I nearly went into panic when little Daenerys came out of nowhere asking about that. Sure, in hindsight, I should have told her... something, anything, I should have remembered that children are not dumb, and in fact, they may just be more perceptive than us Adults.

Viserys, thankfully, was too busy training with Tormo at the moment -finally allowed to train with weapons, even if they were the stage props used by actors- and so we were pretty much alone.

"No dear," I told her with a warm smile, "But I met many people who did. Some were servants that found their way here, others were nobles, you wouldn't believe what a Lord says when he believes that no one important will hear him" I chuckled lightly. Sure, I did meet some other people that had been on the Targaryen Household. One of them was even in the Troupe, he had been a stable boy in the Red Keep and shortly before the Siege he decided to leave, as his family was already dead by then he snuck aboard a ship to Braavos and found himself acting... Of course, I could not tell her the true answer to her question. That I'd read about their lives in books so long ago that it was essentially another life, that my success actually was the product of the many stories I had heard in those days...

Daenerys looked at me, a small frown upon her face, and so I smiled. "It is a good thing that you asked little one, but you must be careful, this kind of questions, if asked when there's someone else with us, might cause other people to look more closely into us, and we don't want that." I kept my smile and looked at her. I have to admit, I have never known how to deal with a little girl.

She seemed satisfied, at least for now. Or at the very least, she was not sure of what to ask next. Or at least it was so for a few seconds. She looked at me and I sat after a moment or two.

"Was my father a bad man?" Of course such a thing worried her. And I had no idea of how to reply to that. She was too young, and I did not want to tell her just how insane Aerys was until I was completely sure that she could understand.

"Dear, your father did many bad things," I told her, slightly reluctantly. "I never met him, and I will tell you what he did when you're older."

She looked at me, as if trying to process this. She didn't say anything else, and then returned to where Taella was.

With a small groan I went to get myself a glass of small ale. I would have gone for something stronger, but I must admit that I am simply not willing to drown my senses in alcohol... I'm enough of a damn fool when sober after all.

I am not entirely sure how long had passed when Annaria approached me, she looked at me and stood with her arms crossed.

"What next?" She asked, I had an idea of what was she talking about it, but still, I found myself asking;

"What do you mean?"

Rolling her eyes, the dark-skinned woman watched me before adding, "The boy is serious about the whole Throne of Westeros and all that comes with it... So what will you do?"

"Honestly?" I looked at her, standing up from my seat, "That's what worries me, I have no damn idea of what is going to happen. For all I know, the Sealord is fully behind having me as a somewhat expendable caretaker for them, I think he and the Iron Bank believe that having the two alive and at hand is a decent insurance for the tons of gold and silver the Westerosi King has borrowed already."

"And you owe the Antaryons some favors after all," She commented, amused.

"I am glad to see that this is entertaining to you Annaria," I deadpanned, causing her to let out a small laugh. "In any case, I won't boot them out of my house, Viserys... needs as much help as he can get in growing beyond the entitled little shit phase, and I doubt that they'll be able to find somewhere else to stay without resorting to gods know what... If it were Viserys alone I might even consider it, but the girl?"

She laughed some more, but it was not a mocking laugh.

"Good thing Taella and I are here, you would be at a loss on how to deal with her."

"I would Annaria, I may be a fool but even I know when I don't have the skills to do a thing."

To some, especially from the other so-called Free Cities, or from Westeros, that I allowed Annaria, Taella and even Tormo -not that he did it- to banter like this with me could seem anywhere from absolutely barbaric, to an affront to the natural order... Truth is, sure, they were officially my servants -that is, hired to do various chores or provide security while living at my home, thus having food and board paid by me on top of their salary- But I had met the two women when I had barely arrived to Braavos, In some ways I owed my life to those two. And to Tormo in other very real ways.

Loyalty, I've come to learn, cannot be truly bought. Those whose loyalties are bought with gold or honors or gifts can easily flip on you as soon as someone comes to them with more.

Thankfully, those three were friends, even more than they were my employees.