Sunspear, Capital of Dorne. Seat of house Martell

[Gandalfus]

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Vassals

House Dayne, High Lordship of Red Mountain
House Yronwood, High Lordship of the Stoneway
House Fowler, High Lordship of the Prince's Pass
House Jordayne, High Lordship of the Ghosthills
House Allyrion, High Lordship of Vaith
House Uller, High Lordship of Brimstone
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House Santagar of Spotswood
House Toland of Ghost Hill
House Dalt of Lemonwood
House Gargalen of Salt Shore
House Blackmont of Blackmont
House Qorgyle of Sandstone

Diplomacy

Six Kingdoms : Friendly

No trade agreements.

family Members:

Prince Mors Martell; age 32 ---------> Princess Myriah Dayne, Age 28
Princess Nymeria Martell, heiress. Age 6. Betrothed to prince Daeron Targaryen.
Prince Quentyn Martell, age 4. Betrothed to princess Daenarys Targaryen



NOTE: This is an NPC faction.

[Trot]

An emissary from Braavos arrives requesting an audience with the prince

[Pinkie Pie]

Kraznys mo Nakloz of Astapor arrives hoping to gain an audience with the Prince of Dorne. he has left his Unsullied on his ship this time noting that the people of Westeros hold slavery in the lowest of regards.

[Gandalfus]

They are received into the grand palace of Prince Mors Martell.

[Trot]

"Hello. If your grace would premit it. my Lord has sent me to negotiate trade and an alliance with your pepole."

[Pinkie Pie]

They are received into the grand palace of Prince Mors Martell.

Kraznys bows low as he enters. "Greetings Prince Mors of Sunspear, I bring you an offer of trade and friendship from Astpapor."

[Gandalfus]

The seneschal showed Ryon into the Prince's solar. Prince Mors was sat in a chair looking out of an open window onto the open sea beyond Sunspear. Ryon went to one knee.
"My Prince, I am returned." He said simply, a smile on his face.

You may rise, lord Ryon. What brings you to Sunspear?
He winced

Kraznys bows low as he enters. "Greetings Prince Mors of Sunspear, I bring you an offer of trade and friendship from Astpapor."

Trade? Of course. Friendship would be good, barring unforeseen circumstances. How about a non aggression pact?

[Gandalfus]

He nods.
Trade would be suitable... But why an alliance? Do we have a common enemy?

[Trot]

"No but I believe our pepoles would benifit from signs of mutual freind ship and it will show continued good will."

[Gandalfus]

He weighed the offer.
A non aggression pact would suffice, then. A promise of peace for 50 years, or perhaps more? barring any unforeseen circumstances, of course.

[Trot]

"That sounds good, and if your majesty wishes he may visit Braavos any time to discuss an alliance."

[Gandalfus]

He bowed his head, wincing at the unforeseen pain in his foot.
Thank you for your time. You are welcome to stay in Sunspear.

[Trot]

"Why thank you, but I must return home." With that he departs.

[Ganbarenippon]

Ryon Allyrion stepped off the ship. It had been a longer trip than he had anticipated, and he had not gotten half the information he had hoped for, but that was often the case when in service to the crown. It was good to be back. The moist, wet air of the Stormlands did not agree with him, and he took a lungful of the dry desert air that one could only find in Dorne. He had been on deck ever since the Spear Tower had been sighted eager to get off the ship. He had decided to walk through the Shadow city this morning and set off in the direction of the Old Palace. He hadn't learned everything there was to learn, but he had at least picked up on one or two things. Perhaps his Prince would know what to do with them? Either way he would need a private meeting, and after that, if his Prince had nothing more he would finally return to Godsgrace. The affairs of his family had been neglected for too long, especially a marriage. He arrived at the gates to the Palace and was searched for concealed weapons. The guards, satisfied that he carried only the sword at his hip waved him through. He proceeded to the seneschal's chambers.
"Hail Lord Seneschal, I will need a private meeting with my Prince, when it is convenient."

[Gandalfus]

The old man nodded.
The prince is in his quarters should you wish to speak with him.

[Ganbarenippon]

The seneschal showed Ryon into the Prince's solar. Prince Mors was sat in a chair looking out of an open window onto the open sea beyond Sunspear. Ryon went to one knee.
"My Prince, I am returned." He said simply, a smile on his face.

[Ganbarenippon]

Ryon looked at his Prince with concern. "Are you well My Prince? Do you wish me to summon a Maester?" Ryon had genuine affection for his liege, ever since the death of his father three years ago hi Uncle Trystane and his Prince had been like fathers to him.

[Pinkie Pie]

Kraznys smiles. "That would be acceptable Prince, with your leave i will reutrn to my city and ensure te ports are ready to recieve the first Westerosie traders to set foot in Astapor in almost a hundred years."

[Gandalfus]

Ryon looked at his Prince with concern. "Are you well My Prince? Do you wish me to summon a Maester?" Ryon had genuine affection for his liege, ever since the death of his father three years ago hi Uncle Trystane and his Prince had been like fathers to him.

He smiled weakly.
I appreciate your concern, Ryon, but this will sadly get worse.
He grimaced.
It's gout.

Kraznys smiles. "That would be acceptable Prince, with your leave i will reutrn to my city and ensure te ports are ready to recieve the first Westerosie traders to set foot in Astapor in almost a hundred years."

He nodded.
Thank you for your time.

[Ganbarenippon]

Ryon hissed between his teeth there was nothing the Maesters could do for gout save dull the pain. "Do you wish me to return later my Prince?"