The interior of the harbor building looked normal, and shabby by Weiss' standards at least. That was to be expected, she lived in a literal palace, and had visited Casterly Rock a few times when she was younger, so it'd take a much more elaborate building in order to impress the young Lannister. Highgarden sounded like a wonderful place to go and visit during the spring, with its lush surroundings, or the Hightower of Oldtown with its eternal flame. Weiss would have to find a way to convince her parents to let her travel the world once she was older. It'd be hard, but not impossible.

Weiss allowed her eyes to wander around the relatively cramped entrance, Sery Larys took up a lot of room with his boiled leather and Lannister plate armor. The entrance led into a hallway of what seemed like a decently sized room, and broke off into other pathways. She could hear the sound of people chattering, their conversations disguised by a light echo.

"You are to stand by my side, and remain silent unless spoken to." Father spoke up, twisting his head to look her in the eyes. It was another test, Weiss may have been a Lannister, but this was still a society that was primarily run by men.

"Yes Father." Weiss bowed her head slightly. She followed Father down the main hallway, with Ser Larys silently following closely behind them, keeping her hands in front of her and ensuring that she stood straight. They entered the room Weiss had spotted earlier, judging from the door and location, likely an office of some sort.

"Lord Dramen!" A fat man sitting behind a desk at the far end of the chambers exclaimed. He struggled to sit up, with his fingers built like the sausages that Weiss had eaten to break her fast this morning. His beard was divided into three prongs and were dyed green and blue. It took the help of his young attendant to lift him onto his feet. The Tyroshi quickly approached Father. "It's always such an honor to conduct business with you, Lord Lannister." He had an accent, one that said the common tongue was not his native language. His accent was thick, and each word was spoken slowly to ensure he was pronunciating the words correctly.

Father kept his face impassive, a true politician. "You build good ships, Lysonos, I'd be a fool to not keep you close." He spoke bluntly, the tone at odds with his impassive face. The Tyroshi was well perfumed, smelling likes the honey cakes that always made Weiss' mouth water.

Weiss had only heard whispers of Lysonos Mopyl, the Tyroshi harbormaster that ran the docks under the direction of Father and Lord Tywin. The kitchen maids and servants that acted as bedwarmers for some of her Father's knights needed to guard their tongues closer, but in the end they served their purpose in providing Weiss information. Even if she did have to sift through it a tad for usefulness.

"Of course, Lord Dramen." Lysonos offered a smile, one that was framed like a photograph by his colorful beard and bushy mustache. His bright eyes gave Weiss a glance before darting to Ser Larys who stood a few feet behind them. "And who is this beautiful young lady you have here?"

There was her queue. Weiss gave him a polite curtsy, with a calculated smile, a childish yet ladylike one. It was seriously worrying how much she remembered from her old life and how useful it was. She was using the exact same mannerisms and everything.

"My daughter, Weiss." Father formed a proud smirk. "I'm teaching her how Lannisters run our business."

"A wise choice my Lord." Lysonos bobbed his head up and down, causing his three chins to wobble. A lesser girl would've erupted into a series of laughing fits, but Weiss was no lesser girl. She would laugh in her head, like a proper lady would do. "Always a good idea to have them learn young. May I presume that you are here to check on the progress of The Lion's Claws?"

Despite his jovial attitude, Lysonos' eyes reminded Weiss of a shark. The Lannisters were the richest family in all of Westeros, he must've been charging an outrageous price for the construction of Lord Tywin's flagship. And that was assuming he wasn't using any one of a dozen schemes to further line his pockets by cutting corners or scamming the contractors.

"Of course." Father continued. "Lord Tywin and I expect nothing but the best from you." The unspoken threat being Lysonos's immediate replacement should he not live up to their expectations, and that was if Tywin was happy with what had happened thus far with the ship. If he felt cheated, then his wrath would be legendary. Perhaps he would have a new song written?

