Reforging Trust
Eleventh Day of the Sixth Month 293 AC
Casting aside your glamour and offering a bow as befits one being introduced for the first time to a lady of high birth and as Rina had tentatively asked you, so do you offer up your name and history. Pretender, sorcerer, and no doubt called other darker things than you may be you are still lord of House Targaryen, not one to be lightly discounted. Unsurprisingly you find yourself having to untangle a few misconceptions about magic and not least of all your purpose in Saltpans...
"I am here merely to help a vassal sworn and proven true," you explain in the starkest of terms. "Time and again she aided us at risk and cost to herself, though that is not my tale to tell," you offer a smile calculated to disarm suspicion. "Much as those closest to me may say I enjoy the sound of my own voice." It has been a long time indeed since you have used your age to charm and put others at ease, but it seems you have not lost your touch for Lady Cox sinks more fully into her seat, satisfied for the moment. She will, alas, almost certainly suspect some manner of romantic interest, absurd as that reflex may be, but that can be corrected later.
As you and Dany take an intentional step back to be supportive but mostly silent presences the discussion runs at first to platitudes and half-truths, but there are deeper currents beneath these seemingly tranquil waters, deeper fears and resentments than can be veiled over by even the shock of being found alive when one was thought dead. For after all, is not exile a manner to proclaim one dead in spirit if not in body? Still, Rina navigates the shoals and reefs of her history deftly, by borrowed skill and passion true. It cannot last much longer you know...
"I'm sorry mother, more sorry than I can ever say," Rina sighs. "I hope this time you can believe that I am speaking honestly and not from fear or self-interest..."
Though you doubt Rina meant it as a blow her mother flinches at the words. "I never believed you were lying. It wasn't... it's not my place to question your father."
And so the damn breaks, for not even the touch of winter undying can fully constrain the fire of the human heart: "Then why didn't you tell
me?!"
"I... I thought you knew...." the lady trails off staring at the wall, or rather through it at some distant painful memory. "No, that's a lie..." she says at length. "I was afraid that if I encouraged you then you would quarrel with your father and leave again, and then you would die alone in some godsforsaken place."
"Encourage me...?" a snap of cold air fills the room, then Rina reels her moment of uncharacteristic anger in. "I'm glad you told me now, at least I'm glad I was never as alone as I thought
then." Her next words are spoken so softly they are almost lost in the hiss of the lanterns. "Never as alone as
They said."
So it is that you explain the doings in White Harbor, at times sporting Rina and others weaving lies, and at others taking up the tale yourself in full for she is too overcome by the horror of the memories of how she had been 'cursed'. Such a convenient word that true, yet it offers a mysterious veil to the full and gruesome tale, that Rina had died and lived again through the auspices of the Old Gods and their desire to spite their ancient foe.
Lady Cox goes through all the forms of shock you could name, from frantic questioning, to all but calling you a liar, to trying to seek a maester's opinion. At least it's not a septon. Still, in the end demonstrations of magic together with similes and comparisons you had honed for Scholarium students convinces her of the truth of your words. Her final reaction is in some ways just as unexpected as the ones that had come before, though wholly rational.
"The world is ending..." she shakes her daughter's reassuring hand off her shoulder. "If what you say is true then perhaps it will be replaced with a better one, but this world is ending and we have to prepare. Quincy will never understand, he will never believe anything short of a dragon flying over the keep." She looks around warily, almost as though she fears her husband might jump up out of some darkened corner in reaction to her lack of loyalty. "Rina, you have to warn your sisters about what's coming. Lord Blantree and Lord Terrick have to know. They will swear themselves to the dragons again I'm sure of it. I'll send letters..."
She is seeking the comfort of the familiar, a riddle she can puzzle out.
Such days are these that even treason plotting might be a comfort, you think not without sympathy. Yet still another colder side to the matter emerges, a ruler's calculus. You could do with gathering more support among the Riverlands to keep the divided realm from falling into infighting when you finally declare your bid for the Seven Kingdoms.
What do you answer?
[] Reassure her that you will not need such a pledge
[] Thank her for the offer and accept it
[] Write in
OOC: There was a lot of rolling and it was tricky to write but it came out alright in the end, maybe a little too well given how Lady Cox latched on to the notion that Viserys will save the Seven Kingdoms.