283 A.C.
The Arbor
Paxter Redwyne
His three guest sat around in comfort washing down their bread, cheese and olives with Arbor gold.
"To what do I owe visit?" Paxter Redwyne was unaccustomed to unannounced visits, especially after he had just returned his fleet home from blockaiding Storm's End.
"I'm here on behalf of the true king, not that kinslaying oaf sitting the throne now. The king is in need of allies and House Redwyne had answered the call of the Dragons before. Now i need you to answer that call again. Not now obviously, but when the time comes."
"I see..." Paxter saw no reason why he shouldn't refuse.
"There's also a marriage alliance that has to take place." The woman next to Fyreheart said. "Because your sister Bethany is still young enough to marry and bear children, she must marry the eldest son of Prince Manfrey Martell. This marriage is to prevent the Dornish and the Reachmen from trying to kill each other before the king reaches maturity and raises his banner."
"Why would I wed my sister to some Dornish cunt?!" Paxter rose out of his chair.
"Did you not hear me when I said?" Fyreheart stood up as well. "Dorne and the Reach need to be on completely peaceful terms and willing to fight alongside one another when Viserys returns for the throne. And what better way to ensure peace than through marriage? By doing this, trade with the Free Cities that is normally exclusive to Dorne alone can now be possible to the Arbor. Think of Arbor gold making it's way through the ports of Volantis and Qarth and even the lands of YiTi."
The thought alone sounded to good to be possible.
"How do I know you're not lying?"
"Because no one in this world make this kind of proposal without being a lackwit or a liar, and I am neither of two."
Her honesty was quite apparent. "Alright... I'll give you my answer on the morrow-"
"No... We leave tonight... There are a great many other houses to bring into our cause. Before the moon reaches its highest point, I want your answer."
