A Higher Mind

Edderion - 44 - Grand Maester of the Seven Kingdoms

[grandmaesterxedderion]

{ Oliver Jackson-Cohen  + 44 + Cis Man + He/Him/His } welcome to westeros EDDERION of HOUSE HORNWOOD OF HORNWOOD! it is quite well known that they are INQUISITIVE and KNOWLEGEABLE, though behind closed doors the people whisper that they are also PRESUMPTUOUS and DUPLICIOUS. whenever i think of them, i am reminded of late nights reading old books in bed, the sound of a chain clinking through the halls, neat, and delicate writing from strong hands. may they prove their worth in the game of thrones.

Edderion was the first born of Lord Hornwood, his birth was strenuous and as a result his mother passed away a few days after his birth. He proved to be a strong baby, that was healthy. 

When he was two, his father remarried, and he and his new bride instantly got to having more children together. His new Stepmother was a scheming woman, who desired for her own children to inherit Hornwood however. Thus, when he was six years old she talked Lord Hornwood into sending him off to Oldtown to train as a Maester at the Citadel. He was a bright child after all, and he would be able to rise high within their ranks, she reasoned. 

She was correct that he was bright, and he took to the Citadel like a moth to a lantern. He was reading a few levels past his age within a few years, and by 9, he formed his first link to his chain. Hard work and dedication would be his focus for the next several years. 

When he was 16, and entered manhood he was finished forging his chain and taking his oath as a Maester. Rather than be sent off to a keep though, the Archmaesters saw potential and retained him for their services at Oldtown. 

For the next twenty-four years, he served in the Citadel. Teaching courses alongside the Archmaesters, studying the tomes, teaching himself beyond what he learned to get his chain. 

When he was 40, he came to learn that he had been elected Grand Maester. The last four Grand Maesters had died in rapid succession, one not even reaching King’s Landing, the King demanded a young, healthy man for his Grand Maester and so Edderion was sent. 

He served Aelyx as best he could, advising him before and during the war not that his wisdom was ever heeded, treating his illness after the war, and now he serves the current King. Curious as to what sort of reign he will bring to Westeros. 

BASICS.

name — Edderion Hornwood 

nick names — Ed, Rion

titles & alias’ — Grand Maester

gender — Cis Man

pronouns — He/Him/His

romantic & sexual orientation — Biromantic, Bisexual 

age — 44

place of birth — Hornwood, The North, Westeros

current residence — The Red King, King’s Landing, The Crownlands, Westeros

PERSONALITY.

positive traits — Knowledgeable, Inquisitive, Well Read, Steadfast, and Hard Working

negative traits —  Stubborn, Presumptuous, Duplicious, Self Serving, and Arrogant

likes  —  Reading, Studying various topics, intellectual conversations, sharing his thoughts

dislikes  — Manual labor, swordplay, tourneys, stupidity and superstition 

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

eye color — Blue

hair color — Brown

hair style — worn short

complexion — tan

build — Muscular

height — 6’3

clothing — the robes of the Grand Maester, velvet & ermine

accessories & jewelry — The Chain of the Grand Maester, made of every metal and embed with precious gems 

faceclaim — Oliver Jackson-Cohen

RELATIONSHIPS.

parents —   Lord Hornwood, & Lady Hornwood (Deceased) 

siblings — Multiple Younger Half Siblings

cousins   — tbd

romantic interest — Redacted

children — None

pets — a Tuxedo Cat, named Mistress 

MISC.

religion —  The Old Gods

known languages — Common Tongue, High & Low Valyrian (Fluent), The Various Tongues of the Free Cities (Ranging from Fluent to Proficient), Old Ghiscari (Conversational), Rhoynish (Proficient), Dothraki (Conversational), Ibbenese (Proficient), The Summer Tongue (Conversational), & Yitish (Proficient

[tcrturedpoetx]

