Unfortunately he couldn't do much about the first - not without starting a war, anyway - but the second was no issue at all.

"I can't fix Ravka for you, unfortunately. Well, not without my brother murdering me in the aftermath, anyway. But the clothes, library, and cake I can definitely provide."

Daemon shifted a little, tilting his head to look at her a little closer, and reached up to tuck a wayward red curl behind her ear. "You'd look ravishing in Bravosi silk. Blue and silver, I think."