"Your grace, may I have the honour of presenting my brother Vaekar, my sister Vaenys and myself, Aerion of house Haedaryen." But you probably don't remember that name, you backstabbing whore.
"It's my honour to meet another Valyrian family so far away from Volantis. Didn't house Haedaryen fight for aegon the conqueror during the conquest?"
"And the faith militant uprisings, my lady"
Smarter than you look, but not immortal.
"Why are you here, Aerion?"
"My family swore an oath to yours, my lady. Oaths are not to be taken lightly. We have come to continue our service to you, and offer the vast sums of money owned by our house"
In the worst case, the faceless men will have those coins. When we leave, the dragons will be dead, and we'll take the hatchlings.
"Your family was also executed by Aegon the second year reinforce his poisition and kill any remaining blacks after the Dance of the Dragons. By all accounts, the survivors had a narrow escape. If I were in your position, I would want revenge"
You're a smart bastard, Mormont. You'll have to die before we're done.
"Such are the fortunes of war, ser. If we weren't in our position at the time, Harrenhal would have fallen. We were a regrettable, but necessary sacrifice. Besides, our family is prestigious once more, so we have no reason to worry."
Not that you believe that. No matter, you'll die soon enough.
"You said you had vast sums of money at your disposal, Aerion. How much is there? "
"Enough for roughly five sellsword companies, including the company of the cat, my lady. There will be enough left over for us to ensure continued investment in your armies as well. I must send a messenger to my father, telling him that the rumours of fire and blood are true."
"Of course. Go with my blessing, and return soon."
"As you command, my queen."
Maybe you are stupid after all. Just shows what fools your house is, and why you need to be destroyed. You are a rat, not a dragon.
Aerion signalled to his siblings, and marched out of the hall. They walked for a suitable distance, ignoring the poor and the beggars, winding through the streets until they arrived at the golden claw, which they had recently bought. Aerion sat down in his room, and looked at his brother and sister. "Mormont will die first. He suspects us. Vaenys, I need you to spy for us in court, whilst we find these sins of the harpy that everyone is scared of."
"Of course. I'll return here each day. What will you co, brother?"
"Have a drink. I need to sleep, we've only just arrived, and I never liked sailing anyway.
They slipped out, and in their place, at the top of the stairs, was Jorah Mormont.
"So, this is how the queen treats her subjects. She spies on us."
The knight chuckled. There was something unnerving in his confidence.
"I sent myself here, not Daenerys. I know of your house's history, and I have my eyes on you, however many flowery words you spit out at court. Be warned, if you make any moves I don't like, you will leave on a corpse cart."
"Spare me your threats, knight. You're wasting your time. I have a bed to go to, so I wish you a good day. Now leave."
The knight walked out the door, with his hand on his sword hilt.
You bastard. You would do well to keep your hand there, because a dagger is going across your throat soon enough. How much did you hear?
Aerion sighed, and laid on the bed
He dreamt a sleep of worries and suspicion, filled with the face of Jorah Mormont.