a royal offer... Who: Tyrith Lannister, Harper di Frances What: extending an invitation Where: the inn Harper is staying at When: May 6, late morning Status: Open to Harper Rating: PG
Aeria had known the moment the girl landed who she was- and probably before. He wasn't sure if that had played into her request that he relay the message, or into the message itself but knowing her Martell humor, he guessed it had assisted in some small way.
The inn wasn't as bad as he'd feared but the Lord of Casterly Rock still eyed it with distaste. The establishment was a far cry from Harper's mother's palazzo. Wanting to know something of the world was well and good but she'd have to accept a manse or some small house in the nicer districts if she didn't choose to reside in the keep.
He ignored the innkeeper's raised brows and found his own way upstairs, followed by two men-at-arms. It might be easier to let the rumor of having a mistress circulate but it would be more upsetting to the gossips if he was openly on royal business. He knocked at the door to Harper's room and waited, careful to let the passing maid catch a glimpse of the royal seals on the scroll he carried.