Brewing Calm (D1 EA Tremaine Pavillions)

[Maester Simon]

"Well, yes. That is true." he readily agree with her. "As for that, it depends. See, maesters are employed by the houses to council their lords and to educate their children. The decision is of course always left to the lord or lady of the land, we are more a guiding hand. Should a noble possess the knowledge maester has, or indeed something he doesn't, would that not benefit the house? The Targaryen queens of old were co-rulers, not consorts." They had also been often sisters of the king, something Simon chose to left out. "Surely lady Alicent can try to guide her lord husband, should he require council."

"Oh... no harm done, mi'lady." Simon bowed. "My pleasure."

[Alicent Feyther]

Ali answered almost automatically, as if it was something she'd repeated so long it was a reflex. "The Targaryens have nothing to do with me." Then continued, "If I can't appeal to someone enough to find a husband, it won't matter. But I appreciate the advice."

She curtsied. "Have a good afternoon, Maester Simon. It was a pleasure speaking with you. I look forward to doing so in the future."

[Maester Simon]

"Well, no. Doesn't mean you cannot help your future husband, eh?" Fuck Targayens anyway. Mad King was dead, and now they had new, seemingly sane King. "As for that, I am not perhaps the best person to comment. Maesters never marry after all." There was perhaps a pang of sadness in his voice. "We do our part... the way we can."

"Have a nice day, lady Alicent." Simon bowed again.