                                  her  hand  was  almost  clammy  on  the  heavy  wood  of  the  door,  as  she  entered  the  grandmaester's  chambers  like  a  lamb  to  the  slaughter.  poised  and  cautious,  she  sat  down  in  the  plain  chair  in  front  of  him.  yes,  the  rooms  were  not  the  most  presentable,  but  it  was  no  matter.  it  would  serve  only  not  to  delay  the  matter.  ❛❛  —  no.  not  a  social  call.  —  ❞  she  offered  him  a  thin  but  polite  smile.  somehow,  she  did  not  think  they  could  have  much  fun  together.  viserra  avoided  the  maester  like  the  plague,  even  if  he  was  not  the  one  responsible  for  the  unconventional  treatments,  more  alike  to  suffering  in  her  young  mind.  when  maester  edderion  was  appointed  by  her  father  and  brought  to  the  city,  viserra  was  already  in  her  better  days.  healthy,  rosy  and  outside  of  her  secluded  chambers.  but  surely  he  knew.  everybody  knew  of  her  condition.  it  only  made  her  more  uncomfortable.

                                  viserra  averted  her  eyes  as  she  explained  the  purpose  of  her  unwilling  visit.  ❛❛  —  my  mother  sent  me.  with  instructions  for  you  to  check  on  my  parlor  before  it  is  too  late.  —  ❞  she  scoffed.  her  mother  had  begged  her  to  pay  a  visit  to  the  maester  for  the  slight  change  in  viserra's  demeanor.  if  she  was  too  silent  or  coughed  in  the  sept  after  a  dose  of  incense,  she  would  look  back  to  her  mother  staring  at  her  with  glazed  eyes.  she  had  a  lot  on  her  mind  lately,  her  mother,  with  aerion's  wedding  and  caerella's  new  acquisition,  and  was  probably  just  looking  for  something  to  worry  about  in  viserra  too.  if  she  divided  attention  to  all  three  of  her  children,  she  would  not  feel  guilty  for  neglecting  one.  even  if  viserra  would  understand  it.  ❛❛  —  she  worries  for  nothing.  i  feel  perfectly  fine,  maester.  —  ❞  and  she  did.  a  little  fever  only  served  to  add  color  to  her  pale  cheeks  after  all.  the  dowager  queen  worries  would  only  be  wasted.

[grandmaesterxedderion]

The Princess and her old diseases, she was seemingly better now, but he had read the notes left not by his predecessor, nor that predecessors nor even the one before him. The rapid deaths of the Grand Maester had made the appointment of a younger man seem prudent by the Citadel, and so they had elected a youth, or someone younger to the position.

"Grand Maester.....but what do you expect of mothers? It is their duty to worry about their children. Their burden to hold against their chest. Father's are never as worried for their children as their wives." Unless you had a piss poor mother and father.

"Tell me however, what symptoms prompted her to want you to seek me out? Fever? Chills? Dreams? Have you been experiencing deliriums? Eating normally? Taking in your fluids? Anything that it could be at all. I would hate to be remiss in my duties and allow the Princess to be sick."

[heavensoared2]

“I  find  it  hard  to  believe  many  Grand  Maesters  would  speak  of  sycophants  so  freely,”  Darian  said,  the  hint  of  a  smile  in  his  voice.  It  was  no  rebuke  —  quite  the  opposite.  He  had  always  favored  this  side  of  Edderion:  the  man  beneath  the  chain,  unguarded,  human  rather  than  measured  and  exacting. “It  has  ever  been  thus,”  he  went  on  more  soberly.  “Long  before  either  of  us  drew  breath,  and  long  after  we’re  dust  besides.  Neither  of  us  sits  in  a  place  that  allows  such  things  to  be  changed.”  They  were  servants,  in  truth  —  Edderion  to  the  realm’s  knowledge,  Darian  to  its  crown.  A  blade,  a  tool,  no  more.  He  did  not  disagree  with  the  maester’s  sentiment,  not  truly,  but  he  also  knew  this  much:  a  wavering  crown  bred  fear...  and  fear  bred  ruin.  If  the  realm  sensed  weakness  now,  after  war,  it  would  not  end  kindly  for  anyone.

