Brynden smiled at you as you entered his chambers, and it unnerved you.

“My ward, I have a task for you.”

Your heart dropped, and you could already feel the long nights and a specific task coming up.

“There has been reports of Daemon’s son, Daemon, having come to Westeros, and I need you to confirm it for me.”

Being his ward was stressful work, and if he hadn’t groomed you to be the perfect spy you would have collapsed from the pressure long ago.