Godsgrace, seat of House Allyrion

**Xion** · April 30, 2016, 11:41 AM

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**Oznerol** · May 09, 2016, 07:16 PM

On its way to Sunspear a company of riders arrive to Godsgrace. They are led by Lord Dayne and his cousin, the Sword of the Morning.

**Xion** · May 09, 2016, 10:21 PM

Originally Posted by Oznerol

On its way to Sunspear a company of riders arrive to Godsgrace. They are led by Lord Dayne and his cousin, the Sword of the Morning.

As the Lady is away in Sunspear, Lord Dayne and the Sword of the Morning are led to Ser Ryon. "Lord Dayne, Ser Dayne, welcome to Godsgrace. I apologize, but my sister is away in Sunspear at the moment."

**Oznerol** · May 10, 2016, 03:21 AM

Originally Posted by Xion

As the Lady is away in Sunspear, Lord Dayne and the Sword of the Morning are led to Ser Ryon. "Lord Dayne, Ser Dayne, welcome to Godsgrace. I apologize, but my sister is away in Sunspear at the moment."

Lord Aron smiles and offers his hand to Ser Ryon.

"We have just arrived from Sunspear as well, Ser. So worry not"

Once hands are shaken he places his on his belt.

"Such a long time since I visited Godsgrace. More beautiful than I remembered.

He wavered a hand, like dismissing a thought.

"However, and more importantly, I come with a proposal: a marriage between a member of your noble lineage and mine"

**Xion** · May 10, 2016, 01:19 PM

Originally Posted by Oznerol

Lord Aron smiles and offers his hand to Ser Ryon.

"We have just arrived from Sunspear as well, Ser. So worry not"

Once hands are shaken he places his on his belt.

"Such a long time since I visited Godsgrace. More beautiful than I remembered.

He wavered a hand, like dismissing a thought.

"However, and more importantly, I come with a proposal: a marriage between a member of your noble lineage and mine"

Ser Ryon shakes Aron's hand, and then shakes the hand of the Sword of the Morning. He pauses in thought at the mention of a marriage between Dayne and Allyrion, recalling how the son or relative of the Daynes who was supposed to marry his sister broke the betrothal two weeks before the marriage, causing his father to quickly negotiate another betrothal for his heiress along with harboring a strong dislike for the Red Mountains lords for several years afterwards. "An interesting proposal...do you have a member of my house in mind for such a betrothal already, my lord?"

A group of Yronwood riders arrived on the outskirts of Godsgrace, garbed in traditional Rhoynish clothing, as Andal plate was no good to travel in. They had made their way down the Greenblood, observing the odd quiet that had befallen Dorne since the end of the war. It was clear that it had affected the people of the principality in more ways than one.Stopping outside the gates of the castle, the party requested entry, and an audience with whoever held the keep.

The riders from Yronwood are led to a courtyard of the castle, overlooking the town and river port below, and having a view of where the Scourge, Greenblood, and Vaith merge on their way to the Narrow Sea, where Lady Allyrion, Ser Allyrion, and their uncle Ulrick were presently. "Welcome to Godsgrace, sers. Do help yourself to some of the refreshments, and please take a seat." Emphyria gestures to the table of refreshments and then to some of the unoccupied divans, chairs, and couch around the table. "I pray Yronwood is fairing well since the tragedy of Tumbleton?"

**Oznerol** · May 10, 2016, 03:48 PM

Originally Posted by Xion

Ser Ryon shakes Aron's hand, and then shakes the hand of the Sword of the Morning. He pauses in thought at the mention of a marriage between Dayne and Allyrion, recalling how the son or relative of the Daynes who was supposed to marry his sister broke the betrothal two weeks before the marriage, causing his father to quickly negotiate another betrothal for his heiress along with harboring a strong dislike for the Red Mountains lords for several years afterwards. "An interesting proposal...do you have a member of my house in mind for such a betrothal already, my lord?"

ooc: I don't think it's fine that you start with enmities between two houses before even consulting me first. But fine

He smiles.

"Ser, my eldest son and heir, Anders, was born seven years ago. If my memory doesn't fail me I recall you had daughters around that age"

He gestures with both hands as he speaks.

