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Post by Royal Joker on Jul 5, 2020 8:51:14 GMT -5
PYKE
Pyke is a castle located on the island of the same name, which is one of the eight major Iron Islands. It is the seat of House Greyjoy, whose lord is known as the Lord Reaper of Pyke. The Greyjoys have been Lords of the Iron Islands since Aegon's Conquest. The castle is so old that its original builders and lords are unknown. The ancient castle was once larger and located on the island of Pyke, but unstable earth led to some portions of the cliff falling into the sea, leaving the castle's keeps and towers standing on three barren islands and a dozen small stacks of rock, surrounded by water. The towers are connected by swaying rope bridges. The keep, its towers, and walls are made of the same grey-black stone of which the rest of the island is composed. In the thousands of years the castle has stood, it has become covered with green lichen. Since there is no safe anchorage at Pyke, ships sail to nearby Lordsport.
A curtain wall encloses the headland of fifty acres and the cliffs around the foot of the wide stone bridge which extend out to the largest islet. The stables, kennels and livestock are located on the headland. The gatehouse is separated from the Great Keep by a high bridge. The walls of Pyke run in a crescent moon from cliff to cliff, with the gatehouse providing entry, located in the center portion of the wall and including an iron portcullis to provide additional protection should the wall be attacked. There are three towers to either side. The Great Keep, the Kitchen Keep, and the Guest Keep each sit on their own islands. Towers and outbuildings are located on stacks beyond them, linked to each other by covered archways where the pillars stood close and by long, swaying walks of wood and rope when they did not.
The Great Keep is massive and caps the largest islet, housing the long and smoky great hall with the Seastone Chair. It is connected to the mainland by the great stone bridge and to the Guest Keep by a covered stone walkway. The Guest Keep, or Bloody Keep, is one of the largest sections of the castle. It lies on its own island, further out than the Great Keep. Its halls are larger and better furnished, with some suites having high and gloomy ceilings. The Bloody Keep received its name a thousand years ago when the sons of a river king were slaughtered within it and their pieces returned to their father on the mainland. The Kitchen Keep sits on its own island. It lies further out from the mainland than the Bloody Keep. The Sea Tower rises from the outermost stack, which is sheer and crooked. It is the oldest part of the castle, round and tall. The base of the tower is white from centuries of salt spray, the upper stories are green with lichen, and the top is black with soot from nightfires. To get to the Sea Tower, one must cross three bridges, the last of which is made of rope. The tower's door is moldy grey wood with rusted iron studs. Twisting stairs lead to the damp and drafty solar of Lord Greyjoy, which is warmed by a brazier. The kraken banner of House Greyjoy flies from an iron mast above the Sea Tower. Current Lord:Asha Greyjoy, Lady Reaper of Pyke, Lady of the Iron Islands Greyjoy Domains:
Pyke (Wealthy) Yearly Budget:15,000 Golden Dragons Greyjoy Focuses:N/A Pyke Manpower:5,000 men House Greyjoy Biography:Link
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 5, 2020 10:19:13 GMT -5
A raven arrives from Harrenhal, sealed with the crowned stag.
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Post by Politburo Barry on Jul 5, 2020 11:31:35 GMT -5
Shortly after the Kingsmoot had ended in Asha's victory and reclamation of Pyke, Tristifer Botley comes to seek her out.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jul 5, 2020 17:03:08 GMT -5
Asha was found in the solar of her late father, in the Sea Tower. The light breeze filled the room with the salty smell of the sea, and the sun shone in through the balcony. The young Lady Reaper of Pyke sat in her chair, playing with her dirk while reading the message from Stannis Baratheon. She frowned at the words, trying to will it away. Alas, it was for naught. She looked up as Botley was led in.
"As soon as one challenge is dealt with, another one appears. Stannis the Iron Prick calls us to war, as expected. I promised the islands peace, but now we're going back to fight and reave along the Reach coast. Do we still control the Shields and the Arbor? I don't even know anymore."
She sighed as she leapt out of her seat and went over to a map of the Isles and the Seven Kingdoms, spread out on a big table.
"When we left the Iron Islands, my uncle commanded 20,000 men and 400 longships, the full might of our people. Do you know what remains after the Battle of Oldtown? Less than 8,000 men, 50 war galleys and 200 longships. We've lost half our fighting strength, and for what? A madman's ramblings of world domination?"
