[center][h3][color=9e0b0f]Prince Tywin Crakehall -  less than a fortnight from Harrenhal[/color][/h3][/center]

It had been several days and quite a bit of marching since Linus had joined Tywin's force. He had parted ways with Lady Yronwood, and now rode with Tywin at all times, Tywin wanted him near at hand. He found Linus an extraordinary man, and was very quickly learning the benefits of worshipping the one true god, though he was still unconvinced, he was more pious than his father and was not so easily swayed from the faith f the seven.

Now, Tywin and his 2,000 strong force were less than a Fortnight from Harrenhal, and Tywin had been hiding something from Linus... he only grew more anxious as they neared their destination. As of now thw army had stopped to rest and allow it horses to drink and eat and re uperate from the long riding. Tywin was further down the road, sitting with several of the lords sons and conversing... Linus was not with them as Tywin had seemingly begun avoiding the priest

The riding hadn't been a problem for Linus, his stamina on a Horse apparent even as he was able to get off of his loving mount every knight without sores. Normally one had a bit of roughers skin from the such but that wasn't the truth for Linus as Tywin may have found out. He had sensed the young Princes hesitation a few times now and the thought make him smile sadly. Tywin has such potential, perhaps a real service to see the might of the Lord of Light would finally sway him, but he'd have to convince him to let one of his men be sacrificed. His fires had been flaring each night and more and more of the men were listening as he chanted his prayers. The night before he had actually glimpsed Tywin with a sort of darkness around him and he found that it made him quite conscious of the fact that Tywin's nights were full of darkness and terror.

Linus thought of these things as he stared at the Prince and his men. For now he would continue to just be a presence. Though if the Prince ignored him tonight he would take things into his own hands, for the Lord of Light is a jealous god. A powerful one, but jealous. He glanced to the left and saw a squire running with a sword towards his knight no doubt and Linus felt himself smirking, following behind the boy until they reached said Knight. "The Lord of Light Greats you, you've come to my fires every night, yet never stayed. I've come to ask you to pledge your loyalty to your new god." He looked to the squire, and smiled. 

Tywin watched as Linus followed the young squire, before sighing, and telling his friends he had Prince's work to do, and made his way to the Red Priest. He reached him only after he appeared to be finished speking with the young lad, and Tywin cleared his throat to get his attention. [color=00aeef]"Linus... I um...I need to speak with you about... I require your counsel."[/color], he then lead the young red priest through the woods to a small strream.

Once they arrived, Tywin began to pace, no longer sure what to say. After about two minutes of nervous pacing, he finally approached Linus, [color=00aeef]"L-linus there's... something we need to talk about... about ehm... us."[/color], he gulped loudly, [color=00aeef]"I... my father had another... reason for sending me to Harrenhal. He... King Tyget has ordered me to... woo one of Jullon Tullys daughters and marry them."[/color], his piece said, He sighed and sat on the ground in front of Linus, putting his head in his hands much like his father did, before looking up at Linus, [color=00aeef]"What do I do Linus? I already lost Robert and... I can't..."[/color], he couldn't seem to be able to say much more.

Linus held the young Knight's gaze for a few more minutes winking and then turning to the Prince and nodding. "Of course my Prince, my Counsel is always at your disposal." He gave him a glance over and smirked playfully at how attractive he was and payed even closer attention as he walked off, Linus following behind lazily. As they arrived at the stream Linus closed his eyes listening to the water trickle and he almost knew what Tywin was going to say, having guessed from different conversations and letters. Tyget Crakehall however would find the Red God, and whom and what his son married wouldn't matter in the long run, however. When Dorne found out that the Daughter that was in talks to marry to Doran or Oberyn is now heading to Winterfell... Tywin may find himself in greater need. Dorne had long ago ignored whom married whom, and Dorne's line of succession was clear, an adopted child from any of the other noble families would be suitable should such a match occur. As Linus stated before, all people are worthy in the Red God's eyes. 

