The Eyrie, Seat of House Arryn

[Pericles of Athens]

House Arryn

"High as Honor"

House Arryn

House Arryn of the Eyrie is one of the Great Houses of Westeros, and is the principal noble house in the Vale of Arryn. Their main seat is the Eyrie, which is considered impregnable. House Arryn’s main sea of power was once the Gates of the Moon, which remains in their position as a winter residence. Both of these keeps sit astride the Giant's Lance, the tallest mountain in the Vale, the Gates of the Moon at its foot, the Eyrie at its top. The Arryn sigil is a sky-blue falcon soaring against a white moon on a sky-blue field, and their words are "As High as Honor". The Arryns of the Eyrie have a collection of distant relatives located throughout the Vale. Although much poorer than the ruling Arryns, aside from the Arryns of Gulltown, they are proud due to their name and heritage. The Arryns are considered to come from the oldest and purest line of Andal nobility, which they say reaches back to Andalos and possibly Hugor of the Hill. When King Robar II Royce began to unite the First Men and defeat some of the petty Andal kings during the Andal invasion, the Andals of the Vale united behind Ser Artys Arryn, the Falcon Knight, a native Valeman esteemed amongst his peers as the finest warrior of his day. Robar was slain in the Battle of the Seven Stars, possibly by Artys, and the First Men houses who remained bent the knee and swore fealty to Artys Arryn, the First of His Name, new-crowned King of Mountain and Vale. From that day, the Vale became known as the Vale of Arryn. Songs of the Vale conflate Artys with the legendary Winged Knight, who is said to have slain the Griffin King atop the Giant's Lance. The First Men who did not accept Artys as their king were forced into the Mountains of the Moon, becoming the Vale mountain clans.

The Eyrie

The Eyrie is an ancient castle and seat of House Arryn, one of the oldest lines of Andal nobility, within the Vale of Arryn. It is situated in the Mountains of the Moon astride the peak known as the Giant's Lance, several thousand feet above the valley below. Although small compared to the seats of other Great Houses in Westeros, the Eyrie is considered impregnable to attack. During winter years, the Arryns seek refuge against the cold at the base of the mountain in the Gates of the Moon. The Eyrie is the smallest of the great castles, consisting only of a cluster of seven slim, white towers bunched tightly together. They can hold up to five hundred men. The castle is made of fine white stone. The towers encircle a garden, which had been meant as a godswood, but no weirwood heart tree would take root in the stony soil. The garden instead contains grass, shrubbery, and statuary. The barracks and stables are carved directly into the mountain. The granary is as large as those found in much larger castles, like Winterfell. The Eyrie also contains a sept. The waterfall known as Alyssa's Tears can be heard from the Eyrie. Layout - The High Hall is where the household takes meals. It is a long and austere hall, with walls made of blue-veined white marble. At the end of it sits the throne of the Arryns, a seat carved of weirwood. It has narrow, arched windows, between which are torches mounted on high iron or silver sconces. - The Moon Door is a narrow weirwood door that stands between two slender pillars in the High Hall. A crescent moon is carved into the door, which opens inward, and is barred by heavy bronze. The door opens into the sky. Most executions at the Eyrie use this door, which opens onto a six hundred foot drop to the stones of the valley below. - The Crescent Chamber is the Eyrie's reception hall. Here, guests are given refreshments and warmed by the fire after making the climb up the Giant's Lance. - The Maiden's Tower is the easternmost of the seven towers of the Eyrie. From a balcony on the tower, one can see the Vale and the Giant's Lance. - The Moon Tower contains the bedchambers of Lord Arryn. - Sky cells are the Eyrie's infamous dungeons. They are shelves on the side of the mountain's sheer cliffs, left open to the cold sky, with slightly sloping floors to unnerve the prisoners. Many prisoners, driven mad by the cold and howling wind, commit suicide rather than remain imprisoned. Defense To reach the Eyrie, an invading army would have to overcome the Bloody Gate guarding the high road, then overcome the Gates of the Moon located at the bottom of the mountain and climb up the narrow goat trail. Under normal circumstances this would take half a day, all the while being exposed to attack from the defenders in the Eyrie and its three waycastles along the path. - Stone, the first waycastle. The path to it is surrounded by forest. It has a massive ironbound gate. The stone walls are crowned with iron spikes and its two fat round towers raise above the keep. - Snow, the second waycastle. The trail to it is steeper than that of Stone. It consists of a single fortified tower, a timber keep, and a stable placed behind a low wall of unmortared rock. It is nestled into the Giant's Lance so as to command the entire pathway from Stone to Snow. - Sky, the third waycastle. The path to it is treacherous. It is open to the wind and the steps are cracked and broken from the constant freezing. Sky is a high, crescent-shaped wall of unmortared stone raised against the side of the mountain. Inside the walls are a series of ramps and a great tumble of boulders and stones of all sizes, ready to throw down or even cause a minor avalanche. There is a cavern containing a long natural hall, stables, and supplies. Handholds carved into the rock lead to the Eyrie, while earthen ramps give access to the walls. The Eyrie is located six hundred feet above this point Bonuses Flee to nowhere: Capture rolls of all characters in the Eyrie are increased by +2 chance of capture The Sky Cells: The Eyrie's prisons, the Sky Cells, are small open shelves in the mountainside that ever-so-slightly slant downward. They are notorious for terrifying their unlucky occupants so greatly that many choose to commit suicide than to continue to rot there, in danger of simply rolling off the edge in their sleep every night and constantly exposed to the elements. Escape is impossible from the Eyrie. Additionally, all prisoners have a 2/20 chance each year to die while in the Eyrie.