She had dreamed of the day when she would sit on the Seastone Chair in her own right, to rule as the first Queen of the Iron Islands. The current scenario seemed like a nightmare. She prayed that Goodbrother or the other lords would not stir things up in the meantime. At least she had the Harlaws on her side.
"Anyway Tris, was there something you wanted? That reminds me, I need to reinstate you as Lord of Lordsport and right all the wrongs that my uncle was up to while we were in exile."
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Post by Politburo Barry on Jul 5, 2020 21:19:58 GMT -5
"This could all have been avoided," Tristifer began bitterly, one fist clenched in shared frustration. "I remember the first Kingsmoot was just about ready to accept you, when Crow's Eye showed up and took them by storm. And sailed them into a storm. I know there's no use imagining what could've been, especially not now of all times..." He crossed his arms, seeming pensive now. "But I can't help but think about how everything would've turned out if only they didn't listen to his mad song." There'd be no need for that farcical journey to the North in the first place, for starters, and thousands of Ironborn would still be alive to fight, feast and fuck today. They may not even have had to follow Stannis to war.
"I don't know what Stannis expects us to do with that little strength, honestly." If Euron couldn't take Oldtown with more than twice the number of men Asha said they had now, Tris figured it'd be suicide for them to try again. Highgarden was an equally bad prospect, if not already inaccessible - the Shields might well have already been retaken by the Reach while they were still sailing to the Kingsmoot, for all he knew. "Raid some villages along the shores of the Reach and Dorne, maybe? Whichever ones Euron hasn't already picked over, anyway. But it'd hardly accomplish anything except leaving some smallfolk dead and others without their harvest. We'd be a bee, trying to sting a leviathan - isn't the Reach alone as powerful as the North and Riverlands combined, or something like that?" Highgarden hardly needed to expend its full might to thrash a force of 8,000. And truthfully, he didn't think he had the heart to attack defenseless smallfolk anyway, at least not for absolutely no strategic gain or big-picture purpose.
"Yes, actually." Botley started sweating and turning red when asked if there was something he wanted, and lightly tugged at his shirt's collar to prevent himself from overheating. "I'm thankful, of course, and will lead Lordsport's ships and troops - whatever my uncle hasn't gotten sunk to the bottom of the sea in the Crow's Eye's service - under your command, no matter where you go or how bad the odds facing us might become. But that was just half of why I came here." He swallowed. "You uh, remember what I was saying back in that inn at Winterfell? Because I'll be honest, Asha - or Lady Greyjoy, if you'd prefer - " Despite his nerves, he managed a shadow of a teasing smirk, " - I was too drunk to remember more than half of it, and you haven't told me what I did the day before when I was piss drunk. But I recall two things: first, that I made a losing bet on Fingers, and second, that I may have made a marriage proposal of some kind."
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Post by oznerol on Jul 6, 2020 3:05:29 GMT -5
Rodrik arrives to Pyke, his ploy to turn over Half-Hoare had been successful, albeit Hotho had been enraged for him using his daughter to gain over such a man, that the humpback Harlaw considered little more than a baseborn man, half-Hoare or not. But, he had to comply, as Rodrik was Harlaw of Harlaw and every man of the lineage had to follow his commands; also, Rodrik suggested his cousin to be more adventurous in bed and sire a boy if he could, thing that Hotho took to heart.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jul 6, 2020 15:10:47 GMT -5
"This could all have been avoided," Tristifer began bitterly, one fist clenched in shared frustration. "I remember the first Kingsmoot was just about ready to accept you, when Crow's Eye showed up and took them by storm. And sailed them into a storm. I know there's no use imagining what could've been, especially not now of all times..." He crossed his arms, seeming pensive now. "But I can't help but think about how everything would've turned out if only they didn't listen to his mad song." There'd be no need for that farcical journey to the North in the first place, for starters, and thousands of Ironborn would still be alive to fight, feast and fuck today. They may not even have had to follow Stannis to war. "I don't know what Stannis expects us to do with that little strength, honestly." If Euron couldn't take Oldtown with more than twice the number of men Asha said they had now, Tris figured it'd be suicide for them to try