Linus watched the Prince pace and his eyes were full of laughter and mischief as he spoke with that horribly cute slight stutter he seemed to have around the Red Priest. Linus loved it, and actually wished he talked like that all the time, though he would be a poor Lord if he did. His answer was quite clear. "Than whoo her, though having taken the Lord of Light will no doubt turn her away, your father understands now, a servant of R'llor has already swung your father into the Lord of Light's embrace lovingly. His fire now burns brightly. I have seen you Tywin, son of Tyget in my fires, and what I see is good." He smiled seductively and gently massaged Tywin's shoulders nibbling gently on his neck. "You don't have to ever worry about losing me. Where you go, I will follow until the Lord of Light calls me to another task. For now my task is your faith, and your advancement." He smirked again and kissed him lightly, pushing his hands out of the way. "Let the Lord of Light handle your worries, and myself. You just enjoy life and don't do anything stupid without consulting me." He raised an eyebrow as if to ask if he understood.

Tywin could not resist the young priest... he was so... convincing. As his head was pulled from his hands and Linus teased him, the Priests words did their work, Tywin turned to putty in his hands. Words that Tyget had forced upon him, 'Woo the Tully girl', he found repulsive, but when they were ushered from the lips of his red priest they became reasonable, favourable even. He bit his lip as the red priest worked, before stopping and raising his eyebrow. Tywin pouted a bit at the stop, but realized this was neither the place nor the time for such things, and he looked Linus in the eyes, his fears now gone, [color=00aeef]"... Your... your right Linus. I'll do what I must and... I suppose the Lord of Light will guide me, as he apparently does my father."[/color], he stood quickly brushing himself off, he looked around, and seeing no one, quickly kissed Linus's lips, before pulling away and clearing his throat, [color=00aeef]"We-we should return... the men will be ready to leave shortly... and I am looking forward to your ceremony tonight Linus."[/color], He smiled, and began his walk back to the stopped army.

Linus smiled softly at the Crakehall Prince and nods as he was kissed. "He will guide you, and I will show you tonight. The young Knight's squire from earlier has decided to sacrifice himself to show you and your men the true power of the The Lord of Light." He followed Tywin back to base moving somewhat slowly taking in the sights and sounds around him and even pausing to sniff the air a few times. He was his normal eccentric self and he even picked a weed sniffing it heavily and then putting it into Tywin's hair. And giggling. 

The march resumed, and it was not long before it was dark. Linus had said... it was going to be interesting to say the least... what would the lords think? Slowly though Linus had been winning them and their sons over... He imagined there would be no upset, the boy was only a squire. He sat with the rest, waiting for Linus to begin this... ceremony.

Linus had spent the entire rest of the day with the young squire and became to know him quite well. He talked and was happy he had found such a willing sacrifice to the Lord of Light. Linus prepared him for the sesation of burning and instructed him to when he screamed ensure that it was loud and proud. The Lord's would witness the power of the Red God, would see how powerful and potent he could be. As night fell and the massive bonfire was lit Linus led out the young squire, nakes but for his red robe that was tinged with black signifying him as an acolyte of the Lord of Light. Linus led him to the fire and smiled at those assembled. "Lords! Tonight, we sacrifice Tyler and give you a example of what the Lord of Light can do to true servants." He paused and with a single arm shoved Tyler into the fire, the boy falling out of his robes and the tar on his body instantly catching him on fire. He screamed high pitched and terrible and from the fire came a deep booming voice as well as it laughed. 

Linus fell to his knees but a massive smile adorned his face as Tyler continued to burn and scream. Until finally he fell silent and fell limp to the ground. The voice deep and smoky, mysterious and silky almost like smoke itself cotninued. And each Lord would feel ancient power around them intoxicating their senses... Linus would began chanting his prayers and the aura would increase....

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Tyget had been awaiting Lady Yronwood's arrival for a good time now, and he was now before the gate's of Crakehall castle, ready to receive her. His Kingsguard, Ser Falwell and Ser Lorch, flanked him and no less than 30 Crakehall soldiers lined the road to the gate itself. Tyget was in a luxurious dark brown tunic, a thick gold sash ran over his shoulder and wrapped underneath his other arm, his hands had many rings, and [i]Widow's Wail[/i] was at his hip, where it always was. He intended to recieve Lady yronwood the way a King should recieve his guests, in person.