At  Edderion’s  words,  he  huffed  softly.  “Then  I  am  glad  to  be  of  use.”  Entertainment  was  not  the  praise  he  might  have  chosen  for  himself,  but  it  was  praise  all  the  same  —  and  he  bore  it  with  quiet  pride.

That  shift  in  Edderion’s  tone  was  not  lost  on  him.  Darian  would  never  confess  it  aloud,  but  the  possessiveness  pleased  him.  Edderion  was  sparing  with  affection,  careful  with  words  —  yet  jealousy  came  easily  and  fiercely.  Darian  did  not  mind  it  in  the  least.  Perhaps  he  even  enjoyed  it,  had  let  his  words  linger  just  long  enough  to  strike  a  spark. “Not  as  you  think,”  he  said  calmly,  nudging  his  shoulder  against  Edderion’s  by  the  basin.  He  dipped  his  hands  into  the  water,  mirroring  the  motion,  splashing  his  face  and  washing  his  neck  with  a  quiet  sigh.  He  did  not  rush  the  answer  —  and  yes,  perhaps  he  let  the  moment  stretch  just  a  little  longer  than  necessary.

“My  sister,”  he  said  at  last.

He  had  spoken  little  of  his  family  before;  the  omission  alone  spoke  to  the  weight  it  carried.  “We  crossed  paths  first  at  the  funeral  weeks  ago,  though  we  did  not  speak.  But  we  did,  later  —  at  the  feast.”

[grandmaesterxedderion]

"Then clearly you have not spoken to many within my organization, let alone Grand Maesters. There is nothing that bring us more joy than discussing in free terms the lords we serve. Fortunately, for you you, you're little more than someone meant to serve, you just have more songs written about your servitude." As Darian washed in the basin, and spoke, Edderion finished undressing before wrapping himself in just a thick robe of cashmere, soft and comfortable, he only really wore it when he was alone with Darian. Raising an eyebrow when he heard that it was not as he thought, only to reveal his sister. Edderion moved to lay on the bed, waving Darian over.

"Come lay in my arms, tell me how this meeting with your sister went. Was it a happy reunion? Sad? Is your family cross with you?" Edderion had no family, save the man he was currently beckoning too. HIs father had all but seen to that. To Edderion at times it seemed none the world wanted him save but Darian. Sure he had professional relationships but none so intimate. He wondered did his younger siblings even know of his existence or did his father and step mother erase him so completely.

"I should like to hold you while you tell me about it.....my...my love."

[threadedjade]

careful  hues  watch  the  grand  maester  as  he  moves  through  the  familiarity  of  the  hall,  a  swift  nod  to  him  in  greeting.  each  staple  character  in  the  castle  familiar  to  her.  the  red  keep  was  her  home  far  more  than  yronwood  was  these  days.  a  natural  consequence  for  a  near  decade  of  such  living.

“how  strange  that  your  greetings  are  tied  with  an  insult  of  our  esteemed  lord  commander,”  mielle  answers  wryly.  “a  neat  gift.  do  you  dislike  ser  darian,  grand  masester?”

[grandmaesterxedderion]

He chuckled. "Is the word esteemed used that loosely these days? I personally was thinking, old and ready for an improvement when words come to mind for Ser Darian." When he was asked if he disliked Darian, he grinned on the inside, enjoying this little game he was playing. For both their safety, he could not appear to actually like him. So better to make the court think the two men could not stand each other.

"Dislike? No, I would never say I dislike anyone, I simply tolerate his presence, and that of his smelly dog." He raised both his eyebrows. "I imagine you hold great respect for him, and my words cause anger? He help train you?"