again. Highgarden was an equally bad prospect, if not already inaccessible - the Shields might well have already been retaken by the Reach while they were still sailing to the Kingsmoot, for all he knew. "Raid some villages along the shores of the Reach and Dorne, maybe? Whichever ones Euron hasn't already picked over, anyway. But it'd hardly accomplish anything except leaving some smallfolk dead and others without their harvest. We'd be a bee, trying to sting a leviathan - isn't the Reach alone as powerful as the North and Riverlands combined, or something like that?" Highgarden hardly needed to expend its full might to thrash a force of 8,000. And truthfully, he didn't think he had the heart to attack defenseless smallfolk anyway, at least not for absolutely no strategic gain or big-picture purpose. "Yes, actually." Botley started sweating and turning red when asked if there was something he wanted, and lightly tugged at his shirt's collar to prevent himself from overheating. "I'm thankful, of course, and will lead Lordsport's ships and troops - whatever my uncle hasn't gotten sunk to the bottom of the sea in the Crow's Eye's service - under your command, no matter where you go or how bad the odds facing us might become. But that was just half of why I came here." He swallowed. "You uh, remember what I was saying back in that inn at Winterfell? Because I'll be honest, Asha - or Lady Greyjoy, if you'd prefer - " Despite his nerves, he managed a shadow of a teasing smirk, " - I was too drunk to remember more than half of it, and you haven't told me what I did the day before when I was piss drunk. But I recall two things: first, that I made a losing bet on Fingers, and second, that I may have made a marriage proposal of some kind."
Asha gave Tris an amused smirk.
"Oh I do remember that quite clearly, Tris. To be honest, I had hoped you'd forget, because this foolish cat-and-mouse game has been going on for too long. Time and again I spurn your advances, and you always come back. By the Drowned God's many mermaids, Tris, when are you going to grow up? We're not kids anymore, I'm the Lady Reaper of Pyke, and you're the Lord of Lordsport! If we want to keep those titles, we need allies through marriage. I barely won the kingsmoot, and the Goodbrother still has a lot of supporters. I may have to settle for one of his sons to unite the isles, or even a son of some powerful greenlander... and so should you, honestly."
She threw her arms up in the air, as if admitting defeat. She needed to end this madness once and for all."For God's sake Tris, we'd be miserable together. I don't feel the same way you feel about me, and you need to accept that. Find a young and pretty rock wife who would actually appreciate you. Fuck it, even Hagen's daughter would treat you better than I would."
Rodrik arrives to Pyke, his ploy to turn over Half-Hoare had been successful, albeit Hotho had been enraged for him using his daughter to gain over such a man, that the humpback Harlaw considered little more than a baseborn man, half-Hoare or not. But, he had to comply, as Rodrik was Harlaw of Harlaw and every man of the lineage had to follow his commands; also, Rodrik suggested his cousin to be more adventurous in bed and sire a boy if he could, thing that Hotho took to heart.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 6, 2020 15:27:07 GMT -5
Rodrik arrives to Pyke, his ploy to turn over Half-Hoare had been successful, albeit Hotho had been enraged for him using his daughter to gain over such a man, that the humpback Harlaw considered little more than a baseborn man, half-Hoare or not. But, he had to comply, as Rodrik was Harlaw of Harlaw and every man of the lineage had to follow his commands; also, Rodrik suggested his cousin to be more adventurous in bed and sire a boy if he could, thing that Hotho took to heart.
He landed nimbly, a cloak wavering in his shoulders, fur-lined, for the chill had settled on the isles, Winter progressing swiftly through every one of them. "Well, I had to do something and I won't let myself be outmanouvered by none other than Goodbrother, whose only forte has always been fathering children and little else"
Rodrik said, snorting. "Lanny has health, but her brains are still rather addled, I'm afraid her memory is beyond my reach to recover, despite her body isn't ailing anymore. She's of good stock, though, as strong. Gwynnie doesn't tire of reminding her that Ten Towers should be hers and not mine"He added. The reins of a horse were handed to Rodrik, who mounted and followed his niece to her new seat. "I haven't heard much, there's no real issue now that you're crowned and installed in your seat and all your competition is all but gone -Crow's Eye meeting his end at Tyrell's blade-, besides Victarion, who might have died on his way to the Bay of Slaves... and... what about my sister's son, Theon, where is your brother?"
