Daris I: The Master of Coin is dead, Long Live the Master of Coin 

2 AC, King's Landing 

Things happens... even when we try to steer clear from chaos. 

No matter how hard we try to make our lives devoid of trouble and general issues with elements of powers- people know how to attract others to them. And I was no stranger despite my best efforts to try and pass by as a mere accountant for the Kingdom. A quick introduction is... needed. I think. After all, I'm not exactly someone from Planetos in general. 

My name is Jo- I mean, my name is Daris Grafton and, despite the lack of noble blood in my veins, I had just learned by a kingly decree, that I was made the newest Master of the Coin. 

Now, this last detail may confuse a few people as... it definitely left me shocked for a while when I read the official report. Still, it's my fault for this situation be found quite perplexing by those that didn't know about me- especially because I need to be more detailed on the situation. I was 'born' seven and twenty years ago to a 'fallen' noble lady that ended up marrying a dim-lucked merchant. My parents were... there. I would be lying if I said I had a loving 'second' childhood, but I didn't mind the environment. It was stable, it was calm- then the Conquest happened and I so happened to be blessed by protection by proxy. 

Lord Crispian Celtigar, Lord of Claw Isle, had been one of those patrons my father had relied heavily in several decades now. Despite the humble and precarious economic situation we were in, the Lord was quite accepting of us and other marchants' families when Aegon started his campaign due to their support employed when he first tried to take over Crackclaw's Bay a few years ago. 

I was roughly five and twenty at the time, which was quite 'young' compared to many modestly-wealth merchants but... I wasn't poor. Far from it. The real reason why I couldn't start making a big business by implementing the economic knowledge I had from my previous life into what my father's contacts allowed me to do was tied to the pending debt my old man had accumulated through risky and tragic bets on some deals. 

He allowed me to put an hand in his paperwork around the time I was six and ten, with the ensuing years guaranteeing us a rapid demolition of the debt. Buying and selling properties such as houses and villas, applying for investments over a few ports in the upper region and ultimately pulling one of the trickiest ordeal in Planetos' history: selling cheap construction material at a hefty price to Harren the Black for his fancy project of Harrenhall. 

Then again, despite the height and importance of such a backstab, I have to say it was easier than it sounded. The man had been bitching and moaning to his vassals for enough resources to get his 'cool castle' running, so I just sold him 'quality stuff' at a price lower than what his vassals were willing to give and yet way more expensive than it actually was. That cheap move was never brought up to anyone ever, and I relied on the notion no one would learn of this ever. 

Last thing a merchant needed was for their dishonesty to be flaunted across the Seven Kingdoms. 

Still, fast-forward to a year or so into the Conquest and I was able to gain Lord Crispian's attention and growing patronage. The projects I offered him to invest into were far from 'insanely good' or absurdly overpowered, but the few additions to the walls and a general expansions of the docks to allow a capacity of ships once business resumed during peacetime were still good ideas. Especially when they quickly matured into fruitful gains when the Conquest was completed. The Vale and the Riverlands were quick to seek means to restore trading rights without incurring in troubles caused by local banditry. 

With the naval tariffs eased as per King Aegon I's orders, products started to move through Claw Isle. The fleet at our disposal guarantee a formidable defensive force in case any pirates started to get crazy ideas of trying to ruin our affair, and soon Claw Isle prospered under the ambitious infrastructural project I started to push for. I couldn't exactly rework the place to modernize in a desirable composition. I just didn't have the material, support and experience to pull some masterful architectural BS. However, I still had a basic understanding of it, and I started to change small sections of the fief to allow a properly-paced increased housing to match the steady population growth due to the war. People ran from the areas that were hit the worst from this conflict, and they flocked to places that were untouched by it. Such as Claw Isle. 

More people, more manufacturing, more products, more ships, more trading, more prosperity, and then... more people. And the cycle repeated on and on until the one that started it could keep it up for as long as feasible. I doubted it could be kept up for decades to come, but it was currently something that could really improve the Island's standing within the newly 'unified' kingdom. With Aegon's reign starting properly as the King of Westeros, Lord Crispian was soon forced to take on the duty of Master of Coin. 

It was the third most important role in the Kingdom and the one where I soon found himself pulled into due to my previous reputation. Crispian was good at crunching numbers and fixing taxes into something feasible, but he was also a man that knew when he was beat and... he knew I was a bit better than he was. The now-old man had sought to coax me into handling the brunt of the job while making sure to reward my hard work by providing credit of my efforts to the king himself. 

That was supposed to somewhat land me a lordship of minor rank. And I was sure that would have been the case if not for a detail both Crispian and the king had ignored. The news of my labor reached another pair of ears which was quick to draw curiosity and interest over my work. And soon, I had an unexpected important visit from someone in the royal court. Someone that I want to say I see as a proper queen with a deep understanding of diplomacy and patience but- 

"Dari~." 

Rhaenys Targaryen, younger sister of Aegon and his queen-wife, may be the first individual in this world I could consider as a social mosquito. Stemming from the standard 'social butterfly', the 'mosquito' was the kind of individual which enjoyed obsessing over the life and actions of someone in particular. At times the obsession was diluted with multiple targets but... I wasn't as lucky. Rhaenys initially appeared to be what I had read about her. And I could sense that was still part of her even with the more recent times I had to deal with her. 

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Still, that wasn't her complete self as I would learn by the frequent visits I received in my workshop from the 'bored' monarch. If Rhaenys wasn't sparring, reading, 'training' (more like playing) with Meraxes (her dragon), or fucking her brother, she was around to check on me. And, much to my surprise, there had been a lacking amount of hours wasted in brother-fucking from what I was had come to understand in the ensuing years. 

