Godsgrace, seat of House Allyrion

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It had been a long, hard ride. It was made harder by her ill health, but Tyta was not one to allow her weakness stop her from serving her father. Twenty sworn swords followed her as she neared the outer limits of Godsgrace. There, the reachmen asked for an audience.

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Lady Tyta was led through the gardens and flowing waters and fountains of Godsgrace, through the courtyard where the master-at-arms was drilling uncountable men-at-arms in the arts of spear and crossbow, by the huge open sept crowned by gold and finally into the audience chambers in the main keep, a wide open room overlooking the gardens below, columns on the balcony acting as walls and separating the inside from the outside. A man was seated by the desk, his black hair pecked with grey, wearing a common orange doublet. When the man saw the guardsmen lead Lady Tyta into the solar, he promptly rose from his seat and, circumventing the desk, bent to kiss her hand.

"Ser Arys Ghoylen, my lady," he introduced himself seriously and motioned for her to take a seat. "What brings you to Godsgrace, if I may ask?"

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Taking the seat gratefully, Tyta knew that she should not dally. Soon the fighting would make any movement between Dorne and the rest of Westeros dangerous at the very least.

"With this rebellion, we learn who is loyal to the realm, and who wishes to destroy it."

She looked down at her hands for a second before continuing.

"With that, my family wishes to forge bonds with those similarity minded. You are loyal, and so my father wishes to offer some form of trade agreement. It would entail the exchange of your fine steeds for the fruits of the Northmarch. Such a trade would bring in much wealth for both parties, and bring our peoples closer together."

She revealed a document which contained the details of such a trade. The wax was plain, although a golden rowan had been pressed in to it.

"Whatever you answer is, I would also ask that I remain your guest, until such times as the threat to my home is dealt with by our righteous armies."

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"Fruits?" Arys Ghoylen mused aloud as he examined the parchment. "Gods know Dorne is in dire need of them. The valley of the Greenblood is fertile enough, especially here, in its junction with the Vaith and the Scourge, but the soil of the Reach is more plentiful. Here we brew Dornish red and grow lemon trees, but unfortunately a man cannot live from lemon cakes alone," the seneschal said and chuckled to himself. "The world would be a much simpler place. I'll send a raven to Goldengrove soon enough, Lady Tyta, after I consult with Lady Allyrion. I see no issue in this trade of ours, let our sand steeds ride in the Northmarch!" he exclaimed jovially.

"As for housing you at Godsgrace, I am sure Lady Allyrion will be glad to have an honoured guest such as yourself living under her roof. I will be leaving for Sunspear soon enough with most of our men, though, but fear not. The walls of Godsgrace are as strong as they are ancient and the bloody rebels will whither away in the dunes before they can reach us here."

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Tyta sighed in relief at the Dornishman's words. Not only were the bridges being mended between the loyalists, but also her family were slowly gaining the power they needed. And I can finally rest

"You have my gratitude, and the gratitude of my family, Lord Allyrion."

Bowing deeply as she excused herself, Lady Rowan followed one of the dornishmen to her new room. Once inside, she collapsed on to the bed, and fell asleep.

[Hengest]

A rider arrives from Sunspear, dusty and weary.

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You will by now have heard of the judgement I have passed upon the renegades House Dayne and House Yronwood, my mother and cousin now reside in Ghaston Grey. Although your compliance was more than these challengers to my authority, you took no regard of the duties that were required of you and your lack of zeal in carrying out my orders means that I cannot let your idleness go unpunished. I am just nonetheless and have considered your few actions in compliance with my commands. Therefore I ask only that you give me one male and one female from your House to henceforth dwell in Ghaston Grey for the terms of their natural lives. If I do not receive your answer within the year I will take your entire Household by force, and even your children and servants will all see the inside of the midnight cells of the Grey towers.
Prince Rors, your master.