[bybloods]

jon  cursed  the  maester  for  his  avoidance  of  him.  whether  or  not  it  was  intentional,  jon  would  have  preferred  to  speak  to  the  maester  long  before  now.  in  truth,  he  believed  that  the  council  should  have  met  the  night  of  the  wedding,  with  or  without  his  majesty  present.  "  i  had  hoped  not  to,  grand  maester.  "  he  speaks  plainly.  "  i  suppose  we  are  merely  lucky  they  did  not  hatch  during  the  reign  of  king  aelyx.  "  blunt,  but  honest.  none  of  the  councilmembers  had  been  blind  to  the  decline  of  aelyx's  sensibility.  jon  lowers  himself  into  a  chair,  clasping  his  hands  together  in  his  lap.  "  what  do  you  know  of  them?  what  information  can  you  acquire?  "

[grandmaesterxedderion]

Edderion chuckled at the idea of Aelyx with a dragon, the mad, old fool. "Do you think he would have eaten it? I wonder, he'd probably come to the belief that if he ate it, he himself would become a dragon. Truthfully, towards the end, I would have put nothing past him. May he rest, wherever he is." He raised a brow when he was asked what he knew of dragons, and what could he acquire about them. "The Citadel is very strict about loaning out books. I've already asked for manuscripts to be copied. We should receive them within a fortnight."

He hummed, pondering the question of what did he already know. "I have some knowledge of the dragons, yes. It seems the dragon has bonded to the Princess......so she'll be the only one able to truly command it. I expect envy and tension to grow from this if no other eggs hatch."

[heavensoared2]

“Sycophants,  is  it?”  Darian  huffed  a  low  chuckle,  the  sound  almost  swallowed  by  the  quiet  of  the  chambers.  “Seven  save  me,  I  do  love  it  when  you  swear.” He  watched  Edderion  from  across  the  room  as  the  Grand  Maester  undressed,  the  familiar  sight  never  failing  to  make  him  feel  like  some  half-bashful  intruder  rather  than  a  man  who  had  made  this  chamber  his  refuge  more  than  once.  He  lingered  near  the  door  in  full  armor,  gauntleted  hands  hooked  casually  through  the  strap  of  his  belt,  fingers  curling  and  uncurling  around  the  worn  leather.

He  didn’t  mind  royal  affairs  or  the  festivities  they  demanded;  duties  were  duties,  and  he  bore  them  well  enough.  But  on  that  one  point  he  agreed:  being  kept  apart  for  days  had  been…  trying.

At  last  he  stepped  fully  inside,  beginning  to  shed  his  armor  piece  by  piece  until  only  his  plain  underlayers  remained.  “I’ll  tell  you  what  else  I  love,”  he  murmured,  tone  playful  as  he  set  a  pauldron  aside.  “When  you  set  me  beside  every  other  fool  in  the  realm  and  somehow  decide  I’m  the  superior  one.”  A  rueful  smile  pulled  at  his  mouth.  Praise  from  a  man  like  Edderion  always  struck  deeper  than  he’d  ever  admit—his  scruff  did  its  best  to  hide  the  heat  rising  in  his  cheeks,  though.

“You  grow  sweet  when  you  worry,”  he  said  softly  as  he  drew  close,  leaning  into  the  familiar  warmth  of  him.  “But  don’t.  I’ll  be  well  enough.  I  doubt  I’ll  cross  paths  with  that  dragon  again—if  at  all.”  He  lifted  a  hand  to  cup  Edderion’s  cheek,  thumb  brushing  slow  over  coarse  scruff.  “You’re  not  rid  of  me  so  easily.  I  swear  it—on  my  life.”  The  maester’s  chaste  kiss  was  met  with  one  of  Darian’s  own,  “As  much  as  I  enjoy  your  mutterings  about  highborn  fools,”  he  added,  lips  ghosting  close  to  Edderion’s,  “mayhaps  we  speak  of  something  else  tonight?”  Something  cheerful. Or maybe not. "I've met someone..."