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Post by Politburo Barry on Jul 6, 2020 21:17:27 GMT -5
"Well, at least we'll be working together with the current Lord of Casterly Rock, apparently. It seems the Lannisters are on our side now. I've no idea how that happened, but the fewer Ironborn have to die for a foreign war, the better. If Stannis loses, we can just give our oaths to the Targaryens and then ignore the rest of the Seven Kingdoms, like we've always done. Or not, we can't ignore the bloody obvious that the Iron Islands is by far the weakest region in Westeros. My grandfather, Quellon, had the right idea of dragging these barren rocks out of the 1,000-year-old mud they've been stuck in. But we'll deal with that once the war is done."
Asha gave Tris an amused smirk.
"Oh I do remember that quite clearly, Tris. To be honest, I had hoped you'd forget, because this foolish cat-and-mouse game has been going on for too long. Time and again I spurn your advances, and you always come back. By the Drowned God's many mermaids, Tris, when are you going to grow up? We're not kids anymore, I'm the Lady Reaper of Pyke, and you're the Lord of Lordsport! If we want to keep those titles, we need allies through marriage. I barely won the kingsmoot, and the Goodbrother still has a lot of supporters. I may have to settle for one of his sons to unite the isles, or even a son of some powerful greenlander... and so should you, honestly."
She threw her arms up in the air, as if admitting defeat. She needed to end this madness once and for all."For God's sake Tris, we'd be miserable together. I don't feel the same way you feel about me, and you need to accept that. Find a young and pretty rock wife who would actually appreciate you. Fuck it, even Hagen's daughter would treat you better than I would."
Asha's latest rejection made Botley deflate, but only slightly, as usual. "By the Drowned God, Asha, I know full well we're not kids anymore. A child would've given up when you threatened his cock for trying to hug you, and chased down Hagen's daughter when you told him to." Tris didn't quite know whether to be cross or smirk at the memory of one of his many failed attempts to woo the Lady Greyjoy, back when they still held Deepwood Motte. "I thought Lordsport would make for a faithful and strong ally to Pyke. But even more than that, just as I see you as more than the girl I played in the mud with - as a mighty warrior who must've given Stannis and the men of the Hill Clans pause, and Lady of Pyke - I wish you wouldn't see me as a child, but a grown man in my own right." Botley had hoped that fighting by Asha's side through thick and thin, through the Kingsmoot and the disaster in the Deepwood and the Battle on the Ice alike, would get her to recognize that he too was no longer the meek boy he'd once been. Clearly his hopes had been frustrated, also as usual. If all that had failed, he wondered how else to finally gain her esteem - and then stumbled on what he believed to be the next best way to get it done. "As you said, there's still much to do of greater import than planning a wedding. As one of your champions from the Kingsmoot, Lord of Lordsport and your friend, I ask that you send me to wherever you believe the greatest need lies." Botley sighed through his nose, but his eyes and voice were both full of determination. "Goodbrother remains reticent? Very well, send me to Great Wyk. I shan't return until I've gotten his oath, his ships and his swords for you. You say the Rock has joined us in Stannis' camp? I'll bet a pretty silver that that didn't happen by the sword, else we'd have heard of it, and that I can repeat that diplomatic success for you." Minus a marriage involving Asha, of course. Tris would sooner eat his own boots than accede to that, and decided he'd have to figure out alternatives to counter-offer if Goodbrother demanded such. "Alternatively, if you feel the battlefield is a higher priority than getting Goodbrother off his arse: I request that you place me in command of the van, whenever and wherever we should land to do battle with Stannis' enemies, or else the foremost detachments of the fleet should you decide we'd better stick to the seas. You know I'm no stranger to battle now, and swear on my life that you can depend on me to see the men through to victory." The young lord folded his arms and smiled slightly. "I'd say 'victory or death', but I also swear on my life not to disappoint you, and I'd like to think my death would do just that - even as, if nothing else, a friend."
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Post by Royal Joker on Jul 7, 2020 13:22:10 GMT -5
He landed nimbly, a cloak wavering in his shoulders, fur-lined, for the chill had settled on the isles, Winter progressing swiftly through every one of them. "Well, I had to do something and I won't let myself be outmanouvered by none other than Goodbrother, whose only forte has always been fathering children and little else"
Rodrik said, snorting. "Lanny has health, but her brains are still rather addled, I'm afraid her memory is beyond my reach to recover, despite her body isn't ailing anymore. She's of good stock, though, as strong. Gwynnie doesn't tire of reminding her that Ten Towers should be hers and not mine"He added. The reins of a horse were handed to Rodrik, who mounted and followed his niece to her new seat. "I haven't heard much, there's no real issue now that you're crowned and installed in your seat and all your competition is all but gone -Crow's Eye meeting his end at Tyrell's blade-, besides Victarion, who might have died on his way to the Bay of Slaves... and... what about my sister's son, Theon, where is your brother?"
