After a moment's hesitation, you made your way towards Tywin. You could always catch up with your brother later. Besides, Rhaegar was very...insular, at time. He was always absorbed in some book on poetry, or composing music. In many ways, he reminded you of Clovis. A younger Clovis, before your supposed 'death' and the corruption of power had twisted him. Still, the similarities were there. Young, fairly genial, and completely entranced with the arts.
Whatever task he held for you probably dealt with one of his many fairy tales. The boy was thoroughly convinced things like magic were real. Though your own past experiences made you recognize that it was possible, you also knew that magic, for the most part was on the decline. It also would most likely prove to not be too entirely useful.
Tywin, on the other hand, was grounded in harsh reality. You hadn't spoke often with the man, but from what little the two of you had interacted, you had figured him for someone harsh, ruthless, ambitious and competent. A dangerous combination, but one you could at least respect, unlike most of the simpering noble fools that made up your father's court.
Walking towards Twyin's end of the table, you called out. "Lord Tywin"
The man looked up, seemingly unsurprised by your sudden appearance. Inclining his head ever so subtly, he returned your greeting. "Prince Daeron." There was an unspoken question, in his words.
Ah yes. Daeron, you're new name. It had taken some getting used to, and you still preferred your old one, but it was not as if you could go about calling yourself Lelouch.
Smiling, you gestured to the sheaves of paper lying on the table. "You seemed particularly focused on your work, especially for so early in the morning. I was simply curious as to what would occupy the Lord Hand so."
Tywin frowned, considering, before apparently making a decision. "The only matters that concerns you is Lord Baratheon and Lord Arryn have both made overtures, offering to foster you at their respective homes."
That caused you to blink. This was the first you had heard of it, so the offers must have been recent. You knew Lord Steffon Baratheon, as the man visited King's Landing regularly, having been childhood friends with Tywin and Aerys. A Jovial man, he was broad shouldered and had a good head for finance. He was also, according to the rumors and gossip, considered to be the most likely person to be your 'true' father.
Internally you winced. The offer was
not going to help those rumors.
Lord Arryn's offer was surprising, however, as you had never met the man. Though if you remembered right, he had been making moves on the political court and doing extremely well. He'd managed to convince Rickard Stark, Steffon Baratheon and Luthor Tyrell to each send a son to be fostered at the Eyrie.
"Additionally," The Hand continued with a scowl, "Your father has bid me to finalize the betrothal between Alyse Arryn and your brother Rhaegar."
What?! How in the nine hells had Lord Arryn managed
that? And what was your father thinking, accepting the betrothal? A Marriage to the Arryns, while not necessarily bad, did not really help in any way. It would have been much smarter to betroth Rhaegar to a Crownlander Vassal, one of Tywin's daughters, or even that Dornish Princess.
Looking at Tywin, you winced internally once more. You could feel the frustration emanating from the man, and knew why it was so. He himself had tried negotiating a betrothal with Aerys, between his daughter Jeyne and Rhaegar, but had gotten completely shut down. Either out of spite or pity, your father had instead betrothed your newborn brother Aegon to Twyin's second youngest daughter, Cersei. To learn that Jon Arryn had managed what he had failed to do must sting.
Choosing your words carefully, you replied, "What an...odd choice, for Father. An Arryn marriage is certainly not one many would expect. However did Lord Jon convince my Father, I wonder?"
The Lannister scoffs in derision. "The workings of your father's mind have long been a mystery to me." There was both anger, and surprisingly...worry? In his voice.
It seems you weren't the only one who has noticed Aerys' declining mental state. That was troublesome. If more people realized it, Aerys could be seen as weak, and that would destabilize your family's power base. Not enough to start a rebellion, but it could lead to chaos, and require smoothing over.
And the relationship between your father and Tywin was fraying. Losing Tywin as an ally to your family would not be good. Not only was he competent at his job, he was respected and feared in equal measure. Additionally, the Lannisters were extremely wealthy, and having their support in any endeavor would help immensely.
You needed a way to bridge the gap...
First however, you needed more information.
"True, Father can certainly work in some surprising ways, but perhaps he sees some benefit that others may miss. " Doubtful, but necessary. You couldn't be seen questioning your father's sanity. "Still, to pass up more obviously beneficial arrangements is quite vexing. But surely that's not all that has you so occupied?"
The implications of your words are obvious. You are aware of the slights your father has given Tywin and disagree with them. Hopefully that will get some more out of him.
Indeed, he pauses, considering once more, before slowly saying, "Your Father has had another of his...ideas."
Oh.
Oh.
You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. "What is it
this time?"
Aerys was prone to coming up with many different ideas. Most of the time, they were impossible or extremely difficult to pull off, and he would have to be told of this fact. Sometimes, it worked. Sometimes, he insisted and you had to wait a few weeks for him to forget he even ever had the idea.
Tywin grunts, before answering. "He wishes to visit each of the Lord Paramounts, throwing a celebratory tourney at each in honor of their lasting ties with the Crown."
"That's...not so bad." And was actually possible. The only real problem you could think of was...
"We don't have the funding, and he refuses to let me lend the money."
Right. Of course, even several normal Tourneys should be doable, but knowing your Father, he wanted something large and extravagant for each one. Considering the Tourney would also be essentially moving from place to place, that was a bunch additional costs. It would at least mean that the Crown made not even a single profit this year.
Worse, because it was doable, you doubted Aerys would let go of it.
"That...is a problem." You took a few moments to consider. Convincing father to accept Tywin's Loan, or dissuade him of the idea entirely would be extremely difficult. While you could try, you doubted even you could get through to him. That meant the Crown needed an influx of cash and quick.
Frowning, you asked, "Didn't we get a raven, from Winterfell a few weeks ago?" Rickard Stark had been making many overtures towards expanding his powerbase southwards. It was probably why he had agreed to Jon Arryn's offer to foster his second born son. You're not sure why he had sent a raven to King's Landing, but it probably had something to do with his ambitions.
Curious as to your thoughts, Tywin nodded. "Yes, something to do with some old agreement. Aerys hasn't mentioned what exactly."
There was something there, you knew it, but what? Straining, you tried to think of what, as your instinct was telling you this would help. Come to think of it..."If you don't mind me asking, why
did you agree to the betrothal between your daughter Cerenna and Rickard's son, Lord Tywin?"
Raising a brow at your seemingly unrelated question, he answered nonetheless. "It was to help seal a deal, between Rickard and I. The mountains up north are rocky, and Rickard wished to have them surveyed. Considering the Westerlands experience in the are, he turned to us. We began surveying his lands a few months ago, and things...look...promising..." He drifted off towards the end, coming to the same realization you had.
His eyes narrowing as he looked at you with consideration, he said, "It seems I need to draft a letter to Lord Stark." And with that, he shuffled the papers on the table and stood, turning to leave.
As he did, he paused, and with a contemplating tone, said, "Perhaps I will make my own offer, My Prince, to Foster you at the Rock. I think you would like it there." And with that, he left.
A few moments after he disappeared through the dining hall doors, your father and mother entered.
Then, a blue box popped up.
A Lion's Roar! Completed
Gained: 50 XP, Relevant Information, Offer to Foster at Casterly Rock
You scowled.
You have three offers of Fostership, and Aerys has decided to leave them up to you! What is your choice? (Will take a few months for you to leave)
[] Foster at Storm's End
[] Foster at The Eyrie
[] Foster at Casterly Rock
[] Foster nowhere. Stay in King's Landing.
Your father has also asked for your decision on whether or not you wish to train as a warrior. Do you accept?
[] Yes.
[] No.