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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 10:26:00 GMT -5
The banker met her eyes with a glance that said the answer was obvious. "The Iron Bank will have its due." was, after all, an infamous saying. "We have not become the most powerful banking institution in the known world without developing a fearsome reputation for debt collection." he said, the sentence a statement of fact rather than threat. "In the Free Cities, when princes or kings default on their debts or are foolish enough not to honor their agreements, the Iron Bank supports new princes and kings to appear." "The Iron Bank has no reason in making this relationship more than a monetary one, especially considering your Crown has yet to repay the original capital borrowed, not to mention the interest. I will not persuade a reliable client like the Sealord to offer his backing to a liability. I am not a diplomat, merely a cordial reminder of the debts owed. Do not presume to involve me or the Iron Bank further than is necessary." "If the Faith invades Essos, the better for us. War is good for business, though I have a distaste for such barbarism." he said, picking a piece of dust from his shoulder. Lady Naeterys wondered for a second if things would have been different if her brother had searched for the aid of the Iron Bank before he had made his foolish move. She didn't think that Aenar had a rightful claim to the throne since their father had stepped down from the succession, and so was the law of the realm. "I see, interesting perspective that your bank is offering. I can't say that I know much about it, so how did you actually begin your endevour? And if you do not wish to be involved, could you at least share a little information about what kind of man he is? Or would that be interference in the eyes of your employer as well?" |
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 3, 2014 10:46:20 GMT -5
"Ah, I thought you might have been him. You sit at the Small Council with my father, then," said Dany, nodding her head. She hardly ever curtsied, that particular custom was not exactly her favourite one. "Daenerys Velaryon. Are you enjoying the party?" she asked, sipping the wine. "Well enough, though I wish His Grace were in a happier mind. I glimpsed you at the coronation a few years ago, though we never spoke." He smiled at her. "Are you enjoying Kings Landing?" |
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Post by Horas on Jan 3, 2014 11:36:50 GMT -5
Aegon frowned as he was momentarily distracted and his... aunt? (after a certain point, the conventional familial labels were less exact fits) badgered the Braavosi with questions and the conversation got away from him.
"I am sure L-... Master Plutoris has no inclination to gossip about other clients, Lady Naeterys." Confidentiality was one of the things the Iron Bank was known for, after all. "Certainly the war has made paying our debts a more drawn out affair than we would have preferred, Envoy, but with some patience we will have the gold to pay you back. You must know that the gold mines in the West are in operation again, and we are once again collecting taxes from White Harbor and Gulltown. I trust you have considered our, ah, forward progress into your calculations."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 12:02:11 GMT -5
Aegon frowned as he was momentarily distracted and his... aunt? (after a certain point, the conventional familial labels were less exact fits) badgered the Braavosi with questions and the conversation got away from him. "I am sure L-... Master Plutoris has no inclination to gossip about other clients, Lady Naeterys." Confidentiality was one of the things the Iron Bank was known for, after all. "Certainly the war has made paying our debts a more drawn out affair than we would have preferred, Envoy, but with some patience we will have the gold to pay you back. You must know that the gold mines in the West are in operation again, and we are once again collecting taxes from White Harbor and Gulltown. I trust you have considered our, ah, forward progress into your calculations." Naeterys barely glance over at Prince Aegon as he spoke to her. She didn't really think that his father nor him would ever be able to pay back the gold they owed, especially with the things were going against the Faith and Naeterys wasn't blind to that the lesser bloodlines were actually quite skilled in defeating those loyal to the Targaryens and so far they had managed to keep the dragons at bay which said a lot, but Prince Aegon was still young and had the naivety that came with youth, even one with the war experience such as Aegon it seemed. "I was merely making conversation, dear nephew, and I didn't ask to know about what kind of girls he likes in bed. I asked what kind of man that Master Plutoris thinks the Sealord is, he is a subject beneath after all and it's good to know what kind of men are ruling at your borders. Don't you think, nephew?" |
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Post by Lord Baelor Targaryen on Jan 3, 2014 12:26:17 GMT -5
