Your Grace, there are has come to light a revelation about one your King's Guard. Ser Loyal-as-fuck has been found to have been secretly sending funds to a mother and her children. Our findings show he had married this woman years before becoming a white knight in secret. He has not seen her in years, but he still regularly sends her coin. Your thoughts?

Also, a sickness has developed in the bogs of the Neck. Apparently it on Crannogmen it's no more than a mild flu, but on others, it can be lethal. The sickness has apparently already reached White Harbor. How shall we handle this?

And finally, as you know, we have spies all over Westeros, even some on the Wall. Well, as it happens, our informer on the wall was elected the Lord Commander. He writes to us saying he's still our man, but there are those on the Small Council who now question his loyalty. What say you?

Your Grace, as I'm sure you remember, you allowed your overly-pious second daughter, Anonia, to run her very own Motherhouse on the border of Flea Bottom and the street of sisters. Well, as it happens, she's been doing so well that more and more poor women have joined her both to receive support and help her in her duties. Many owners of brothels are complaining that their whores have abandoned them seeking religious sanctuary and even the most devout from the Great Sept of Baelor have given her funding. What say you on this matter?

Also, as you know, Lord Bracken's son and heir has been staying at court recently to speak for his father on some issues. And, at the same time, Lord Blackwood's eldest daughter is a lady-in-waiting attending the Queen. It would seem the two have developed a liking for each other and wish to be wed. They know their fathers would never agree, so they wish for you to make the arrangement, knowing their lordly sires would dare not oppose. This could mean peace between the two houses for at least some time. What shall you do?

And finally, while going through the archives of past Grand Maesters, I stumbled upon a most wondrous discovery. Someone had preserved an infant dragon in a jar of alcohol solutions. The subject is about the size of a large cat and undoubtedly priceless. What would you like done with it? If I may be so bold, some of my colleagues at the Citadel would be forever grateful if allowed to study it.