Jaime was exploring the school where his brother supposedly was spending most of this time these days. It left him... well, a little bit bored, to be honest. He paused outside of Zoe's door, tilting his head as he read the sign and the title connected to something Tyrion had told him yesterday.

"You must be the wench in charge of this place," he concluded. As Tyrion had pointed out the lack of kings and nobility, wench seemed the appropriate title. Or Jaime just liked calling women wenches.