Leadership of Eyrie
Lord: Lord Jasper Arryn
Heir: Ser Jon Arryn
Marshal: Ser Hugh Arryn

Income

70,000 Base Income
0,000 Trade Resources (0%)
10,500 Skill (15%)
7,000 Buildings (10%)

Total: 87,500 Dragons

Trade

1. Market Square Resource: Fruits (+2 Survival to all family, +2 Charisma to the Lord, +400 Militia)
2. Merchant's Square Resource: Grain (+1,800 Militia)
3. Trade Hub Resource: Livestock (+1,200 Militia)
4. Large Trade Market: Stone (10% cheaper buildings, +2 siege defense)

Buildings

Tier I: Small Trade Market - Gives access to the trade system, provides one resource to select to trade. - Militia Armory: +500 Militia Points - Market Square: +10% income - Wall Reinforcements: +1 Siege Defense rolls
Tier II: Medium Trade Market: Unlocks an additional trade resource, which may be kept or traded. - Town Watch: +1,000 Militia Points, 5% cheaper professional troop hire. - Merchant's Square: +10% province income - Citadel Towers: +1 Siege Defense rolls
Tier III: Large Trade Market: Unlocks an additional trade resource, which may be kept or traded. - Barracks: +1,000 Militia Points, 10% cheaper professional troop hire. - Trade Hub: Allows owners of the province to gain an additional trade route.
Tier IV: Militia Network Bonuses: +2,000 Land Militia, if your home is besieged, 250 Heavy Infantry, 500 Archers and 500 Light Infantry appear as additions to your garrison. Drawbacks: -10% province income.

Edicts:

NONE

Military

Siege Defense

18 Month (1.5 Weeks) Siege
+12 Assualt
+2 Buildings
-3 Enemy Assault
300% Land Levy Capacity

Total: +14

Eyrie (7,500 Points)

Levy
Light Infantry: 5,250
Archers: 2,250
Total: 7,500

Militia (9,900)
Polearms: 933
Archers: 600
Heavy Infantry: 2,000
Light Cavalry: 600
Heavy Cavalry: 1,100
Total: 5,233

Professionals
600x Knights of the Bloody Gate
600x Knights of the Vale
300x Household Knights
Total: 1,500

Bannermen


Gulltown - House Grafton
PC


Runestone - House Royce
PC


Sweetsister - House Sunderland
PC


Eastweald - House Waynwood


Longbow Hall - House Hunter
PC


Westweald - House Belmore
PC


Northweald - House Hersy

Household

Children of the union between Robert Arryn and Yisilla Arryn (Redfort):
Lord Jasper Arryn, born in 189 AC, widowed to Lady Marsella Arryn (Waynwood)
Lady Sharra Belmore (Arryn), born 193, died in 231 AC, married to Lord Benedar Belmore
Ser Hugh Arryn, born in 195AC, married to his distant cousin Lady Alyssa Arryn

Children of the union between Jasper Arryn and Anya Arryn (Waynwood):
Ser Jon Arryn, born 221 AC, unmarried
Alys Arryn, born 224 AC, unmarried
Ronnel Arryn, born 226 AC, unmarried
Alyane Arryn, born 230 AC, unmarried