Lady Elise Yronwood rode elegantly towards the gate her retinue before you in full honor gear. The Dorne men carried themselves with a sort of savage air with pointed hats like a half sun on their helms (Think of Japanese Samurai.) They carried Katana's and heavy bows on their backs and Lady Yronwood herself was clad in a much darker style of more padded armor instead of the heavy leather/mail. She had a dagger on her hid, and Katana on her hip and her face was steel, apparent that she while a woman and while a woman aged could still defend herself just fine. She dismounted as they approached the gate and took in the greeting before her bowing her head politely and respectfully. "His Grace King Tyget, we of Dorne greet you in the name of the Lord of Light and Princess Eleina."

Tyget watched as the strangely armored Dornishmen approached the gate, cutting quite the savage picture as they rode to stand before him, Lady Yronwood dismounting and  bowing, respectfully calling him by his title, Tyget greeted her in the way a King should, and held out his hand for hers, [color=a187be]"Lady Yronwood, welcome to Crakehall castle, I do hope your journey was uneventful, the roads are becoming dangerous aafter all... won't be long before war  has begun in earnest."[/color], he kissed her hand, as was customary for highborn ladys, before ofering his arm, [color=a187be]"But enough of that, it may be no Casterly Rock, but Crakehal Castle has become quite the castle, and I do feel as though our business can be held whilst I show you about the grounds."[/color], as she took his arm, which Tyget knew she would, he would lead her into te castle, as his men took care of her horse and men. The Kingsguard allowed an apropriate amount of distance to be gained from their liege before moving to follow at a distance behind, giving the Lady and King air to breath... and room to speak. Tyget walked Lady Yronwood through the grounds, the well kept courtyard and grand hall, before he would begin any real talk on her business there, [color=a187be]"I see your guards, though no Red Priest, an unfourtanate accident on the road?"[/color]

Lady Yronwod walked along with the King without any trouble, her arm safely tucked in his as he escorted her through the gardens and grounds. Her guards had of course proved quite easy going about weapons and remvoed several daggers and poison vials from different pockets. All together her four guards had 4 katana's, 4 shoto's, 20 daggers, and 12 different vials of poison. As they were searched they smiled and nodded at the Crakehall men before finally handing them their bow. Elise however managed to keep her own katana and daggers would line her dress in different places. She just grinned as he fussed over her well being. "Yes, your Grace, the roads were quite easy traveled, no doubt because of your Army marching to King's Landing, which I hope doens't mean you intend to siege it..." She shrugged before continuing. "Then again, from what i've heard you'll have plenty of men after Leona is gone to the North." Her eyes flash slightly but her smile never falters. "As far as my priest Linus is concerned, perhaps you should ask your son, as he has taken up the Red Faith I do believe. Not many can resist Linus when he is truly trying to convert." Shr shrugged and looked around for Leona, to see if she could glimpse her at all. The number one priority was to see if the rumor had been true and if so, to report just how upset Dorne was. Eventually they wandered to Leona's lesson and Elise smiled and looked to Tyget. "Such a lovely young thing. It's the Children your Grace, they are all that we wish ourselves to be. They are what you hope will carry on you lineage. I'm curious your Grace, what prompted you to name your only son after a murderous, and cold man such as Tywin Lannister?" Her eyes seemed playful this time but she was weighing his answer quite heavily.

