady Valaena stands on the threshold stuttering a greeting and looking like she would rather be swallowed up by the earth.
"Said she needed to talk with ya," Vee announces before vanishing into thin air back to her own tasks, leaving you alone in the company of a girl who had likely never been alone with any nobleman she was not related with in her life. Come to think of it the two of you to share some kinship...
"Greetings, cousin," you say with a smile to put her at ease. "Come, sit..." You motion to a chair rather carelessly set against the far wall.
Though still blushing, the young Velaryon no longer looks like she wants to bolt at least. "Thank y-you, your grace... I want to help," she blurts out.
"Help?" you ask in a pleasant though mildly surprised voice. You had expected the girl to have enough on her plate with the lessons you had arranged to and... whatever it is young ladies of good breeding do when not at their lessons. Come to think of it, the Deep may not be the bast place for that.
"Everyone..." she stops. "Many are offering valuable service... some far younger than I. I feel it behooves me to offer to aid your endeavors in whatever small manner I can as a token of my House's service." She looks at you with poorly disguised dread, as if she expects a rebuke, or perhaps a dismissal that would shatter her fragile pride.
What do you answer?
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OOC: With Tyene busy on the moss project, Valaena was left in something of a limbo, and this is what she ended up doing to rectify the matter.