In the Court of the Sorcerer King
Twenty-Fifth Day of the Twelfth Month 292 AC
As Rhaella made her way through her son's keep, responding to greetings and small-talk with the near instinctive skill born of a lifetime's experience, she tried to weigh and measure it against that experience and found herself struggling. It was not the truly fantastical things: the marvelous lanterns everywhere, the plate of drinks borne by no mortal hands, not even the glimpse she caught of sliver monkeys that chattered not as beasts do, but as men in truth, for that was
so strange as to barely make a ripple upon her consciousness. It was the sheer
informality of it all, a place where half the servants forgot to say
your grace or
milord, and little wonder when it seemed like half the most distinguished people in that court bore no title of rank, or indeed even a second name.
Perhaps she should suggest to Viserys that he simply ennoble them for valor, the dowager queen had thought. The notion would have been absurd a few days ago, laughable even, but she was slowly realizing that mere absurdity was a small thing in a world gone mad, where legends might walk beneath the light of day and men might speak of gods as something to be fought against.
The steward was having an affair with the captain of the guard, she realized abruptly as she looked between the two, reading the signs beneath their strange Essosi mannerisms. The Dornish girl caught her eye... a small nod, showing that she knew, no that
everyone knew and did not care.
Rhaella breathed out slowly through her mouth, thankful that the Royce boy was more than happy to fill the silence with talk of his exploits. Who was there to care really? There were no pious lords and ladies to be shocked, no septons to condemn, and king himself openly flaunted... no
, that would imply defiance that was not there...
showed his mistress. Little wonder that those around him would pay scant mind to the matter, when the highest of councils of the realm held children, commoners and commoner children. Why would any of them
care?
"It's alright, Mother," Daenerys appeared as if by magic at her side, perhaps it had been by magic for all she knew.
"It's hard to take in all at once," she admitted, in a whisper just as soft as her daughter's. Then wearily: "Except it's not really all at once, is it? It just feels like it."
"You can come lay down for a bit, we can talk too if you'd like," her daughter said. "You've met everyone. There is no need to make small-talk for minutes on end." The reassurance was also a reminder of just how strange everything was, but on the other hand there was a sort of relief to it.
What had all the courtesies and all the pious lords done in Aerys' court? What had all the gallant knights in polished armor and bright surcoats done for the madness that festered beneath the glittering facade? The thought was not a new one, but for the first time it was not filled only with bitterness, but with a sort of vindication for having escaped from it.
Rhaella made her excuses to the boy opposite to her and allowed Daenerys to lead her away. As they climbed to the apartments royal, she asked: "Could you tell me of the history of those in attendance below? I was too busy talking to them to listen." A stray giggle escaped her. "That sounds truly
ridiculous to say, doesn't it?"
"A little," Daenerys admitted. "Everyone's lives have their small absurdities if you think of it."
"The lives of royals more than most." A pause lingered between them, then the dowager queen said words she was surprised to find coming truthfully to her lips: "I'm glad you did not have to grow up at court."
"At
father's court," her daughter countered. "I'm sure with your help we can make this one much better."
With her help... hearing the words was a balm, but also a reminder that she could not just wallow in confusion forever. Her children needed her and to help them she would first have to understand.
Rhaella Targaryen listened to her daughter's tales over the next few hours as closely as she ever had to anything in her life.
OOC: I was originally going to do an ordinary update then this just spontaneously popped into my head in the middle of the first paragraph and I had to write it down. Next up Viserys dealing with sellswords.