Of all the languages that descend from Valyrian, Braavosi is the most distinct. Not only because it is effectively a Creole, with much mixture from tongues such as Old Andal, Rhoynar, Ghiscari, and a hundred other languages that were lost in the inexorable march of the Valyrian Freehold and its ruthless hunger for slaves, languages that only live in a few vestigial words spoken only in the Braavosi language.
Of all the Post-Valyrian languages, Braavosi is also a very musical tongue, the rythm of speech, the patterns. Is it such a surprise that Braavos is the place where Theatre has flourished, when not only the culture of Braavos lends itself to its citizens questioning the traditions and institutions of their ancestors -so long as none advocate for Slavery- but when its speech is so well-suited for it?
Surprisingly, the High Andal tongue, the Common Tongue of the Westerosi Nobility, was also a very musical language, but its own storytelling tradition was rather primitive. So of course, two of the plays I worked on were being written in it.
I chose to make my... commissioned play for the King as something that was not exactly his rebellion, but he and all of Westeros would see the paralells. After all, who was Robert Baratheon but a man who wished to be like Liu Bang, the Gaozu Emperor of Han? He had once had the charisma, but to be entirely honest, he lacked the wisdom.
The story was, of course, heavily edited. Liu Bang was no longer from a wealthy peasant family, but from a minor noble one. a Love interest was added, and a second member of the Qin was invented to play the part of Rhaegar Targaryen. It was also quite shortened, skipping entirely the war against his former allies in Chu, but no one had to know that. Xiang Yu was instead a lukewarm ally that delivered the final blow after Liu Bang had brought down the Emperor's son in battle... Sure, I was taking many a liberty, but to be fair, I had made the decision based on the character of the protagonist.
As for the play that Mopatis and Varys desired. There was yet another story that, while not exactly what they desired, would be a good one to tell. I could see why they wanted it done, as surely the Captain of the Golden Company would attend to its opening. It was an attempt to reinforce his -and his company's- loyalty. After all, if Mopatis could pay for this frivolous piece of mummery, he could surely foot the bill for their return home.
And so I chose a Prince, he was already a man when his dynasty was killed, but he survived and fled, passing as a commoner from Damascus to Tunis, from the Maghreb to Cordoba...The Falcon of Andalusiawould surely appeal to them.
Then there was the third play. I did not intend to release it yet, or any time soon. This one would be a tale of Robert Baratheon's Revolt, a tale of sorrow and despair, of Men brought low by their pride, or by their victory.
Of course, such a play was to remain in my house, hidden among the books I owned until a day when publishing it would not get me killed.
Once I was done for the day, I went to check on Daenerys and her... dancing teacher.
There are many downsides to being as politically connected as I have to be. There are also many perks that come with it, such as having one of the men that is a candidate to becoming First Sword available to teach my supposed sister how to defend herself.
I had forgotten about it when I met him, but of course, being in the good graces of Ferrego Antaryon, the Bravo I had met, and who had more of a head than most of the other Bravos was indeed one Syrio Forel.
Viserys came soon enough, somewhat bruised but holding his own better than before. He had lost some of the fat he still had when he arrived, and was more muscled. Not to mention that he actually seemed to have some form of achievment to be proud of -he had managed to best Tormo in one of the practice bouts. It had been luck, but it did wonders for his mental state-
"Something on your mind boy?" I asked him as he watched his sister, there was some bitterness in his eyes, as well as love.
"I... I have just been thinking that I will soon be of age to marry." Viserys said, and I managed not to curse. Because that would likely mean that the Dornish would do something stupid sooner rather than later.