Daenerys looked serious for the first time that night. "An object like that.. should not exist at all. If it really is what the stories say it is, whoever owns it would just be killed for it. And then the owner after. Do you really think anyone in this room would just let their dragons to be taken from them?" She shook her head. "I am sorry, cousin, but if there is a Dragonbinder somewhere in the ruins of Valyria, I hope you don't find it. I hope no one ever does." Besides, as she recalled from an old High Valyrian book she once read when attempting to learn the language, Dragonbinder was supposed to kill any who sounded it anyway, and Dany was still undecided about the popular belief that claimed the Targaryens were closer to gods than normal men. As far as she knew, they bled and burned just the same. As this song ended, she gave Baelor a kind smile to assure him they had not finished off on a sour note. "Thank you for the dance, Lord Baelor. I will go get a drink now. Hopefully you have a nice evening," she told him, and took a few steps back, bumping into someone. "Oh, sorry, er.." she said, turning around and recognizing the same Stormlander she had noticed before. "Thank you for the dance, Daenerys," Baelor responded with a bow before turning and walking off the dance floor, searching for the Grand Maester. |
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Jan 3, 2014 14:26:03 GMT -5
Visenya's throat went dry when she saw his weapons. She was sure that his coat had not shifted by accident. His hand on her wrist was viselike, so different from the seductive touch of Blackwood or the comfortable touch of Aegon. She clenched her hand into a fist rather than struggle, and tightened her jaw as he hissed at her, "Princess.""I will be sure to, in the future, cousin." She looked him straight in the eye, though her blood ran cold at the mere thought of him. "Kindly unhand me." Her voice was surprisingly steady, for all that she was shaking like a leaf. She hoped he would not notice. Trajan kept her wrist firmly in his grip for a few moments before releasing it, just long enough to emphasize that he did so by his own volition and not her insistence. Â
"I think you have had enough to drink for one evening." he chided. "Perhaps you should stop now before you cause a scene. It does seem to run in the blood."
She could have growled at that last. Indeed, her teeth were bared, clenched tight in her jaw. "I am quite well, Waters," she said, emphasizing his bastard name with the full force of her distaste for that tarnished bloodline behind it. "Thank you for your concern for my health." She calmly sipped what was left of her wine, what little had not sloshed all over Trajan's clothes. |
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Post by Horas on Jan 3, 2014 14:33:40 GMT -5
Aegon frowned as he was momentarily distracted and his... aunt? (after a certain point, the conventional familial labels were less exact fits) badgered the Braavosi with questions and the conversation got away from him. "I am sure L-... Master Plutoris has no inclination to gossip about other clients, Lady Naeterys." Confidentiality was one of the things the Iron Bank was known for, after all. "Certainly the war has made paying our debts a more drawn out affair than we would have preferred, Envoy, but with some patience we will have the gold to pay you back. You must know that the gold mines in the West are in operation again, and we are once again collecting taxes from White Harbor and Gulltown. I trust you have considered our, ah, forward progress into your calculations." Naeterys barely glance over at Prince Aegon as he spoke to her. She didn't really think that his father nor him would ever be able to pay back the gold they owed, especially with the things were going against the Faith and Naeterys wasn't blind to that the lesser bloodlines were actually quite skilled in defeating those loyal to the Targaryens and so far they had managed to keep the dragons at bay which said a lot, but Prince Aegon was still young and had the naivety that came with youth, even one with the war experience such as Aegon it seemed. "I was merely making conversation, dear nephew, and I didn't ask to know about what kind of girls he likes in bed. I asked what kind of man that Master Plutoris thinks the Sealord is, he is a subject beneath after all and it's good to know what kind of men are ruling at your borders. Don't you think, nephew?" Aegon did not care to argue with family in front of the guests; it reflected poorly on their house. Aegon made a noncommittal sound that could have been agreement or disagreement as he waited for Plutoris to respond. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 15:52:35 GMT -5
"Ah, I thought you might have been him. You sit at the Small Council with my father, then," said Dany, nodding her head. She hardly ever curtsied, that particular custom was not exactly her favourite one. "Daenerys Velaryon. Are you enjoying the party?" she asked, sipping the wine. "Well enough, though I wish His Grace were in a happier mind. I glimpsed you at the coronation a few years ago, though we never spoke." He smiled at her. "Are you enjoying Kings Landing?" "Oh, did you?" Daenerys asked, somewhat surprised, but also flattered that he would remember her. If that was even the case. "I just arrived today, actually. The city seems welcoming so far," she said, and almost forgot about the Stormlander thanks to the handsome Lord Reyne. She smiled and edged a little closer to him, speaking in a slightly lower voice now. "Is there a way to tell when the king is happy? Because whenever I see him, he always wears the same expression." |
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 3, 2014 15:59:55 GMT -5
