Brandon
Brandon was in his Chambers dark corners, he after ordering that a mirror be installed near the basin higher in the wall, from the castle servants that Lord Targaryen who ordered to be called the Great Dragon had a mirror in his own bathing chamber, he wasn't that vain to need to see his image while bathing so he took the mirror off and suggested that a mirror be placed in his Chamber in the suggested place, Brandon took a suitable amount of water from the basin and put on his thick dark brown tied hair and some on his bushy beard then he dried his fingers then he took a dark blue handkerchief and dried his hands and fingers and readjusted his night dark blue colored doublet that thin almost transparent silky silver lines and small white snow drops in the shape of mountains, he lowered his wide dark brown belt that had silver instead of metal he also lowered his night dark blue cape that had a silver pin that was in that was in the shape of two claws and in the middle a large round night dark blue jewel, his legs hardened, his night dark blue breeches tightening his higher level of similarly night dark boots had silver edges, Brandon with his appearance respectful turned and took three Parchments and left,he made a circle around his large bed and walked till he reached the door, opened and left, with his other hand closing the door without though, Brandon marched the hallway and the boy servant in the weathered black and red of House Targaryen passing in a hurry, the boy was nearing past the age of being a servant boy but the Targaryen Lord didn't seem about his servants, the Starks took care about their people from the lowest to their highest but House Targaryen it seems they care about Conquest and like high areas with hot weather to match their high pride and rage, he won't let the boy stay like that it would bring shame to his new House with given time Brandon would clothe the boy and see if he had any talent in particular to advance his station, reputation seemed like a good task and correcting Lord Aegon's faults was a worth while thing ,Brandon saw the direction of where the boy was headed to the Maester's Quarters, he remembered were the boy came then the door creaked and someone said something and the boy fled, the castle's Maester seemed haughty because he was the only Maester, Brandon remembered that Winterfell was filled with Maesters but none were like this old hag and when you take that he was a old Maester it still didn't add as Winterfell's Maester's were older but the High Maester of the North wasn't like him hells this Maester was probably in his early 60s, he remembered as a Stark has a good memory he was raised mostly by man, his father, his brother Torrhen and the Maester's and for authenticity he was raised by some serving woman some were close to being his grandmother and some a little older than him, he would invite the Maester and say that he won't tolerate child abuse for simple reasons, under his roof was against his rules as in the North age didn't matter actions did as Brandon the Builder who is depicted in Southerner Parchments by the foolish Southernes with busy eyebrows and busy beard, built the Wall at 14 years of age , he walked seeing one of his passing soldiers sso he waved " soldiers come ." They came and bowed " If you see the Tailor tell him that I will come quickly ." They nodded ,dipped their sharp pointy helmets and left, their white capes fluttering of their quick motion, Brandon turned and marched for he had a thing to do of importance before the Essosi Tailor came.
Brandon sat after bringing what he needed to secure the Tyroshi Tailor's service, the door opened and the Tailor came then his guards closed the door after the Tailor advanced then neared his desk Brandon half stood keeping his waist and thighs from fully standing a technique he learned while he sat near his father because of his short and small stature he saw how his father half stood without tiring himself and later he saw his half-brother do, after the Essosi Tailor smiled Brandon stretched his hand and shook the Tyroshi Tailor's hand then they both sat, Brandon begun the conversation with a respectful manner " How do you fare. " the Tailor laughed ":well, and I'm thankful. " Brandon brought a apple wine bottle and a silver cup carved with Dragons " you for the mood for a wine cup?" The Tailor made a refusal sign with his hand " I'm full at the moment and appreciate the gesture. " the Essosi Tailor looked around the Solar " I see you have removed the evidence of the former hosts. " he tapped his fingertips on the desks edges " I have to or else some form re-emergence will start and deep scarlet isn't my color and...I have a lot of free time. " the Tyroshi Tailor ran his fingers through his goatee then said " cautious is always good and I agree you are a Northerner and it's in your blood as both Northerners and Tyroshi have subjected to Valyrian Tyranny, the North had smallfolk with them young girls taken to slaves and bed slaves and Tyroshi have half of their lineage to the Ghiscari Empire and Rhoynor who after defeat had been inslaved so I understand the dislike of the Dragons and with free time like that some get bored. "He asked " how did you share?" the Essosi Tailor said " I had a rather satisfying meal with business dealers , Merchants and Tailor's " Brandon's eyes flashed curiously and said " do tell, the History of the dislike of the Valyrian. " the Tailor said " if you where interested in deep lore or have visited Essos you would know, the Valyrians with them the Targaryen's where weary of the Volcanos and having a deep want to humiliate and dominate they started a war with the Ghiscari Empire and the Rhoynish and after they won. " his face became full of disgust " with their tremendous need of coupling they took many noble Lady's from the Ghisgari Empire and the Rhoynish even poor girls from smallfolk family's that their father's didn't contribute were taken. " Brandon nodded solemnly " with your gift I thought you could sew me new flags and tapestries with my new Sigil in the walls. " the Essosi Tailor laughed " I thought you needed me for something else, that requirement will happen another day. " he circled the walls with his finger " Ah,well true mayhaps another day, after I think of my New Sigil. " the Tyroshi Tailor grinned " I see you do enjoy being a Lord and fancying with Lordship, What do you require my Lord ." he said " alright if you want to know what I require. " then he opened a drawer and brought three Parchments and unfolded. " as you see I chose unusual colors, experimentations. " then he bend and stretched his hand so the Tailor came and took them " as you see three colors all in light shades. " the Essosi Tailor's eyes scanned the three ink drops on the three Parchments " what of the color change, why not your House's usual colors or your usual colors, different shades of grey, different shades of blue, different shades of White . " Brandon breathed " I wanted a change from my usual colors, and I want light colors, light yellow, silver and dark nearly black, I want them all doublets and breeches and capes all in the three colors ." the Tyroshi Tailor folded them and put them in his pocket " they will be ready on the next day. " Brandon said "to show I don't forget a good service." than he opened a second drawer and took a heavy purse filled with gold coins then he held so the Essosi Tailor came " and especially a good friend. " the Tailor answered stuttering " of course. " then Brandon dropped the purse in his hands " are sure I can give a Valyrian Steel sword. " the Tailor neared the exit than turned and said " like the saying goes nothing cuts like a Tyroshi Dagger ." then he left Brandon quickly changed his Lordly face and closed the drawer and sat ending with Brandon with a casual face .
As you see Brandon is taking care of things and this is the lore of this World's universe and one I suspect happened and some changes will happen with House Targaryen being replaced by the Starks and how the Valyrians had a unnatural and bad effect and how mother nature recycles corrupting forces with Ancient forces with a branch of House Stark replacing the Targaryen's in the Dragon Isles and how every people says they have the sharpest weapon with the Bolton saying Our Blades are Sharp and the Valyrian saying Nothing cuts like Valyrian Steel and a hidden saying by House Tyrell Growing Strong in position and authority from being simple stewards to Lord Paramounts to having seats at Kings Landing in the Small Council .