Tyget listened intently as Lady Yronwood spoke, knowing whatever she said would carry the weight of her queen. He was surprised at her knowledge of His daughters soon journey to the North, and raised an eyebrow at thhe comment, [color=a187be]"So you know hm? My wife must talk with her handmaidens to much. Oh well, I suppose the whole Kingdom will know soon enough. But yes, Lord Stark insists I send her North, in order to gain his support... [i]as if I've not done enough for that already...[/i]"[/color], this last part was mumbled by Tyget under his breath, but was said nonetheless. He was also surprised to hear his son had taken up with the Red God... of course he did not comment on this, it only meant his son would not fight him over it. As they came to the balcony, watching his daughter learn from maester Illyn he looked at Lady Yronwood, a ghost of a smile on his lips at her asking of his sons name, [color=a187be]"That's what they all remeber isn't it? His order of the murder of Elia Martell and her babes, no one remembers the man who saved the Westerlands, who was nearly as rich as I am, it's all about his most distasteful act... and his childrens incestuous tendencies. It simply shows that men are remembered far more for their greatest failures than their greatest victories. I named my son Tywin for the man who crushed house Rein, who made his house a name to respect and fear again, the man who showed a son could be far better than a father. I did not name my son for the monster he became... I could have name Robert, that man wanted every Targaryen in exsistence dead and burned. But no, my son is named for a Tywin who I could respect, not a child murderer. Besides, it gives my son room to grow, an enemy to fight. Lets him forge his own name, make a new history for it."[/color], Tyget smiled as he said this, for all his fighting with his son, he was the only one he had.

"Of course I know silly Tyget, I would be a poor diplomat to my Princess should I not keep my ear to the ground." She said it in a jestful manner to let him know she was not insulting him by not using the title and shrugs as his words. "Such a barbaric and friendless people the North, so cold... So, stiff. I wonder what Leona thinks?" She stopsand puts a hand to her mouth. "Forgive me, not my place but I do recall our Houses having a great friendship despite a few... Issues and it turns my heart to stone hearing of her having to spend her days in such a climate. But I suppose you do know best, Doran and Oberyn will be quite upset, they have taken to dueling each other over her now that they're grown." As he went into his spiel on Tywin Elise's mouth became strained and forced. "People remember slights much more than anything else your Grace, but that wasn't a slight, that was an insult and a slaughter of helpless babes. I assure you Dorne has -not- forgotten nor will it which is why we were so joyed when he heard of its dissolution. But I suppose you have points on the man Tywin could have been had he not betrayed the Throne, not that I was there, nor was I in the position he was in but in doing such an act you must to understand that a hatred of that man and his house grew like a vipers pit in anyone who lived in Dorne. I met your son and I have to say that he has great potential even with the name of the murdered you gave him. Understand in Dorne he will be scrutinized 100 times more than anyone else, should he ever visit. But i'm sure you're aware of that. I didn't come all this way however to scold you on names, he is Tywin and that is settled. I said my piece as any Dornish man or woman would say and i'm sure you and him will here it again." She smiled down at Leona and her expression softened once again. "Tyget, we're old friends. Do you truly plan to sell her to the North when the entire Palace waits on baited breath for when she comes to Dorne, the water gar
dens are so gorgeous at this time, she would love it so much. Instead of cold, stiff, and rainy why not offfer her warmth, and fun, and laughter with a sun that kisses as well as it burns." She frowns and knows she must get to real buisness and turns away reluctantly from the girl. "Princess Eleina has asked me to speak with you about this war you plan to fight with the Tyrells. It's bad buisness. Aery's is still alive Tyget, we all know it in Dorne and the rest of Westeros needs to know it. Instead of throwing yourself into battles with Houses that control the breadbasket of the continent instead think of the rewards given to you should you eradicate the Ironborn. I understand you think you need to sell Leona for that but the North will be fighting them anyway so they are already unwilling partners. Once Aery's is found and coronated you'll easily be Hand of the King and can begin a plot from within the small council with Dorne instead of through a sword. Words and marriages get the job done much easier than a spear, and bow as tempting as those choices are. Just look at the Stormlands, so ripe for the taking but... Patience can pay off." She trails off and turns back to Leona letting him think on her words.

