family letters
Who: Jaehaerys Targaryen, Myrwin Martell When: Day 22, late evening, Myrwin's chambers in Sunspear What: A letter sent by stealth sometime earlier Rating: PG Status: Open
*encrypted by the familial system as usual* The letter was not large nor written on the best parchment. It looked remarkably like something a down-on-his-luck hedgeknight or sailor might send to creditors demanding payment. If Jaehaerys had learned anything from his mother it was that appearances were important. It kept people from looking for the truth.
Uncle, Greetings. Kings Landing looks like hell, if hell had a thriving trade in corpses. I pray the plague does not visit Sunspear. I encountered your sister the other night. She seems to be having the time of her life, but I think there is something amiss with her. She's already been ill- a day spent in the halls of healing in the city. I suspect it might have been one of her experiments but proximity to the illness could not have helped. I do not presume to know her better or best know what to do but I ask you consider recalling her to Dorne. I know well you need her here, but there is something darker than the bowls of brown in Flea Bottom brewing in the city.
I've also made the acquaintance of a little lioness... and her father. The Great lion calls himself loyal but I wonder. He's a key into the castle at least, however, and that much is useful. I do not doubt your fair sister has written already about these matters.
In the streets I hear sympathy for the Starks over their daughter and some speak well of William- he has ridden through the streets and made an appearance of support at least and that is something. I met him myself during my work at the docks. He seems a capable leader, who knows how to administer well enough... though I get the impression he did not realize how heavy a crown might be nor how uneasy it is to sit in a throne made of swords. But far more I hear anger and resentment. The wolves are made for colder climes, perhaps, but the storms and the plague did not help. Strange that the point of sympathy is their firstborn child's illness. Among certain of the people you might think that there is a feeling that the Starks' loss of a child might make up for the defects- if they too suffer a loss it might bring them closer to their would-be subjects... I hope there's an easy cure for the girl.
I suspect soon shall come a betrothal to lions. There are rumors of your sister making quite an impression on a certain riverlord as well... fish and lions. Interesting company we seem to be finding.
Of other matters I have heard no word. No trace of any others has arisen and I only hope I can find answers in the walls of the keep. I hope that the Lion at least serves his purpose in that respect.
The letter was signed Jaer Sand, more for Jaehaerys' own amusement than an actual cover name. One bastard name was as good as another really and as Jaer it would fit his persona to use whatever last name he cared to though he couldn't help thinking his mother would murder him herself for using that particular version.