She was glad for Theon's sake, but also sad. It was almost unimaginable what horrible fate he had suffered at the hands of the Bastard of Bolton. Asha's latest rejection made Botley deflate, but only slightly, as usual. "By the Drowned God, Asha, I know full well we're not kids anymore. A child would've given up when you threatened his cock for trying to hug you, and chased down Hagen's daughter when you told him to." Tris didn't quite know whether to be cross or smirk at the memory of one of his many failed attempts to woo the Lady Greyjoy, back when they still held Deepwood Motte. "I thought Lordsport would make for a faithful and strong ally to Pyke. But even more than that, just as I see you as more than the girl I played in the mud with - as a mighty warrior who must've given Stannis and the men of the Hill Clans pause, and Lady of Pyke - I wish you wouldn't see me as a child, but a grown man in my own right." Botley had hoped that fighting by Asha's side through thick and thin, through the Kingsmoot and the disaster in the Deepwood and the Battle on the Ice alike, would get her to recognize that he too was no longer the meek boy he'd once been. Clearly his hopes had been frustrated, also as usual. If all that had failed, he wondered how else to finally gain her esteem - and then stumbled on what he believed to be the next best way to get it done. "As you said, there's still much to do of greater import than planning a wedding. As one of your champions from the Kingsmoot, Lord of Lordsport and your friend, I ask that you send me to wherever you believe the greatest need lies." Botley sighed through his nose, but his eyes and voice were both full of determination. "Goodbrother remains reticent? Very well, send me to Great Wyk. I shan't return until I've gotten his oath, his ships and his swords for you. You say the Rock has joined us in Stannis' camp? I'll bet a pretty silver that that didn't happen by the sword, else we'd have heard of it, and that I can repeat that diplomatic success for you." Minus a marriage involving Asha, of course. Tris would sooner eat his own boots than accede to that, and decided he'd have to figure out alternatives to counter-offer if Goodbrother demanded such. "Alternatively, if you feel the battlefield is a higher priority than getting Goodbrother off his arse: I request that you place me in command of the van, whenever and wherever we should land to do battle with Stannis' enemies, or else the foremost detachments of the fleet should you decide we'd better stick to the seas. You know I'm no stranger to battle now, and swear on my life that you can depend on me to see the men through to victory." The young lord folded his arms and smiled slightly. "I'd say 'victory or death', but I also swear on my life not to disappoint you, and I'd like to think my death would do just that - even as, if nothing else, a friend."" Asha grabbed an object from the table and threw it to Botley. It was a pin in gold, formed into the shape of a kraken."You want to prove yourself? I'm hereby naming you the Lord Captain of the Iron Fleet, my sword aimed at our enemies. You are to take 5,000 men and 200 longships to support our Lannister 'allies' in the south. You will have the authority of the Seastone Chair behind you, so if anyone tries to ignore your commands, you have my permission to throw them overboard with rocks tied to their legs. I'll remain here at home to deal with diplomacy and try to make sure that the bloody isles don't rupture into full rebellion. There's no one else I would trust with this, Tris. My brothers and uncles are dead or missing, and half the Islands hate me. We brave few who ventured out together, my Harlaw relatives, you are the only ones I can truly rely on now."
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Post by Politburo Barry on Jul 7, 2020 22:50:40 GMT -5
"I understand." Tris affirmed with a nod, grasping the pin with one hand and forming it into a fist over his breast. "I'll sail for Lannisport at daybreak and meet these new Lannister allies of ours, so we can iron out a strategy to coordinate our forces while Stannis and the Vale are off fighting in the east. I hope you're not sending me off just to get rid of me, by the by..." He jested, grinning. "As I said before, I won't disappoint you, Asha. I swear it on my life. Farewell, for now."