Children of the union between Hugh Arryn and Alyssa Arryn:
Rowena Arryn, born 226 AC, unmarried
Hugo Arryn, born 231 AC, unmarried

Characters

House Arryn

Lord Jasper Arryn
Age: 55 (Born 187AC)
Humors: Primary Supine: Amaiable (+1 charisma, -1 duel) & Idealistic (+1 charisma, -1 rout/assination/escape rolls) Secondary Phlegmatic: Empathetic (+2 charisma, -1 battle/duel/joust rolls)
Traits: +7 Charisma (+3), +3 (15%) Wealth, -2 Duel, -1 Joust, -1 Battles, -1 Rout, -1 Escape, -1 Assination
Marital Status: Widowed to Lady Marsella Arryn (Waynwood)
Children: Jon Arryn (Born 221AC), Alys Arryn (Born 224AC), Ronnel Arryn (Born 227AC), Alayne Arryn (230AC)

Ser Hugh Arryn
Age: 47 (Born 195AC)
Humors: Secondary Choleric: Bloodthirsty (+1 Battles, -1 Charisma) Primary Melancholic: Pessemistic (+1 Survival, -1 Charisma), Meticulous (+1 detection, -5% Movement)
Traits: +4 Battles (+3), +5 Personal Combat, +1 (+0) Survival, +1 Detection, -2 Charisma, -5% Movment Speed
Marital Status: Wed to Lady Alyssa Arryn
Children: Rowena Arryn (Born 226AC), Hugo Arryn (231AC)
Equipment: Greatsword (+7 Duel, +2 Survival), Full Plate (+20 hp, +1 Battles, +6 Survival, +5 post-battle condition rolls)

Ser Jon Arryn
Age: 21 (Born 221AC)
Humors: Primary Sanguine: Confident (+1 Battles, +1 added to rout rolls) & Sociable (+1 Charisma, -2% Income) Secondary Supine: Idealistic (+1 Charisma, -1 rout/assassination/escape)
Traits: +4 Charisma (+2), +3 Battles (+2), +2 Survival, -1 Assassination, -1 Escape
Marital Status: Married to Lady Jacelyn Stark
Children: None
Equipment: Greatsword (+7 Duel, +2 Survival), Full Plate (+20 hp, +1 Battles, +6 Survival, +5 post-battle condition rolls)

[Iron Aquilifer]

The vale and mountains of Arryn had a long history with heraldry, from the stoic charm of the chieftain colours of the First-Men, to the religious-infused sigils of the first Andals. Yet none bore the red and yellow of a fusil board, flanked by the seven white shields which told of a history bound to honour and duty. This foreign banner flew high and proud above a company of men near fifty strong - knights and men-at-arms whose eyes and arms trained on the mountain slopes for waiting bandits. They made their way towards the Bloody Gate which had held foreign banners away by force of arms, calling on the Knight of the Gate to admit them passage.

"We come to treat with the Lord Arryn, Warden of the East," Lord Darklyn's messenger said.

[Pericles of Athens]

Who would pass the bloody gate? A voice boomed from the ramparts. There was a moment of silence after the messenger replied, eventually the gates opened and the party of crownlanders were allowed through under Arryn guard. Next they passed through the Gates of the Moon, and began the ascent up the Giant’s Lance. Passing all the waycastles on their ascent, first Stone, followed by Snow, and finally Sky. It was getting colder the higher they went, and the crownlanders found it became harder to breath and do other mundane tasks at this altitude. And there she was, a elegant and imposing castle of purest white, nestled at the highest peak. The Eyrie seemed like something out of a fairytale, with the sky blue banners of Arryn fluttering over the ramparts. They enter the Crescent Chamber, the doorway flank by two knights. The walls are white marble, with thick blue veins dancing through them. The reception chamber is warmed by two roaring hearths and further illuminated by torches mounted on silver sconces. A number of servants pass out bread and salt to welcome these guests, along with cider to warm their bones. They are told Lord Jasper will see them once he tends to his other visitors. It was late afternoon when the Crownlanders were brought into the High Hall of the Arryns, an elegant place filled with courtiers and knights, looking down on them all was the ancient Weirwood throne upon which Jasper sat. A herald announced their identities. What brings you all this way, I can not remember the last time a Crownlander came to the Eyrie?

[The Mad Skylord]

A great retinue of Riverlanders arrived to the Bloody gates. The sheer size and diversity of the retinue could mean but one thing - Lord Axel Tully had come to treat with the Lord if the Vale.