What with Visenya yoinking their brother for herself, and him and Rhaenys being busy for a courtly duty or something like that, banging was not something poor Rhaenys was able to get done. Hence why checking on me became some sort of 'medicine' to her never-ending plight. I wasn't banging her, obviously, I loved to keep my head where it was. Plus, I could tell she was only there to talk and pester me about insignificant things. 

Such as the way Meraxes liked her meat, why she didn't like waltz around in armor but Visenya liked to 'show off her muscles and sweat' and how the King would call her a pest at times. And I couldn't blame him for thinking so due to how quick-paced and intense this woman was! 

Still, nothing big happened that would have prepared me for this event. I had heard that Lord Crispian had started to feel ill in recent months, I just didn't expect him to be open to vouch me as his successor. In fact, I would soon learn the push came from an external source. And that said source was happily knocking at my door's office and instantly congratulating my appointment. Rhaenys was giddy, she looked excited in the childish sense of the word and... I was stressed beyond belief at this point between the big news, the fact I was now going to handle a whole kingdom's economy and I had to contend the notion she would be visiting more frequently. 

The quote says that when a Targaryen is born, the Gods flip a coin that can either land on Sane or Mad. I know this may sound a bit extreme for me to say due to how nicely-portrayed the king and his queens were within the next three centuries but... I think the Gods pulled a fast one and had their coins flip and land on the side. What does this mean? Sane and insane- genius and yet mad- brilliant but- 

"Dari~ Stop ignoring me, you craven man~." 

"I'm not a craven man, Lady Rhaenys." 

So, here she was, pestering me as usual. 

"Well, you were ignoring me. I am your queen and I have a sword. What if I decided to behave like Visenya?" 

Oh yes, the sisters'... rivalry. I had yet to properly process that, but these two were what one would expect by two sisters with different personalities. One was a childish woman with a serious obsession towards people when she wasn't getting the D, the other was one step close to go full tomboy and flex her strength by bench-pressing Rhaenys. 

"Then you would rather punch me up and down rather than stab me," I reasoned, causing her to giggle at my response. 

"So true, Dari. I can't believe I rubbed this onto you- now you can understand who is Best Queen~." 

...Wouldn't confirming that comment set me up for high treason or something for favoring further divisions in the royal family? 

"Also, before I leave I wanted to tell you that the King wishes to invite you at dinner tonight. He wishes to meet you since- Dari, why didn't you ever meet him before?" 

I frowned at that new whine. "We are both quite busy." 

"I'm too, but I can met you both with ease when I want." 

... 

"I'm jesting, fool of a friend," Rhaenys replied mirthfully. "I understand you have things to do but... what about Visenya. You know, I think it would be better if you first had an interaction with her before proclaiming me your favorite queen and... are you alright, Dari? You are pale and that's a bit worrying." 

I had a few reasons why blood drained from my face and it was tied to the fact that I did have an interaction with Visenya. And I don't mean just one where I was safely away from her with numerous guards between her and me. No, I meant a full 'first contact' of the semi-nude kind. I wasn't exactly one that shied away from training from time to time. When I was free I would just focus on exercising and keep my body in shape. Healthy body for a healthy mind. It so happened that one of those times happened right as Lady Visenya had returned from a scout mission and had ordered for the training section and the bathing area to be without intruders. Turns out no one in the guards saw fit to alert me just because they thought of me as 'unreachable'. 

I had that sort of reputation due to my lack of interest in involving myself in any pseudo game of thrones just yet. Still, that hesitation ended up landing me in an awkward spot. Specifically when I went to finally wash away the sweat and go back to work, only to stop as I found a single individual finishing removing the upper section of her armor and the drenched shirt under it. While Visenya was known as the least approachable of the Targaryen's sisters, her beauty was tempered by her fierceness. In fact, if I had to go through estimations, her tits were roughly bigger than Rhaenys, but her butt was flatter than her younger sister's. 

Still, I was there, I froze up and, as she moved to set the armor piece aside, she spotted me. Visenya, the woman that was known to have killed for less, just stood there, eyes wide open as she stared back at me in pure confusion and dread. She was so taken by this development that she didn't even bother holding back her exposed breasts from being gazed at. 

No words was uttered, my face at the time came close to explode, and I remembered leaving before anything bad could have happened to me. I expected some form of retaliation about it, but I received nothing of that. Rather, whenever the circumstance came that I was passing near the older queen, she would deliver a strong glare which was quite intense but lacking any murderous intent for some reasons I couldn't decipher. 

Anyway, the issue at hand had to be solved, so I replied as swiftly as possible to divert the issue to something else.  "I'm... I'm sure your sister is even busier than the King, Lady Rhaenys." 

"Hmm, I guess that makes some sense," The young queen confirmed, nodding at the words. "Still, remember tonight's dinner." 

"I will not miss it, Lady Rhaenys." 

A giggle, then she walked up to me and nodded. "Stop being this stiff, Dari~. I don't bite." 

As she said that, she was leaning towards me and I felt pair of soft and warm lips peck at mine. "Not much, at least~." 

Rhaenys left with a blush on her face and a smile that left me further confused as this was... the first time she got so bold with me. And the gesture just felt so natural. So effortless. As if she had expected for this kiss to happen and she wanted for it to happen. 

With a dinner with her, her brother-husband, and her big sister and fellow wife, I just could tell things were going to get quite... intense. 

-------d-d-d-d---- 

AN 

Despite their apparent satisfaction, the 'dragons' are each starving for something. One is a pervert, another is a cunning romancer and another want someone to talk to and share a drink or two when the time comes. 

Initially I had plans to write one of those intense SI stories about GoT/ASoIaF but I decided to try something ballsy, barely used, and opening a door that will storm the world with quite the lewdness the cast will introduce.