Trials and Tribulations of the Oathkeeper

Chapter 66: Investigations, Secrets, and Scandals

Red Keep ― Daveth's solar...

Daveth sat at his desk writing letters with his right hand whilst shuffling other documents with his left. Beside him stood Olyvar who assisted by mostly keeping important documents filed and organized and ensured His Grace did not lack refreshments. It was his first time in King's Landing, yet already was thrust into the thick of it; he remained a squire, yet felt anxious of wanting to continue his formal training. "Patience" or "learn how to adapt to the capital" were the responses he'd be met with whenever Olyvar inquired.

"What do we have so far?" Daveth asked, his eyes still set on the letter he was writing.

Olyvar held up another piece of paper. "Ser Colbat of House Darry made another request of reviewing his port's charter; says House Harner keeps harassing his merchant vessels."

"Ser Colbat had been making one inquiry after another for years, yet only postures and still offers no evidence to support his claim... again. Refuse him, and should he try again Lord Tywin will simply send a singer to his halls. What else?"

"Lady Reina Fishport reports that her vineyard around Summerhall has brought in additional revenue and brought about significant wealth to her house, yet sadly tells us her husband succumbed to the fever."

She was one of my best agents. The common girl I raised to nobility two years ago after she aided Lord Marbrand. "I see. Please send her my condolences."

"As you wish, Your Grace."

Daveth shuffled through more documents, reviewing them one by one—until he started examining a report from Wisdom Hallyne of the Alchemists' Guild. Earlier upon returning to King's Landing but before the Greyjoy trial started, the Young Stag had privately instructed his uncle Ser Jaime Lannister and some of his top agents with removing the wildfire caches stationed at several major boulevards which remained scattered throughout the capital. From beneath the Great Sept of Baelor, beneath the Dragonpit, the slums of Flea Bottom, beneath the Red Keep and from houses, stables, taverns to every one of the city's gates, Daveth was rather disturbed when he learned of the Mad King's wildfire plot from Jaime. Once he was told the caches were completely removed, the Young Stag felt a bit of relief pouring over him. His eyes re-read each word of Hallyne's complaining penmanship over and over again.

"And so, the final curtain falls..."

Olyvar swore he heard something. "Your Grace?"

"It's nothing. Anything on today's agenda I should know?"

"Father has extended you an invitation to attend the wedding of my sister Roslin and Lord Edmure Tully back home at the Twins, Your Grace."

"Only because I had to clean up my brother-in-law's mess, no doubt. Tell me, Olyvar, wasn't one of your relatives married off recently?"

"Yes, Your Grace. My niece Walda married Lord Roose Bolton a couple of nights ago and now resides at the Dreadfort. Father offered her weight in silver as a dowry."

Ah... the fat one, the Young Stag shuddered at the thought. "So long as she keeps her distance from Lord Bolton's bastard son, then I wish her well."

"Thank you, Your Grace."

Daveth set his quill down and lifted a fist to his chin. Which reminds me, I'll need to send a raven to Winterfell at some point. Have Ser Rodrik keep a close eye on Ramsay.

"Your Grace?" spoke Olyvar.

"What else is there to discuss?"

The Frey squire sighed and examined the last document. "Lord Petyr Baelish has arrived in King's Landing from the Eyrie; says it's an urgent business."