[Pericles of Athens]

Who would pass the bloody gate? A voice boomed from the ramparts, as it did a number of archers made their presence known on the ramparts and the surrounding cliffs.

[The Mad Skylord]

"Lord Axel Tully would see the Lord of the Vale!"

Came the reply.

[Pericles of Athens]

There was bone chilling silence as a breeze rolled through the pass. Enter. Came the reply of the knight, and the doors creaked open. From the Bloody Gate the pass widened as they drew closer to the Gates of the Moon, much of the Tully company was told to wait for their Lord return as he made the ascent to the Eyrie. The path was long and steep, getting colder with every step. Many of the Rivermen began experiencing light headedness and some were finding it hard to breath let alone trudge up the Giant's Lance. When the Tully party grew near they could hear the sound of water rushing over rock, any Valesmen would know it as the sound of Alyssa's Tears. Soon enough the castle was in view, a picture out of a fairy tale, summer snow falling on white marble. The banners of house Arryn fluttered from the ramparts in the cold mountain winds. They enter the Crescent Chamber, the doorway flank by two knights. The walls are white marble, with thick blue veins dancing through them. The reception chamber is warmed by two roaring hearths and further illuminated by torches mounted on silver sconces. A number of servants pass out bread and salt to welcome these guests, along with cider to warm their bones. The head servant, a rotund man in gaudy blue and white approaches Lord Tully. My lord Tully, when you are ready Lord Arryn wishes to see you in his solar.

[Pericles of Athens]

After long journey from the capital the party that had journeyed south for the coronation returned, though they return with a few extra heads. Ser Jon Arryn led the party from the front, while Lord Jasper brought up the rear in his carriage. Among the blue and white banners of the house Arryn were the gray direwolves of house Stark, the ancient runes of house Royce, and the three heads of the sisters. Among the new faces the most important were Jacelyn Stark who would soon be Jacelyn Arryn and Osmund Royce, there were also Jasper's new wards Liane and Roger Sunderland. Alys kept her new plaything close at hand at all times, so it was a given that they rode in the same carriage. While Roger rode in the second carriage alongside Jasper. The ascent was long and the unwieldy party made slow progress, once they reached a great enough altitude they began to see a light summer snow dancing on the breeze.

Do you hear it? Jasper questioned, the faintest sound of water rushing over rock could be heard in the distance, as if the mountain was playing music to herald the arrival of the Arryn party. Alyssa's Tears they call it, do you know why young Roger?

[Lord Dread]

After long journey from the capital the party that had journeyed south for the coronation returned, though they return with a few extra heads. Ser Jon Arryn led the party from the front, while Lord Jasper brought up the rear in his carriage. Among the blue and white banners of the house Arryn were the gray direwolves of house Stark, the ancient runes of house Royce, and the three heads of the sisters. Among the new faces the most important were Jacelyn Stark who would soon be Jacelyn Arryn and Osmund Royce, there were also Jasper's new wards Liane and Roger Sunderland. Alys kept her new plaything close at hand at all times, so it was a given that they rode in the same carriage. While Roger rode in the second carriage alongside Jasper. The ascent was long and the unwieldy party made slow progress, once they reached a great enough altitude they began to see a light summer snow dancing on the breeze.

Do you hear it? Jasper questioned, the faintest sound of water rushing over rock could be heard in the distance, as if the mountain was playing music to herald the arrival of the Arryn party. Alyssa's Tears they call it, do you know why young Roger?

Roger barely knew what to say, as he had heard that the girl, with whom her sister spent her time was called Alys. He doubted to some point though that it had to do with her - or did it?
Thus he shook honestly his head.
"Not necessarily, mylord Arryn", he answered unsure, "I assume it's tied to the history of the Vale, but... I sadly can't answer this question."


Liane on the other hand was so far busy with keeping Alys somewhat entertained, she had the feeling.
Once they had left the coronation, she eventually had submitted to the choices of the Vale girl. Wearing a new dress, fair and fine, but Liane thought already secretly that she was overdoing things.
Nontheless she didn't dare to disagree - the Arryns were their overlords and so was Alys Arryn. If the girl thought her to be her human puppet, then so it was for the moment.