If the Tyroshi felt threatened, he didn't show it, keeping his mask firmly planted on his round face. "You would be glad to know that The Lion's Claws has finished construction, ahead of schedule. Would you like a tour of it, my Lord? Ser Royce Lanny should be testing its sea worthiness at this time of day."

Father gave Weiss a brief side glance, crossing his arms over his chest in faux-thought. He answered after a few seconds.

"Very well."

The wood that made up the gangplanks that stood between Father's entourage and the water creaked with every step that Lysonos took, Weiss noticed. Not that she had anything against fat people, Professor Port was one of the smartest and most agile people that she knew in her past life. He simply looked out of place, in a work area such as this. Still, at least Weiss got to see her family's fleet from up close thanks to the fat Tyroshi. It was always nice to see where her family earned their money from, after all. The largest ships had several scorpions on board, and held over a hundred rowers. The Lannisters spared no expense when it came to the defense of the Westerlands, that was a sign of wise investment. After all, having all the gold in the world meant nothing if someone could just take it from you.

Father walked ahead of them alongside Lysonos and Ser Lays, while Weiss followed shortly behind him with Ser Tylan and her companions, close enough to eavesdrop, but far enough to offer them privacy.

"You've never been aboard one, My Lady?" Ser Tylan had resumed his normal duties, of ensuring that Weiss and her friends remained safe. He was talking to Alis.

She shook her head in faux amazement, her dark eyes wide with wonder. "I have not, Ser Knight." Alis stared at him in awe, like a child who got to hold a shiny new gun.

"Have you ever been aboard one, Ser Tylan?" Alysanne continued the conversation. Weiss followed along with one ear, allowing her eyes to wander discretely around the docks..

"Aye, during the War of the Ninepenny Kings." Ser Tylan smiled. "I was a young squire serving a household knight under the command of Ser Jason Lannister. I was there when Barristan the Bold ended the war, dueling Maelys the Monstrous in single combat." He boasted. Yet, she could detect a sense of truth in his voice. This wasn't just him bragging, he likely had been there for it.

The conversation dragged on, with Ser Tylan sharing stories that Weiss had already heard hundreds of times before. She turned her ears outwards, sailors and workers would know all of the rumors that came through Lannisport, only the merchants would carry more information. If she was to be the Lady of Lannisport, should Father and Mother not have a son, Weiss would need to know as much information as possible to rule as effectively as she could.

Rumors, while often insane and without cause, often held a sliver of truth behind them. She learned that the hard way when Weiss was a Schnee, navigating the death trap that was Atlasian high society. They passed by a dromond with dozens of harborworkers scurrying around the top deck, adjusting the scorpions and catapults. A few were hanging over the side of the dromonds, repairing storm damage.

"Price of bread is gettin too high." A sun burnt man complained to his companion holding a hammer. His companion shrugged, hefting his hammer in his toned arms as he did so, revealing a body lined with ropy muscles.

"At least you can buy bread, I get paid pennies, and can barely buy grain." His friend shrugged. They hadn't seemed to notice that they weren't alone, which was to be expected. Weiss was only able to hear over the sound of men yelling and hammer hitting nails due to her aura enhanced ears. Blake would've easily been able to hear every conversation around here, with her cat ears. Faunus truly were superior to humans, at least in this area, Weiss had just been too blind to see it.

The price of bread depended on various factors, and was out of Weiss' control until she could help influence it. They reached another dromond, this one larger with another deck full of a hundred oars. The figurehead was that of a roaring lion, and was filled with dozens of hardworking men, on deck and over the side. Father looked impressed as they drew closer to the gangplank that would allow them to board, and Ser Tylan continued entertaining Weiss' two friends, this time talking about his meeting with Ser Barristan. Good on him, he can endure their inane chatter for now, it would give her a short break.

Weiss ignored them while appearing to be engrossed in their conversation. This must've been the Lion's Claws. It truly was impressive, at least, to her inexperienced eyes, she preferred Atlesian warships to Westerosi war galleys.Not just for being more advanced, just in general, they seemed more impressive.