"The nobility of Dorne must stand together in this troublesome times. Unity must prevail over petty rivalries. There are many who wish to lead this princedom through a path of damnation. That shall not be if the noble born in this realm join in a fair league of lords to appeal for the well-fare of Dorne: Lords Appellant"

**Gandalfus** · May 10, 2016, 12:53 PM

A group of Yronwood riders arrived on the outskirts of Godsgrace, garbed in traditional Rhoynish clothing, as Andal plate was no good to travel in. They had made their way down the Greenblood, observing the odd quiet that had befallen Dorne since the end of the war. It was clear that it had affected the people of the principality in more ways than one.
Stopping outside the gates of the castle, the party requested entry, and an audience with whoever held the keep.

**Gandalfus** · May 10, 2016, 01:47 PM

Cletus dismounts, along with his sister Gwyneth, and enters the Keep where Lady Allyrion was holding court. After attempting to gulp down some water as elegantly as possible, the young Yronwood sits down at the table, shadowed by his emotionless sister.

"Thank you, Lady Allyrion." Cletus chimed as he took his seat. However, his face did drop visibly at the mention of Tumbleton. While Yorick had been loud, and sometimes cruel, he had also been his brother.
"Well enough, my Lady, although like the rest of the Princedom we mourn our dead." Cletus' voice cracked slightly, but he managed to sip some water and regain his composure.
"I have come hear not to dwell on the dead, however." Shifting in his seat, he bit his lip, aware that he had perhaps appeared rude and coarse with the sudden change of topic. He lacked the emotionless mask of unsettling charisma that Lord Dayne possessed.

**Xion** · May 10, 2016, 04:24 PM

Originally Posted by Gandalf.

Cletus dismounts, along with his sister Gwyneth, and enters the Keep where Lady Allyrion was holding court. After attempting to gulp down some water as elegantly as possible, the young Yronwood sits down at the table, shadowed by his emotionless sister.

"Thank you, Lady Allyrion." Cletus chimed as he took his seat. However, his face did drop visibly at the mention of Tumbleton. While Yorick had been loud, and sometimes cruel, he had also been his brother.
"Well enough, my Lady, although like the rest of the Princedom we mourn our dead." Cletus' voice cracked slightly, but he managed to sip some water and regain his composure.
"I have come hear not to dwell on the dead, however." Shifting in his seat, he bit his lip, aware that he had perhaps appeared rude and coarse with the sudden change of topic. He lacked the emotionless mask of unsettling charisma that Lord Dayne possessed.

Lady Allyrion drinks from her cup of water before speaking. "Then what brings you to Godsgrace, my lord Yronwood?"

**Gandalfus** · May 10, 2016, 04:30 PM

"To talk of the living, my lady." Cletus replied, before glancing at his sister.
"The blood of Yronwood has grown thin, as my father would say, and I believe that can be rectified by marriage." Gwyneth returned her brother's glance, a slight glimmer of annoyance appearing on her face. However, she said nothing.
"And that is why I have come, my Lady. To heal the wounds that Dorne suffered in the last war by fostering strong ties of blood with the noble houses of this land. I am already promised to a Dayne, but my sister here is unwed-"

"And my Lord means for me to marry an Allyrion, My Lady." Gwyneth interjected, with a sweet smile that did not reach her eyes. If she was going to be sold off like some animal, she would at least have the last word about it.

**Xion** · May 10, 2016, 05:38 PM

Originally Posted by Gandalf.

"To talk of the living, my lady." Cletus replied, before glancing at his sister.
"The blood of Yronwood has grown thin, as my father would say, and I believe that can be rectified by marriage." Gwyneth returned her brother's glance, a slight glimmer of annoyance appearing on her face. However, she said nothing.
"And that is why I have come, my Lady. To heal the wounds that Dorne suffered in the last war by fostering strong ties of blood with the noble houses of this land. I am already promised to a Dayne, but my sister here is unwed-"

"And my Lord means for me to marry an Allyrion, My Lady." Gwyneth interjected, with a sweet smile that did not reach her eyes. If she was going to be sold off like some animal, she would at least have the last word about it.

Lady Allyrion thinks for a few minutes on the proposal before nodding. "My brother Ryon here is unmarried and I think would be a suitable match, my lord Yronwood." She says, with a faint smile. Ryon finishes eating a date before speaking. "It would be an honor to marry such a beautiful lady, my lord and lady Yronwood."

**Gandalfus** · May 10, 2016, 05:49 PM

Originally Posted by Xion

Lady Allyrion thinks for a few minutes on the proposal before nodding. "My brother Ryon here is unmarried and I think would be a suitable match, my lord Yronwood." She says, with a faint smile. Ryon finishes eating a date before speaking. "It would be an honor to marry such a beautiful lady, my lord and lady Yronwood."