[grandmaesterxedderion]

"I was hardly swearing, Darian, don't be ridiculous. I am simply annoyed at....the pomp, the circus of it all. Westeros was just at war, we should be focused on repairing the lives of the smallfolk who suffered because of it. Not on....trivial matters such as this." He sighed out when Darian told him that he loved how Edderion could look out at every other man in the Realm and still think him the superior one. He smiled, "How could I not? You might be a bigger fool than all of them, but you are my fool. You entertain me far more than any jester or clown or mummer." Pulling his robes from his body, Edderion wore just his pants, his strong chest exposed to Darian.

He scoffed when he was told that he grew sweet when he worried. Splashing water from a basin onto his face, he wiped at it with a towel. Smiling even more under it when he was told that he would not be rid of Darian so easily, and that he wished to speak of other things.....only to frown when Darian said that he had met someone. "Who?" The tone was jealous. Edderion dropped the towel he was holding to turn and face the older man. "You just told me it'd be difficult to rid myself of you and now here you are telling me you've met someone."

[grandmaesterxedderion]

❓+ Has he ever doubted his choice as a maester?

His choice to become as Maester? "No." He thinks he is happier this way as he does not have to deal with his Step Mother, and siblings. He also got to meet Darian because of this. Choices he has made as a Maester? "No." That would mean he has to admit something is wrong, and he will NEVER do that.

[grandmaesterxedderion]

Edderion would never have been able to make it as a Kingsguard, lack of ability with a blade aside, it seemed so boring. Of course the realm seemed to think them celebrated heroes who saw endless combat, when in actuality it mostly consisted of a lot of standing around, doing nothing.

The Grand Maester was not surprised when he found Mielle, who even in their free time had to remain somewhat close to their protectee hovering about the Red Keep.

"Ser, good morrow. I hope your day laid out before you is not too odious or boring. Tell me is your Lord Commander as dull at your Kingsguard meetings as he is at our Small Council meetings?"

@threadedjade

[grandmaesterxedderion]

He was not surprised when the Master of Whispers asked for a meeting with Edderion, he expected he would already be spinning his web about the newborn dragon. They could not cover it up, for it had happened in front of far too many witnesses. That and Edderion ahd already sent letters to the Citadel confirming his account of the events. Sitting across the desk from the other man, he had given a small bow upon entering.

"Lord Mooton, I hope you have been fairing well. I imagine you have had your work cut out for you, considering all that has taken place now. Did you ever think you'd see a dragon alive again?"

@bybloods

[grandmaesterxedderion]

When he heard the knocking at his chamber doors he was not expecting to find the Princess Viserra at them, and yet there she was. He had half a mind to think she was there to ask about dragons. Considering the birth of one, having taken place a few nights ago.

"Princess, welcome. If I had known you were coming I would have tried to make these rooms more presentable." The Grand Maester's rooms were cramped and hot, and overflowing with books and scrolls.

"Is there anything I can do to help you, or be of assistance? Or is this a social call?"

@tcrturedpoetx

[grandmaesterxedderion]

"Well I am glad that dreadful affair is over. All this pomp and performance can end, and all those interlopers and sycophants can go home." Edderion thought events like this were a waste of time, and served no purpose beyond vanity. He had just finished removed his chain hanging it on the spoke.

"Not being able to see you during all of that was painful. You were the best looking part of all this........" He rolled his eyes not bothering to finish the sentence. "The dragon was interesting though. I have already written to the Citadel about it. It could prove to be very helpful to the Targaryens.....or be the beginning of their destruction. Just promise me you won't bother with it." Pressing a chaste kiss to Darian's forehead. "I would hate to see you get burned."