"Don't see the need for another ship." A worker scratched the back of his head, he was inspecting the wooden hull. "Haven't seen any squids in months." His coworker shrugged while sanding a rough spot to his left, swearing as an especially tough knot resisted his efforts.

Squids? Did he mean the Ironborn?

"You two shuddit." A third man spoke up, staring at the two of them over the railing. "I hear that some ships from Lys are due to arrive any day now, I don't need the two giving me bad luck, summoning those pirates." He was wearing better quality clothes than the other two.

"The only good squid is a dead squid." The one who was sanding the wood spat into the sea. Thankfully, he was too far away for any of his spittle to land on her. "I heard from a lad off of the Dawn Treader that they haven't seen any longships for weeks."

That was weird, Weiss would have to ask Ser Tylan about it later. The Iron Islands were one of the first topics Maester Harmune included in his lessons. They were an old enemy of the Westerlands, always attempting to raid its coasts, steal its riches, and kidnap men and women to take back to their barren islands as thralls and salt wives. They must've been planning something big for all their longships to not have been spotted in a while.

"Ser Tylan?" Weiss spoke up, politely interrupting a conversation about the Stepstones. The elderly knight turned his head in her direction.

"Yes, my Lady?" Ser Tylan gave her another smile, his bushy mustache hiding his upper lip.

"Did you ever fight any Ironborn?" Weiss asked, locking her elbows with Alysanne who held her closely. Steering the conversation in the direction she wanted would be a piece of apple cake.

"Once or twice." Ser Tylan admitted, placing his hand on the pommel of his sword. "Faircastle is often the target of raids, Lord Lannister sends a few ships every few moons to help deter them."

"So would you say that their longships are commonly spotted out at sea?" Weiss' light voice hid the true nature of her questions. Alysanne and Alis remained silent, paying close attention to Ser Tylan's words. She was sure they would have preferred a more beautiful knight to guard them, but they were polite ladies.

"Aye. Lord Greyjoy claims he cannot control his bannermen, they often try to raid ships coming from the Free Cities." Ser Tylan explained. "No need to worry my Lady, squids are scared of lions. Should they attempt something, all Lord Tywin needs to do is send them a bard, and remind them the words of House Lannister."

That made all three girls giggle. Father and Lysonos boarded the double decked dromond with Sery Larys and four other men-at-arms. The workmen aboard the ship either redoubled their efforts, or stood up, to look at their superiors.

"What if the Ironborn haven't been seen in weeks?" Weiss pressed. She feigned anxiety by allowing her arm to shake slightly. Alysanne caressed her wrist in return.

Ser Tylan's smile turned into a frown. "Where did you hear that, my Lady?" Hm, that didn't seem good. If it wasn't serious, then he should've been able to keep that mask on his face without cracking. Maybe this was a bit more serious than she thought it was.

"I overheard a few sailors, they said something about longboats not being spotted for months, and how none of our tradeships have arrived with damage from battle." She lied about that last part, but he didn't need to know that. But it did seem logical to her mind at least.

"Nothing wrong with that. Even squids have to attend to their harvests." Ser Tylan did his best to retain his mask, but the glances he kept giving Father said otherwise, which confirmed Weiss' suspicions. She should probably step up her training with her glyphs. It seems it was going to be needed a bit sooner than intended.

After all, the words of the Grejoys were We Do Not Sow. Ser Tylan would have to come up with better lies. Admittedly, he was likely trying to keep the three young noblewomen he was responsible for calm and not start a panic in the middle of a crowded dock, so it wasn't malicious. She was a little girl after all.

Weiss formed a small smile and tilted her head just enough to look cute, for a girl that had sewn seven name days that is. "Okay!"

Liar.

A/N

This was done in a few hours with help from Night_Stalker, so enjoy these frequent updates while you can.

We'll be doing our best to use canon characters, like Alysanne, but if it's not possible we'll be coming up with OCs. Not exactly helping matters is that a lot of these canon characters have wiki pages that are shorter than this AN.

In other good news, I have a surprise coming soon so keep an eye out!