[Pericles of Athens]

Jasper smiled, he enjoyed telling this story to foreigners, and the Sistermen were about as foreign as men come south of the Neck. Once, long ago, a centuries long battle raged in these mountains between First Men and Andals. He began. Into this war an Arryn was born, lovely as the morning sun rise. Her entire family was butchered before her eyes, yet she would not shed one tear. She died soon after and the Seven created that waterfall so she could shed the tears in death that she never shed in life.

Outside the carriage the castle had come into view, those not well aquatinted with the Vale might think the Eyrie appeared ready to fall from the clifftop. It was smaller than Winterfell, lady Stark could see that plainly, but it was more elegant as well. The carriages cane to a stop, as those on horseback brought their horses to heel. It had been over half a day’s travel to make it up the Giant’s Lance, and those not native to the mountains of the Vale found themselves out of breathe. The Crescent Chamber was their first stop where all the guests were granted bread and salt, a team of servants provided warm milk and cider as well, and a rotund serving man informed them all that a feast had been prepared to celebrate the return of Lord Arryn and the betrothal of his son Ser Jon to Lady Stark.

[Lord Dread]

Jasper smiled, he enjoyed telling this story to foreigners, and the Sistermen were about as foreign as men come south of the Neck. Once, long ago, a centuries long battle raged in these mountains between First Men and Andals. He began. Into this war an Arryn was born, lovely as the morning sun rise. Her entire family was butchered before her eyes, yet she would not shed one tear. She died soon after and the Seven created that waterfall so she could shed the tears in death that she never shed in life.

Outside the carriage the castle had come into view, those not well aquatinted with the Vale might think the Eyrie appeared ready to fall from the clifftop. It was smaller than Winterfell, lady Stark could see that plainly, but it was more elegant as well. The carriages cane to a stop, as those on horseback brought their horses to heel. It had been over half a day’s travel to make it up the Giant’s Lance, and those not native to the mountains of the Vale found themselves out of breathe. The Crescent Chamber was their first stop where all the guests were granted bread and salt, a team of servants provided warm milk and cider as well, and a rotund serving man informed them all that a feast had been prepared to celebrate the return of Lord Arryn and the betrothal of his son Ser Jon to Lady Stark.

"A sad story", Roger replied only, while musing melancholic over the sound of the waterfall.
I wonder how many waterfalls the Seven must create for Lothar and all those other Sistermen, who died under horrific circumstances.


Once arriving at the Crescent Chamber, Liane closed up to Roger. The fourteen year-old boy first wanted to deny kindly, but his sister realized again how naive her brother was.
"Roger, just do it", she whispered secretly the next moment, before the boy nodded.
After all the guest right was one of the most important traditions in the Seven Kingdoms. The girl knew that on the Sisters the upholding of these tradition sometimes saved more lifes on courts of noblemen, as nearly everyone feared the wrath of the Gods,
should he dare violating these god-given laws. Maybe she was too careful, too paranoid as her father uses to be - yet she wanted to keep Roger safe, just in case.
The Eyrie was probably a safe place and House Arryn is known as one of the most honorable in the Seven Kingdoms... and thus, the Sunderland girl felt even more uncomfortable.
Where Roger was just griefing for Lothar, she only prayed that her Lord father made a good choice with the Arryns as their protectors.

[Iron Aquilifer]

Lord Darklyn, who had taken to garbing himself in satin for his appearance before the old lord of the Eyrie, stepped lightly into the Arryn's great hall. It was not the most impressive chamber in the realm - though the castle itself was beyond the image spoken of in song - but nevertheless, Davos found himself quietened. This is probably be a mistake. However the presence of his firstborn son, ever eager to purse his own ambitions, steeled him. Like it or not, Robin would attempt this himself. No, it was better he was here to speak for his son. At the least it was not his heir's reputation that would be tarnished by disagreement.

"My Lord of Arryn," Davos said by address. "I come with the hope that the Vale would be united most closely with mine city. I do profess that the lineage of my House is not as storied as of your own, but our families both enjoyed crowns before the coming of the dragon, and both have enjoyed the fruits of their reign." He stopped himself from glancing away from the lord's eyes. "I would have our families bound together, in matters of rule and of blood. By your sound reasoning, I would have our families united as if of one mind."

[The Mad Skylord]

Tully was escorted to Arryn's solar, where he gave a respectful nod to the Lord of the Vale.

"Lord Arryn's, I thank you for agreeing to see me."

[Pontifex Maximus]

Aegon Waters, the natural son of the late Lord Frey, arrives at the Eyrie with his Royce liege. (I was told this was happening?)