Cletus breathed out heavily, a disguised sigh of relief that was accompanied with a firm nod. Gwyneth looked at Ryon intently with her deep brown eyes, and seemed contented with the match. At least she was wedding a Dornishmen, while her sister would be carted off with some Northman.

"I thank you for the honour you bestow upon me, Ser Ryon." Gwyneth replied, lazily brushing her hair from her eyes before sipping on some water.
Cletus shuffled slightly, clearing his throat to fill the momentary silence.
"May they be blessed by the Seven." It was almost a mumble, but at least he was sincere. He turned his gaze to the lady, and gave yet another nod.
"I thank you, Lady Allyrion. I am sure our houses shall prosper from this match."

**Xion** · May 10, 2016, 10:32 PM

Originally Posted by Gandalf.

Cletus breathed out heavily, a disguised sigh of relief that was accompanied with a firm nod. Gwyneth looked at Ryon intently with her deep brown eyes, and seemed contented with the match. At least she was wedding a Dornishmen, while her sister would be carted off with some Northman.

"I thank you for the honour you bestow upon me, Ser Ryon." Gwyneth replied, lazily brushing her hair from her eyes before sipping on some water.
Cletus shuffled slightly, clearing his throat to fill the momentary silence.
"May they be blessed by the Seven." It was almost a mumble, but at least he was sincere. He turned his gaze to the lady, and gave yet another nod.
"I thank you, Lady Allyrion. I am sure our houses shall prosper from this match."

Emphyria smiles and orders a servant to pour several glasses of Dornish red to celebrate the occasion. Ulrick looks at the two Yronwoods for a moment before smiling, thinking his brother would've approved of such a match for Ryon as well. Emphyria then nods in agreement with Lord Yronwood's words. "Would you like the wedding to be hosted at Yronwood, my lord Yronwood?" she then drinks from the cup of dornish red handed to her by a servant.

**Gandalfus** · May 11, 2016, 02:17 AM

"If it please you, Lady Allyrion. It shall be done upon the next moon's turn." Cletus said firmly, before awkwardly handling the goblet of red wine presented to him. Taking a sip and setting it down, he gave a thin smile.

**Xion** · May 11, 2016, 10:18 AM

Originally Posted by Gandalf.

"If it please you, Lady Allyrion. It shall be done upon the next moon's turn." Cletus said firmly, before awkwardly handling the goblet of red wine presented to him. Taking a sip and setting it down, he gave a thin smile.

Emphyria nods. "I can agree to that, my lord Yronwood." She then takes another sip from her goblet of wine.

"Ser, my eldest son and heir, Anders, was born seven years ago. If my memory doesn't fail me I recall you had daughters around that age"

"Lady Allyrion has two daughters who are around that age. You will have to talk to her to arrange a betrothal between your son and one of my nieces." Ryon doesn't say anything in response to the "Lords Appellant" and unity that Dayne talked about, but does make a note to inform his sister of it upon her return from Sunspear.

**Lord Dread** · June 14, 2016, 10:40 AM

Sending back a letter from the Gates, House Arryn states gladly, that they will accept the offer.

**Xion** · July 01, 2016, 10:49 AM

Emphyria opens her eyes, and yawns, as if awakening from a deep sleep, not knowing she had been in a coma for the past several months following King's Landing. She rubs her eyes in a attempt to clear up her vision, and looks over at a figure occupying a chair, asleep. "Ythan." she says in a hoarse whisper. She repeats herself again, with no response again. Irritated, she manages to raise her voice for the third attempt, wincing from the pain it caused along with the dull burning sensation in her limbs from months of disuse. Having failed to wake up her brother, she attempts to sit up in her bed when the door opens to reveal the maester of Godsgrace, who drops what he was holding when he saw the lady awake.

After several more days of recovery and regaining feeling in her legs to the point she could walk with a cane to support herself, Emphyria made her way to the solar of Godsgrace to discover a complete mess of papers on her desk. She picks up a recent letter that came from the capitol, an invitation to the coronation of Blackfyre. "Rhae, throw this in the fire." She orders her younger daughter, who quickly complies. "Where is your uncle?" "He said he had business in Yronwood, mother." Emphyria sits down in the chair behind the desk and begins sifting through the pile of letters and papers with the aid of her daughter, with the maester and the lady's other siblings joining the pair to help inform Emphyira of what has transpired in the realm while she was in a coma.