@oathwrought

[heavensoared2]

darian  endured  the  younger  man’s  assessment  with  a  long,  slow  breath  —  the  kind  drawn  not  from  annoyance,  but  from  the  uncomfortable  accuracy  of  a  blade  slipped  neatly  between  armor  plates.  edderion  spoke  without  cruelty,  but  the  truths  he  named  still  pressed  against  him  like  a  thumb  to  a  bruise,  because  as  much  as  he  denied  his  age  in  the  secrecy  between  them,  he  knew  the  man  spoke  true.  age  was…  catching  up  to  him,  slowly  but  surely.  and  that  thought  …worried  him  more  than  he  was  capable  to  admit.

his  gaze  followed  the  hand  that  traced  along  his  stomach,  rough  skin  to  smoother,  mapping  old  scars  and  newer  marks  alike.  “age  comes  for  all  men,”  he  conceded  quietly,  though  there  was  a  faint  tightening  at  the  corner  of  his  mouth.  “but  it  has  not  taken  my  edge  yet.”  he  fought  like  hell  to  keep  it  that  way.

he  shifted,  propping  himself  on  an  elbow  as  he  watched  edderion  stretch  —  the  faintest  shake  of  his  head  at  the  unabashed  display,  equal  parts  exasperation  and  something  gentler.  how  lucky  he  was  to  be  granted  that  sight.  “then  the  gods  have  been  kind  to  me,”  he  murmured,  answering  the  earlier  tease,  “that  you  see  me  so.”  because  darian  would  not  describe  himself  the  same  way.

edderion’s  mention  of  ancient  predecessors  drew  a  short,  startled  sound  from  him  —  the  closest  thing  he  had  to  a  laugh  in  the  early  hour.  “gods,”  he  muttered,  “were  they  ever  allowed  to  die,  or  simply…  replaced  piece  by  piece  until  they  turned  to  parchment?”  he'd  only  served  on  the  side  of  edderion's  predecessor,  though  he  barely  remembered  the  old  man  that  came  before  him,  too  enchanted  by  the  one  he  shared  a  bed  with.

he  pushed  himself  up  to  sit,  the  sheet  slipping  to  his  waist,  shoulders  broad  in  the  half-light.  “your  lavender  clung  to  my  throat  all  morning,”  he  said,  eyes  softening.  “i  caught  it  every  time  i  breathed.”  a  beat.  “i  will  choose  my  own  scent  indeed.”  because  being  distracted  -  or  too  obvious…  came  at  the  price  of  his  head.

his  feet  touched  the  floor,  but  he  didn’t  yet  rise  —  his  eyes  found  edderion’s  instead,  caught  by  the  brief  flicker  in  the  maester’s  expression  when  darian  had  said  no  one  else.  something  unguarded  had  surfaced  there,  quickly  shuttered.

darian’s  hand  reached  out,  catching  the  younger  man’s  wrist  gently  before  he  could  move  away  again.  not  possessive  —  simply…  anchoring.  “i  meant  what  i  said,”  he  breathed,  softer  now,  the  truth  warm  against  the  quiet.  “there  is  no  one  else.  nor  could  there  be.”

his  thumb  brushed  once  over  edderion’s  pulse  point,  followed  by  a  pair  of  surprisingly  soft  lips,  a  rare  moment  of  open  affection  before  he  released  him  again  —  careful,  as  though  the  feeling  itself  were  something  fragile  between  them.

“now,”  he  added,  clearing  his  throat,  “show  me  this  collection  of  yours.  and  may  the  gods  preserve  us  both  if  you  own  anything  that  smells  of  roses.”

[grandmaesterxedderion]

"Maesters are much like you Kingsguard. Our vows are for life, and we must keep serving until we die. The difference being our work is much less likely to kill us, and it ensures we're often safe from political conflicts. After all, why do you think Maesters are so seldom killed when a Lord takes a castle from another Lord? We simply have to begin offering our services to that new lord."

He rolled his eyes at Darian, scoffing a little when he begin to rant once more against the Grand Maester's chosen scent. "There are so few scents that are better than lavender, and you will be hard pressed to convince me otherwise, Lord Commander." When he felt the older man grip his wrist, he paused a second, a blush forming on his body. So few had touched him, seen him like this.....and now moments like these belonged entirely to Darian. These secret, precious moments.