[Pericles of Athens]

Lord Darklyn, who had taken to garbing himself in satin for his appearance before the old lord of the Eyrie, stepped lightly into the Arryn's great hall. It was not the most impressive chamber in the realm - though the castle itself was beyond the image spoken of in song - but nevertheless, Davos found himself quietened. This is probably be a mistake. However the presence of his firstborn son, ever eager to purse his own ambitions, steeled him. Like it or not, Robin would attempt this himself. No, it was better he was here to speak for his son. At the least it was not his heir's reputation that would be tarnished by disagreement.

"My Lord of Arryn," Davos said by address. "I come with the hope that the Vale would be united most closely with mine city. I do profess that the lineage of my House is not as storied as of your own, but our families both enjoyed crowns before the coming of the dragon, and both have enjoyed the fruits of their reign." He stopped himself from glancing away from the lord's eyes. "I would have our families bound together, in matters of rule and of blood. By your sound reasoning, I would have our families united as if of one mind."

The name Darklyn carries no shame, the most powerful lord in the Crownlands carries a fair deal of weight. Jasper interrupted, while rubbing his knee, the change in altitude was causing him a fair deal of discomfort. Unfortunately, my youngest Ronnel and Alayna are to young to wed for a few name days more, and we are preparing to wed Ser Jon to the lovely Jacelyn Stark. The elderly Valesmen gestured toward a black haired gray eyed beauty in the throne of courtiers. My sweet Alys is unspoken for, however a number of knights and lordlings have attempted to court her, if your son is willing to seek a lady’s approval.. He laughed at his final thought. And then there is me, though I doubt many would wish to bind themselves to an old widower, even if I am Lord of the Vale. He felt somewhat guilty, that he might have embarrassed The lord Darklyn.

Tully was escorted to Arryn's solar, where he gave a respectful nod to the Lord of the Vale.

"Lord Arryn's, I thank you for agreeing to see me."

The solar was a private and airy room, effortlessly suspended over the abyss. Here Tully found Jasper, seated at a large wooden desk of the finest make. It’s bone white flesh clearly crafted from weirwood, another relict of a time when the Andals waged war on the tree spirits of the First Men. In that vein the desk sported detailed carvings of the mythic origins of the Arryns and their conquest of the Vale. Lord Tully, what brings you to the Vale? Jasper questioned. Years up atop the Giant’s Lance and visitors came once in the bluest of moons. Now I can’t step in any direction without bumping into one. He chuckled as he signed and sealed a document.

[The Mad Skylord]

Tully chuckled himself.

"I'm here to discuss the unfortunate status of the Realm, Lord Arryn. We have ignored Targaryen incest before, but now it comes with marrying peasants and oath breaking. The Realm needs set on a straighter course."

[Pericles of Athens]

I see. Arryn said with a sigh, rubbing his temple lightly. That Jenny of Oldstones was clearly whispering poisoned words into the King’s ear, and of course the targaryens had harmed their own name with broken promises and crimes against the Seven. And how would you set the kingdoms on a straighter course? We are, after all, all sworn by honor and law to King Duncan. And while their actions are reprehensible they’ve yet to rise to the level of dissolving feudal obligation.

[chesser2538]

Osmund Royce walks through the halls of the Eyrie looking for the beauty of the Vale, Alys Arryn, he carries with him a bouquet of mountain flowers and a silver bracelet with fine engraved runes and blue sapphire fittings. Eventually finding her on a balcony overlooking the mountain of the Vale he approaches. "I didn’t think it was possible for a girl to look better than you did the last time I saw you, but you pulled it off today."

[The Mad Skylord]

"By appealing to the King, forcefully, if needs be. It is not treason to prevent a King from destroying his own kingdom. The proper course is clear - appeal to the King to enact law, to undo the disastrous laws put in place by his father. To ban depravities such as incest.

What will come next? A court filled with sycophants? Father marrying daughter? Yet more kinslaying?

It is time for we Lords to take responsibility as well - a powerful faction giving an ultimatum could go a very long way.

But before any drastic action becomes necessary, a series of marriages between the Great Lords of this land will send a very clear message that the interference of the 'Queen' is not welcome. It could stop the King doing anything disastrous preemptively. "

[Lord William]

An invitation arrives addressed to Jasper and Jon Arryn

Greetings Lords of the Vale,

I Willum Greyjoy cordially invite you and your family to Pyke for a night of feasting and drinking, I hope your attendance will be present.