Tyget watched his daughter as Lady Yronwood spoke, He had told her the truth of why he named his son Tywin, and she had seemed less than pleased, but that was fine, she would understand or she would not, Tyget would not let her goad him into being shamed by his sons name. At least her understood part of her purpose here, to convince him to send Leona to Dorn rather than the North. Her feigned politeness, the way she giggled and smiled, she had been trained well and played her strengths masterfully. He had to smile at hearing the young Princes dueled over his daughter, surprising as neither had ever seen her to his knowledge, though her description could start a fight he supposed, she held the beauty of his mother and many believed she would grow to be far more beautiful still. The raven haired young girl had no idea how lucky she was, [color=a187be]"Duel over her do they? I think Princess Leona has more favorable suitors than any Crakehall before her, a Princess of Dorn or a Lady of the North."[/color], he chuckled at his own poor comedy, it was funny in its own clumsy way, then Lady Yronwood began to speak of the coming war.
Eleise was right in a way, it would be easy to withdraw his forces now, call them back, crush the Ironborn utterly, and let Aerys inherit the throne... Aerys? He was alive? How could she... she knew of Leona's engagement... it was true. Tyget chewed this over in his mind as she continued to speak. His daughter came up again, and he supposed he would help Stark against the Iron born regardless and give him his blade... why give his daughter up so easily to him? He had much to ponder as he and Lady Yronwood watched his daughter, her dog had come to greet the girl and Maester, laying his head in her lap as she studied. He sighed and tore his gaze from her, gazing instead upon Eleise Yronwood, [color=a187be]"If Aery's is alive, then I suppose such would be possible... though why would he not choose his father's hand? Garland again? Why pick me, the man who claimed his throne? Though of course it would be easy to suggest I was simply securing it for his return... regardless of that, I have Dorn's promise of support? Or is that only if I give you my daughter?"[/color], he gestured to the girl below them, her hair glinting in the sun, [color=a187be]"Perhaps I will withdraw my forces... perhaps not. But, I know one thing for certain. I leave Kings Landing to the Tyrells, and neither of us get what we want. They will put my Great niece's on the throne, and neither I nor Aerys will ever sit there... most often I found that a sword works best, when used [i]with [/i] words, and marriages... of which, you propose to me. I have... a proposal of sorts then Eleise, should you choose to accept it."[/color], he paused a moment, looking at his daughter before speaking again, [color=a187be]"She does not leave for the North for another two fortnights. In that time, convince me that marrying her to Oberyn or Doran will fare me and my family better than giving her to the North."[/color], he gave her a smile, more playful than cruel,
[color=a187be]"If you can, then I will send her with you, after she has been prepared of course. After all, either way, she will need  to meet her future husband. Does this sound fair Eleise, old friend?"[/color], he awaited her answer.

Elise smirked and nodded a few times, she had always enjoyed her chats with Tyget, both when they were younger and now that they were old with children and a House behind them. Not many could match wits and words with her, a master diplomat but Tyget had always seemed to get exactly what she said, regardless of how careful she was with them. It was a game they enjoyed and she knew that he to knew that she was merely telling him of his son's name and how it was viewed in Dorne. She found the lad to be quite handsome and was supposed to be quite skilled with the sword. Both swords... She giggled to herself and watched Leona and smirked. "Indeed, the Scimitars never cease during training as they speak her name and seek to cast the other to the ground. It's quite cute to watch though of course should the Prince's hear me say such I would be better to run." She chuckled and shrugged her shoulders. "Well she's much better looking than you were at her age if I remember correctly and besides there seems to be a good number of heirs at her age." She paused as he shifted gears into the war talks and she almost snorted as he began to get in depth, though her eyes sent fire around for a brief moment. "Not if, he is alive. I can feel it, we spent so long in Dorne mourning the infant we thought was gone but we would be lying if we said we didn't hope and it's the same feeling Tyget. He's alive for now, and Tristam with him, the Sword of the Morning would never just disappear, you know that. Neither would Royce. As for the Handship, think about it. Garland has placed a pretender Targaryen, two in fact to sit in King's Landing ready to depose him and you, the Warden of the West rallied your banners to fight them off of the correct seat. Why, you eradicated a direct threat to the realm instead of flying to King's landing to play politics with those that would 'keep the realm warm.' And when you do arrive, you'll find Edrick or myself firmly planted on the Small council with reputati
on, power, and networks to help you take the Handship. Spymaster will need filling, and House Wyl is quite skilled at using the subtle arts, not to mention the many Mercenaries and Assassin's from Essos we receive in Sunspear. I would say we hold quite a bit of influence in Essos. And we will soon rule the Stormlands in all but name, the populace converting to the Red Faith like a wildfire. And if before Aerys returns Garland gets a bit thirsty for battle, so be it. 80,000 Dornish warriors, along with another 20-30,000 from the draft will hit them from the South while you keep them busy in the North. Should Eleina decide to throw the friendship they were 'cultivating' out." She giggled at the pun and continued. "We're in the best position to help you, the North doesn't care about the realm, doesn't care about politics in King's landing and it's obvious Dorne is in a much better position to help and support you. I don't have to work very hard at your challenge at all. In face I may take a nap." She grinned at him and waved her hand. "Actually, do give her to the Wolves, she will never be what she ought to be, a strong Lady of her own with the possibility of inheriting the throne should Lord of Light forbid it, the twins die. In Dorne she will be powerful instead of picking at her husbands feet for crumbs." 

