to do something, do it. Follow the rules of GoT though -- not much magic, but treason to spare. Do whatever you want, play wherever you want, say you are whoever you want to be. Don't trust anyone. Work together, behind the scenes, if you like, message whoever you want to try and gain the upper hand, but be warned - they could be lying to you. A woman , of obvious nobility, was wandering through King's Landing. There was no great cavalcade of ornate palanquins, no heraldry, nothing. She was merely strolling through the port, dressed in an atypical fashion, but still lushly. A sword hung from her hip, a rapier with a oddly ornate hilt. She wore very little fine jewelry, but regardless, the peasants of the realm recognized a highborn when they saw one and scurried to get out of her way. But the woman did not chide them for looking at her. She was smiling broadly, openly, warmly at them, and paused every few stalls to trade pleasantries with the peddlers. She bought a few baubles here and there, affixing a simple copper hairclip into her sun-bright hair after one purchase. Her bright blue eyes were sparkling with laughter as she watched children at play, and even joined in a quick game of stickball, laughing easily, and not shooing any child away. Not even when one of the grimier ones left a handprint-smear of mud on her knee, nor when her long sleeves dipped in refuse