"Well enough, though I wish His Grace were in a happier mind. I glimpsed you at the coronation a few years ago, though we never spoke." He smiled at her. "Are you enjoying Kings Landing?" "Oh, did you?" Daenerys asked, somewhat surprised, but also flattered that he would remember her. If that was even the case. "I just arrived today, actually. The city seems welcoming so far," she said, and almost forgot about the Stormlander thanks to the handsome Lord Reyne. She smiled and edged a little closer to him, speaking in a slightly lower voice now. "Is there a way to tell when the king is happy? Because whenever I see him, he always wears the same expression." Lord Adam wore just the hint of a smile, though he did not laugh. He was not the kind of man who laughed or smiled often. "So he does. His Grace is not the kind of man to show his emotions. Some men believe it a weakness." It was clear that he was of that persuasion himself. "But you know, if you seek the king in a good mood, perhaps you might approach him the morning after he has spent the night with the queen. That always puts him in a better mood." |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 16:05:33 GMT -5
Dany was quite unsure what to make of this crucial piece of information. "I am not here to see the king, actually, so I might pass on this opportunity. What about you, Lord Reyne, what puts you in a good mood?"
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 3, 2014 16:09:21 GMT -5
"My children. My dogs. Knowing I have done my duty to the crown and found the coin to pay for all that my king requires. Spending my own coin." He grinned at her. "The chink of a full purse is the sweetest sound I know, my lady."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 16:13:59 GMT -5
"So this party was your idea?" she assumed, wondering how good he was with the money. She had heard the crown had little to no gold left. "A difficult job surely, at wartime."
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 3, 2014 16:20:31 GMT -5
"Indeed it is, but someone must do it. It was not my idea, not truly, but it is a necessity. Money or not, our guests from the Free Cities must be entertained else we look like bad hosts. Yet these are the men who are seeking payment, so it does not do to be extravagant. My task was to find the money to pay for the food and entertainment. I think it is not so bad, though I do not look forward to meeting privately with the ambassadors."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 16:35:13 GMT -5
Daenerys nodded as he spoke. "So, the crown has to pay back the Iron Bank of Braavos and to do that, it will have to borrow from the Tyroshi? I am not sure if I got it right, perhaps you could enlighten me?" she asked with a sweet smile.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 3, 2014 17:05:14 GMT -5
"Well, you see, we have hired mercenaries from the Tyroshi and borrowed from the Iron Bank, but I had best not say too much," he replied. "Matters of state, my lady. Though I hope I do not offend you my holding my tongue on the matter."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 17:05:38 GMT -5
"They are indeed, though I had never considered them as inspired by the beasts." Tybalt said, thoughtfully. "Perhaps a dragon at Darkheart hall would lend them more credence." "I would argue its entire purpose is distraction, though a pleasant one with such radiant company." the young man said, showing thought beyond just a handsome face. The Tyroshi sellswords must be distracted with wine and song so that they do not seethe over the fact they have yet to be paid in full for their services." "Quite many to choose from," replied Daenerys, pleasantly surprised that Tybalt seemed as sharp as he was pretty. "They ought to enjoy it, then. They probably paid for it." It was only when she noticed her young cousin standing there uncomfortably that she realized what she'd done. Elseyris was obviously as smitten by the young man as Dany herself, perhaps even more so. Biting her lip, Dany made a call she most likely would not have, had it been any other Targaryen cousin of hers. She could still remember the young girl's desperate attempts to save her father three years ago, and how her heart went out to her at the time. "Dear cousin," Dany began, "I am terribly sorry for bumping into you two like that earlier. I insist you give it another try, without being so unceremoniously interrupted this time." She smiled warmly at the both of them as the musicians started playing their instruments again. "I trust I will see more of you at court?" With that, the heir to Driftmark returned from the dance floor and accepted a goblet of sweet summerwine from a passing servant, now standing next to who she believed to be the Master of Coin. Elseyris curtsied respectfully, looking bashfully at her cousin; "It's quite alright, My Lady. No harm done. I hope you enjoy the party." As Dany walked away, Elseyris looked back to Tybalt. She had only regained some of her previous composure, as her voice became tinged with shyness, despite her attempt to convey bravado; "So, My Lord, what say you to my suggestion?" |
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jan 3, 2014 17:27:17 GMT -5
After going to her room and getting changed into what she assumed would be an outfit more appropriate for a party in the eyes of her mother. It was a green dress, almost exactly the same shade as the scales on Tyraxes, which she had chosen when forced to be fitted for a dress upon her more recent return to the capital. She had also brushed her hair... to a degree.
