Office #19, Tuesday Morning, 9/20

[halfman_lion]

Tyrion swore his paperwork had multiplied itself since last week. He spent the start of his office hours quarreling with it.

When that battle had temporarily fought itself to a draw, he started trying to research ways to fulfill his bargain with Lucrezia.

He hoped Kate could find him a decent tailor; while he maintained he had the right to

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[unburnt_queen]

Dany was actually perusing the teachers' offices for her own purposes -- she assumed that Ser Jorah would want to know of her progress forming alliances here, if he were to visit. And while Dany had been keeping to herself in her grief (another expectation of Ser Jorah, she expected), she knew that the fastest way to gain followers was to find the people in power. Like her own teachers

[halfman_lion]

"Good morning," Tyrion said, then cocked his head and froze. The young woman at the picnic had mentioned having a Westerosi roommate, but as the weeks had passed he'd begun to think either the girl was mistaken, or her roommate was someone so far displaced from him in time or importance that the shared homeworld didn't matter.

Foolish of him to count on such luck. The white hair marked this young woman as every inch a Targaryen, even if he'd thought Viserys's poor sister too young for this school. Though -- it wasn't necessarily the same year for her, was it?

He realized he'd been staring for a moment, trying to make sense of her garments and bearing. Invite her in and see what she has to say.

"Come in. I suppose it's foolish to inquire if you have a particular idea who I am."

[unburnt_queen]

"Who sent you?" Dany asked quietly, stepping in but making it a point to keep the door open enough that she could dart back out if needed. "Who knows I'm here? Your sister? Your brother?" She'd foolishly thought her assassination attempts might cease. She'd forgotten Cersei's reputation, and that her twin had killed Dany's own father.

[halfman_lion]

Defensive little thing, wasn't she? Though Tyrion didn't exactly have to look far to understand her reasons. Some part of his brain was calculating how quickly he could get to the dagger in his bottom drawer, were it needed.

"I sent myself, and two minutes ago, I had no idea you were here. I certainly haven't had the time to send a raven since," he answered. "A better question is, why did your brother send you here?"

He was sure the beggar king had a reason, but it was an exceptionally hard one to puzzle out.