Chapter 43.3- The Seadragon's Roar

“Truly, my Lord. I will do better to make the men loyal to more than just gold regardless. They must work for a greater purpose” He swore.

“And indeed they will. I have no doubts about your ability to make that happen, Rhaenos. Thank you” I said in reply, leaning over and placing my hand on his shoulder. He nodded, taken in by the gesture. I turned to leave, because the ships were only part of my assignment for today.

Next, I had to look into gifts. And gifts were a difficult thing to arrange for someone in my situation. I needed to get something for the newborn, the mother, the Prince who had grown old enough to no longer need to suckle at his Mother’s teat, perhaps the King himself, and then for Rhaneyra, Mother, and Laena. I needed to get Rhaenyra something worthy of a Princess to avoid being seen as cheap or less than, but at the same time, for more……personal reasons, I had to get Laena a better gift than whatever I bought Rhaenyra.

Well, bought might have been the wrong word, because I wasn’t going to be paying for this. It was actually going to make me money in the long term rather than lose me money to be honest, because this was going to be an advertisement of my products. I was goin to create Westeros’ first influencer marketing campaign.

“Is that mine, Rhaenos?” I asked, spotting the project being given pride of place in the center of the workshop. It was a tall, full body mirror. The glass was perfect, clean and clear in a way that Myr could not replicate. It was a straight slab, cut into an oval, and encased in an ebony frame that had been hand engraved by some of the best artisans all the way from Braavos. Unfortunately, I hadn’t been able to tempt them to stay, but their work was impeccable. Dragons were carved into the wood all over, matching the family’s obsession with having them everywhere in view.

And the ebony had been matched with a crap ton of Summer Island Bloodwood that all things considered had ended up costing almost its whole weight in gold. Well, that was only if one included the lost gold from having a ship sent all the way to the Summer Isles specifically with the goal of buying it, and then having to pay a shit ton for it because of its relatively low supply, the fact that the amount we needed would cause a scarcity in the market, and the fact that we were foreigners— could never forget the good ol’ alien tax, could we?