She had mostly come for the food, having not eaten anything but military rations for a long while, and knowing she'd have a long time without again. That and having not eaten since the morning.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 3, 2014 17:39:08 GMT -5
"Quite many to choose from," replied Daenerys, pleasantly surprised that Tybalt seemed as sharp as he was pretty. "They ought to enjoy it, then. They probably paid for it." It was only when she noticed her young cousin standing there uncomfortably that she realized what she'd done. Elseyris was obviously as smitten by the young man as Dany herself, perhaps even more so. Biting her lip, Dany made a call she most likely would not have, had it been any other Targaryen cousin of hers. She could still remember the young girl's desperate attempts to save her father three years ago, and how her heart went out to her at the time. "Dear cousin," Dany began, "I am terribly sorry for bumping into you two like that earlier. I insist you give it another try, without being so unceremoniously interrupted this time." She smiled warmly at the both of them as the musicians started playing their instruments again. "I trust I will see more of you at court?" With that, the heir to Driftmark returned from the dance floor and accepted a goblet of sweet summerwine from a passing servant, now standing next to who she believed to be the Master of Coin. Elseyris curtsied respectfully, looking bashfully at her cousin; "It's quite alright, My Lady. No harm done. I hope you enjoy the party." As Dany walked away, Elseyris looked back to Tybalt. She had only regained some of her previous composure, as her voice became tinged with shyness, despite her attempt to convey bravado; "So, My Lord, what say you to my suggestion?" Tybalt watched Daenerys depart with a gallant smile and respectful incline of his head, before turning his full attention back to Elseyris.
"How could I refuse such a magnanimous offer?" he asked, though his cocksure grin faltered for a second.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 3, 2014 17:48:15 GMT -5
Trajan kept her wrist firmly in his grip for a few moments before releasing it, just long enough to emphasize that he did so by his own volition and not her insistence.
"I think you have had enough to drink for one evening." he chided. "Perhaps you should stop now before you cause a scene. It does seem to run in the blood."
She could have growled at that last. Indeed, her teeth were bared, clenched tight in her jaw. "I am quite well, Waters," she said, emphasizing his bastard name with the full force of her distaste for that tarnished bloodline behind it. "Thank you for your concern for my health." She calmly sipped what was left of her wine, what little had not sloshed all over Trajan's clothes. Trajan did not flinch at the bastard surname, as Maekar would have. Unlike his brother, he owned and accepted his natural birth as a freedom rather than a bondage.
"It is more duty than concern." he replied, excusing himself. "Enjoy your evening."
After going to her room and getting changed into what she assumed would be an outfit more appropriate for a party in the eyes of her mother. It was a green dress, almost exactly the same shade as the scales on Tyraxes, which she had chosen when forced to be fitted for a dress upon her more recent return to the capital. She had also brushed her hair... to a degree. She had mostly come for the food, having not eaten anything but military rations for a long while, and knowing she'd have a long time without again. That and having not eaten since the morning.
The reason he excused himself was the surprising sight of his sister Rhaena enter the feast hall. He made a beeline for her, falling in at her side.
"Tired of the front already, sister?" he queried. "Or has Maekar lost another dragon?"
