"I thought about a great many places, Papa," Harper said. The whole thing had been spurred by a fellow saying everything she did lacked experience. Experience came from life, from traveling, from doing... things. Seventeen years in Lys and she had a good deal of knowledge of worldly things, but little knowledge of the actual world. "I thought I would like to come here because it is different, and would be new, and is in part your home."
The description of the patronage seemed odd. When you patroned an artist, playwright or anything back home if they displeased you turned them out on their ear. Then they went, got drunk and often weaseled their way into another household. This sounded different. Harper wasn't sure if it was good or bad, but it was something that would have prestige, to be able to claim later on in life that she had worked not just for a rich household, but a royal one.
"I suppose as long as I could write and return home on occasion, it would not be a bad thing to be tied to a city or a house. I think there would perhaps be a bit more appreciation among the better educated for some of my works," she said, a bit dryly given how a couple of her things had gone over on the druken sods of the public here.
King's landing was an odd place, really. Not a bad one - if you weren't factoring in the food. That, and her mother always enjoyed a new source of information, even if what she sent home was ordinary gossip.