He chuckled and laid an arm around Harper's shoulders, leaning in to kiss her cheek, mindful of the ink she seemed to be set on bathing in. "It is no place for a jewel of your talent, sweetling. But there is a remedy to that as well..."
Tyrith drew out a second piece of paper with the directions to a manse in the more expensive district near to the Red Keep itself. "I believe this address may be more to your liking. Of course the queen will gift you rooms in the keep, but writers do need their retreats." He looked around the room in distaste. "I will send some men to help you remove whatever is needful in the morning."