Tyget smiled as Elise spoke, she truly was more than just a pretty face, clever and quick with her words, and intelligent with her arguements. At her comment about his looks at the age of his daughter Tyget frowned, [color=a187be]"Hardly a fair comparison Elise, she is better looking than I am now, and ever was."[/color], the bit of self deprication from a man who was called King was good, meant he was certainly no Joffrey. As she moved on to her arguement as to Aerys survival... she wasn't wrong. Dayne wasn't like Wilas, neither was Royce or Snow, they would have given their lives for Aerys or the King before running back to their families... not unlike his own Kingsguard. They would not simply leave without trace... and that meant Aerys was still alive, or that all the Kingsguard were dead, the former was surprisingly more likely. She was right, and luckily, it meant he could continue with much of his current course of action. He turned his eyes to her in surprise at hearing the size of Dorn's army... 80,000? Quite... useful, far more than the words Rickard would give him, which he may get regardless. She had done in mere moments what would take others the two fortnights he offered and more... he hated himself for agreeing that Leona had few prospects in the North compared to Dorn... though it was not only Leona he had to worry about. As she finished he looked Elise in the eyes, before sighing, 
[color=a187be]"You... have allways had a way with words Elise. However... my word is at stake now, for already have I told the Starks they would have my daughter. I break my word, and the North runs... though I could stall them, and they do need me to destroy the Iron born... you may tell Princess Elaine she will be recieving my daughter soon, and her sons may fight over her in her presence soon enough. As for the Kingdom,"[/color], he glanced about, ensuring none but his Kingsguard were near, before smiling and again looking into Elise's eyes, [color=a187be]"Should what you say be true, and Aerys truly is alive and well... then secure the throne for him I shall. My men will take Kings Landing, as they have intended to, and drive the Tyrells out. Then, until I am certain Aerys is alive and comes to take his throne, I will concede it to him, and tell him of the terrible plot the Tyrells have. They place his distant cousins on the throne... and keep his murderous father Daenys alive, they will give him no justice,"[/color], Tyget smiled at the fact he had that little tidbit,. guessing Elise hadn't known, [color=a187be]"And, in return, he will make me his hand. And, with the support of Dorn, perhaps I will become more."[/color], he shrugged, a coy look on his face, [color=a187be]"However, in order to be certain the Tyrells catch no wind of it, I will continue to refer to myslef as King, until the true one returns... does this satisfy you Elise? I do hope so, a daughter and a Kingdom seem like quite prize to have from one meeting."[/color]