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 3, 2014 17:54:18 GMT -5
Aegon frowned as he was momentarily distracted and his... aunt? (after a certain point, the conventional familial labels were less exact fits) badgered the Braavosi with questions and the conversation got away from him. "I am sure L-... Master Plutoris has no inclination to gossip about other clients, Lady Naeterys." Confidentiality was one of the things the Iron Bank was known for, after all. "Certainly the war has made paying our debts a more drawn out affair than we would have preferred, Envoy, but with some patience we will have the gold to pay you back. You must know that the gold mines in the West are in operation again, and we are once again collecting taxes from White Harbor and Gulltown. I trust you have considered our, ah, forward progress into your calculations." Naeterys barely glance over at Prince Aegon as he spoke to her. She didn't really think that his father nor him would ever be able to pay back the gold they owed, especially with the things were going against the Faith and Naeterys wasn't blind to that the lesser bloodlines were actually quite skilled in defeating those loyal to the Targaryens and so far they had managed to keep the dragons at bay which said a lot, but Prince Aegon was still young and had the naivety that came with youth, even one with the war experience such as Aegon it seemed. "I was merely making conversation, dear nephew, and I didn't ask to know about what kind of girls he likes in bed. I asked what kind of man that Master Plutoris thinks the Sealord is, he is a subject beneath after all and it's good to know what kind of men are ruling at your borders. Don't you think, nephew?" Plutoris watched the bickering exchange with expressionless eyes, not even reacting when Naeterys mentioned his preference of bedmate.
"The Sealord is a man that makes his payment on time and values his discretion." was the banker's laconic reply to Naeterys' questions. "And as I said, this was a cordial reminder of the payment owed, likely the first of many. If we did not believe your Crown had the capacity to pay or would with proper encouragement, I would have been far less pleasant."
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Post by Horas on Jan 3, 2014 18:02:11 GMT -5
"Rest assured, Master Plutoris, I place a great deal of importance in properly repaying my debts. As does my father the King." Aegon was not exactly sure of that -- his father might just as well strangle the banker if he thought he could get away with it without consequence. "In the meantime, if there is anything in the city you lack or would like to see, please let me know."
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jan 3, 2014 18:08:52 GMT -5
"Tired of the front? Not a bit of it. I long to return to the stale bread and even staler company, but for now this cake and you shall have to suffice until I get to partake in their joys once more," She replied to Trajan, holding up a lemoncake and holding another out to him, though it had too been for her.
"I am playing messenger today, informing the King of the goings on in the Reach and what our strategy is for the near future, I suspect it won't be long before you find them out, they are hardly ground breaking."
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 3, 2014 18:27:31 GMT -5
"Tired of the front? Not a bit of it. I long to return to the stale bread and even staler company, but for now this cake and you shall have to suffice until I get to partake in their joys once more," She replied to Trajan, holding up a lemoncake and holding another out to him, though it had too been for her. "I am playing messenger today, informing the King of the goings on in the Reach and what our strategy is for the near future, I suspect it won't be long before you find them out, they are hardly ground breaking." "It is that reason that you are father's favorite." Trajan remarked, inspecting the offered lemoncake before popping it into his mouth. "He does miss the front. If Balerion's shadow were not the only thing keeping this city from rising against us, I am sure he would be there with you. He does not enjoy my company as much as yours, though you are one of the few that does not seem to mind having me around."
"I play messenger every night now it seems." he replied lightly, though Rhaena was well aware he meant a much darker form of message. "I have a few to deliver this evening on His Grace's behalf."
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 3, 2014 18:29:41 GMT -5
Princess Laena, the Dowager, glanced all around the feast in satisfaction. House Targaryen was thriving, the war would be over soon and her son was king. In the meantime she did her best to keep an eye on those she considered a threat to the crown and the succession.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 18:30:35 GMT -5
Elseyris curtsied respectfully, looking bashfully at her cousin; "It's quite alright, My Lady. No harm done. I hope you enjoy the party." As Dany walked away, Elseyris looked back to Tybalt. She had only regained some of her previous composure, as her voice became tinged with shyness, despite her attempt to convey bravado; "So, My Lord, what say you to my suggestion?" Tybalt watched Daenerys depart with a gallant smile and respectful incline of his head, before turning his full attention back to Elseyris.
"How could I refuse such a magnanimous offer?" he asked, though his cocksure grin faltered for a second.
Noticing the momentary change in his expression, Elseyris thought perhaps she had made a mistake, a thought her aunt had told her never to entertain, but a powerful one nonetheless. "Is everything alright, My Lord? I won't be offended if you would rather not. I am not so arrogant as to assume everyone shares my enthusiasm for dragons and flying. Perhaps some fine food and wine in the gardens when the weather permits would please you more?" |
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Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too