"I hardly doubt that there couldn't be another like me. I was after all so easily replaceable to my father." He poked at his own misfortune in this sweet moment, but perhaps it wasn't....after all it had lead him here to this moment. He looked away when he felt Darian's lips touch him.

"I do have rose scents actually. I have a wide collection of crushed flowers turned into lovely perfumes. Its become something of a bobby of mine...making it. Perhaps you could give me a list of your favorite scents and I could.....make something for you."

[themoonthestarsandkeegan]

Tragedy after tragedy. For once, Keegan would like some time to rest and have enough time to visit Dorne. The rest of his family was there, and it was tragic that he only caught glimpse of them during events and visits. "The gods need to give us rest." Though that was impossible this day and age. Keegan felt as though he was the only person that noticed the rising tensions between the nobles. Lysa's death and the riots certainly did not help either.

"I need to find more time between my duties. I do not suppose you have a cure for that Grand Maester?" More time to rest, more time to stay with his sister in Starfall. "There are just not enough hours in the day to sleep and keep on top of the realm"

[grandmaesterxedderion]

Edderion raised an eyebrow, and smirked a little. "Your Gods or mine? I have found the Seven to be much crueler than the Old Gods." Edderion did not believe in the Seven, he believed in the Old Gods but.....at times he doubted if they ever actively involved themselves in their lives. Men were far more crueler than Gods, but the Seven offered an entity to blame.

"No man has a cure to that, Lord Hand. I could tell you not to sleep, but that would be a horrible curse. It would break your body down much faster. You could resign, you'd have far more time, but something tells me that is of no interest to you either. There is eating while you work. I often take my meals at my desk."

[fateofcrvwns]

Like a great many of the powerful and charismatic men the eldest Celtigar daughter had spent time in the company of over the years, she was careful to keep the Grand Maester at an arm's length. Although on the surface Edderion was an scholar far more than a warrior, the brunette considered him just as dangerous if not more for the privacy his position afforded him. Still, there was benefit to calculated interaction. "The pleasure is all mine, Grand Maester." The lady intoned agreeably, offering a nod of respect before proceeding. "I don't mean to trouble you for long, but I've been feeling a bit of a tickle developing in my throat since returning from Winterfell. I was hoping you might be able to offer me some assistance in quelling it before any potential escalation."

[grandmaesterxedderion]

Edderion had been dealing with illness for as long as he could remember at this point. He had forged six silver links, during his time at the Citadel, his personal chain now hidden away as he bore the chain of the Grand Maester. "A tickle? I'll assume you have not been to Sothoryos any time recently, so that cuts out a good deal of the worst diseases. Is there any more you can tell me about this tickle, is there coughing, the occurrence rate, how hard."

As he spoke he was already looking over a few shelves of his trying to find the relevant treatments. "Were you wearing your furs whenever you were outside?"

[grandmaesterxedderion]

'The gods give just as the gods take away." From Raela

"What an astute observation, that I am sure no one else in all of Westeros or Essos have ever had before. I truly marvel at the depths your mind can dive down to. Prey tell, what shall you share with my next? That the tides, rise, just as the tides fall?"

[grandmaesterxedderion]

Why  do  the  Gods  make  kings  and  queens  if  not  to  protect  the  ones  who  can't  protect  themselves? - aemma

"Is it the Gods who fashion Kings and Queens? Or is it people who make Kings and Queens? Do you truly think the Gods would have put someone like Maegor the Cruel on the throne? Or Aegon the Unworthy? Men such as Harran the Black, would not have seen Kinghood had the Gods, Old or New had a say."

[grandmaesterxedderion]

Tongues will not change the succession. Let them wag. / from aerion

"I imagine Rhaenyra Targaryen said the same thing, your Grace, and yet her succession was very much changed. I would not advise taking action, yet....but remaining aware of what the tongues are wagging about."