Elise listened as he spoke and the smile playing on her lips got wider and wider as she nodded. She then stopped at the mention of King's Landing and inwardly groaned, why did men always seem to want to kill something. It was rather unbecoming of them sometimes. She moved to the subject bluntly as this wasn't some Lord she needed ot butter up, Tyget Crakehall was as old as old friends went and as such she just went out with it. "So, you will still spill blood instead of keep the true king's peace? I and Edrick will be in position to whisper this word to him and you can eliminate the true threat of the piracy of the Ironborn, and even tried to secure the North again to stable rule. If you attack King's Landing still then you only will continue the blood spilling that is needless. Tyrell won't attack without reason, he may skirmish but your forces will be better suited to be preapred in case we need them when Aery's returns. His fellow Targaryen's may think they have a better claim and the boy will need a place to turn. Enter yourself. You don't need to bloody your fists for nothing. Let King's Landing rot and the Tyrells dig themselves into a deeper hole. They will no doubt run to save the Stormlands. Otherwise we will overthrow it with their own citizens and that would be quite a sight. While they're busy you'll eradicate the Ironborn with the North and should they continue wishing for a daughter, they can go take their frosted dicks and cunts back to the weirdwood. The North is no place for Leona." 

He watched her smile disapear as ha resolved to take the capital, his own frown forming, but he understood that she believed this the only way and sighed, he needed Dorns support more than Kings landing itself and responded to her, [color=a187be]"The Tyrells will crown my Great nieces if I do not stop them... but very well. I shall send a Raven and order my men NOT to attempt to enter Kings landing. However, should Garland attempt to consolidate his men their, I will deny him entrance. If you allow a barb to grow from a weed, it only becomes harder to pluck out, but fine. I will not have Lord Lorch Siege Kings Landing. He will sit outside those gates and stop Garland from growing his power. I have enough men, and soon enough ships here already to crush the Ironborn, do not worry about them. I have been fighting and defeating pirates most of my life remember?"[/color]
At her... rather vulgar description of what  the Northmen should do if they desire Leona still Tyget could not help but laugh, his rasping laugh loud enough to be hear below, were Maester Illyn not scolding Leona on paying attention. Elise was one of the few people who could make Tyget smile when she was [i]taking[/i] something from him, maybe the only one. He smiled as he looked at his daughter below, knowing soon she would be in Dorn, and that the Martell boys would be willing to spill eachother's blood to claim her... he wasn't sure how much she would enjoy that but it hardly mattered. He looked back at Elise before speaking again, [color=a187be]"So they can Elise... so they can... tell me, how WILL it be decided which twin marries her? Surely both will be more than eager once they see her in person, will Princess Elaine decide?"[/color]

Elise smirked and shrugged. "Leona will choose and whomever she chooses will be the Prince, the other will be his right hand and will no doubt also rule. Much like how Eleina and Edrick split themselves between court and military. Doran has like his namesake a mind for politcs and will be one to watch... Even I will have to be on my guard with him, while Oberyn is a deadly boy even now with the bow, and his sword skills grow daily. She will have to choose where she wishes to plant herself. In court, or with the army, and of course which Twin is able to whoo her. They're both quite wild monkey's when they challenge each other. As far as looks however, i'm afraid she'll be hopeless there. Oberyn has a bit more muscle and definition but without speaking weirdly Tyget, they're both gorgeous. A mix of Stoney and Salty Dornish, with almost every flaw of each washed away. I must say if either of them had been around when I was a girl perhaps I wouldn't have ran after you in court hm?" She smirked again and shrugged. "Now... Where did we stop, oh yes. King's Landing, so long as blood isn't spilt I believe that will work. Edrick has been keeping me informed but he didn't mention Daeny's was in his custody. Thank you for that piece, you know how much I love information. In face, the more I think of that Spymaster position the more I really would enjoy it. As Littlefinger said, knowledge is power." She nodded her head and watched Leona with a large smile on her face, she was going to love Dorne. 
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Lord Joramy Lorch sat in the command tent, pouring over the maps of Kings Landing. Outside trenches were being dug, towers and other fortifications built as the men prepared for a siege... but the recent news of 12,000 or so Reachmen marching towards Kings Landing was a bit distressing. Joramy found it... odd though. Supposedly Garland Tyrell rode with them, but even if the forces in Kings Landing charged out, The Westermen still far outnumbered them... it seemed a huge risk for the Young Rose to take... and Joramy suddenly realized why. Garland was going to use some of those men as a Diversion. He wouldn't risk his own life, no he wanted to get inside Kings Landing... Lorch smiled, he was going to give Garland one hell of a surprise.