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Post by oznerol on Jul 8, 2020 12:44:06 GMT -5
He landed nimbly, a cloak wavering in his shoulders, fur-lined, for the chill had settled on the isles, Winter progressing swiftly through every one of them. "Well, I had to do something and I won't let myself be outmanouvered by none other than Goodbrother, whose only forte has always been fathering children and little else"
Rodrik said, snorting. "Lanny has health, but her brains are still rather addled, I'm afraid her memory is beyond my reach to recover, despite her body isn't ailing anymore. She's of good stock, though, as strong. Gwynnie doesn't tire of reminding her that Ten Towers should be hers and not mine"He added. The reins of a horse were handed to Rodrik, who mounted and followed his niece to her new seat. "I haven't heard much, there's no real issue now that you're crowned and installed in your seat and all your competition is all but gone -Crow's Eye meeting his end at Tyrell's blade-, besides Victarion, who might have died on his way to the Bay of Slaves... and... what about my sister's son, Theon, where is your brother?"
She was glad for Theon's sake, but also sad. It was almost unimaginable what horrible fate he had suffered at the hands of the Bastard of Bolton. Said Rodrik, grieved by his sister-son's fate. "Victarion might be very well alive, I've known him for decades now, he might not be bright but he isn't easy to kill, least so when driven and determined. He won't yield"Reader takes a seat by the fireplace. "You know I wouldn't ask you this another time, but, are you planning to get wed?"
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Post by Royal Joker on Jul 11, 2020 12:27:35 GMT -5
"I cannot fathom the gravity of such punishment, I'm not a man to stomach such things. That bastard better be burning in one of the many hills"Said Rodrik, grieved by his sister-son's fate. "Victarion might be very well alive, I've known him for decades now, he might not be bright but he isn't easy to kill, least so when driven and determined. He won't yield"Reader takes a seat by the fireplace. "You know I wouldn't ask you this another time, but, are you planning to get wed?"
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Post by oznerol on Jul 12, 2020 3:13:01 GMT -5
"I cannot fathom the gravity of such punishment, I'm not a man to stomach such things. That bastard better be burning in one of the many hills"Said Rodrik, grieved by his sister-son's fate. "Victarion might be very well alive, I've known him for decades now, he might not be bright but he isn't easy to kill, least so when driven and determined. He won't yield"Reader takes a seat by the fireplace. "You know I wouldn't ask you this another time, but, are you planning to get wed?" Said Rodrik. "I would counsel against marrying Goodbrother, there's no gain from such an union, save making him feel entitled to lord over you as your father-in-law. If he wants to stir trouble, let him do it, he can hardly do anything now that you're sitting on your father's chair. And he alone would be easily crushed and thrown over board to feed the fishes"He pointed out. "The Greenlands have not so many men of note that are left unmarried. Yes, maybe Lord Jason's son at Seagard, the widowed trout or the juveline Lannister at the Rock, but you have to think what do you truly would get from such and union and how dangerous it would be. They'd rather still have you married to Ironmaker than to a lord from the greenlands, specially if you're to father a heir"
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Post by Royal Joker on Jul 13, 2020 15:43:51 GMT -5
"Tris is a good man, he would make a good husband, if you were to take him"Said Rodrik. "I would counsel against marrying Goodbrother, there's no gain from such an union, save making him feel entitled to lord over you as your father-in-law. If he wants to stir trouble, let him do it, he can hardly do anything now that you're sitting on your father's chair. And he alone would be easily crushed and thrown over board to feed the fishes"He pointed out. "The Greenlands have not so many men of note that are left unmarried. Yes, maybe Lord Jason's son at Seagard, the widowed trout or the juveline Lannister at the Rock, but you have to think what do you truly would get from such and union and how dangerous it would be. They'd rather still have you married to Ironmaker than to a lord from the greenlands, specially if you're to father a heir"
By the Drowned God, the very thought of marriage made her want to jump off a high cliff. Yet she was not dumb enough to think she could get away with it for too long. If Stannis won, sooner or later he would come knocking on her door, demanding she marry a man of his choosing. If she had to make a choice, Asha preferred it be on her own terms. "Sooner or later we'll have to look to the future, beyond the war. Uncle, you are a learned man and respected among our people. I want to leave these isles better than I found them, to catch up to the other Seven Kingdoms. The Old Way is a dream of an violent age long gone, and my father was a fool to think that we could restore the past. We must forge ahead on a New Way, which Quellon Greyjoy tried before. Will you aid me, uncle?"
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