Torrhen
He marched down the ancient hallways of Winterfell and entered his Solar, there was a dispute between House Dustin and Umber because of the coming autumn and both Houses said that they should be given the grain while the other not and Torrhen had to wear his heavy crown and listen for two hours on who deserved it to the point that his eyes became heavy with boredom to feeling quite sleepy until he stopped the bickering and suggested that they split the grain from him equally, he pushed the iron handle of the oak door and entered ,then he closed the door and took of his Kingly mask of hard face and compassionate eyes to a uncaring face and calculating eyes that he learned to well from his father a successful King of Winter which he tried to mirror as he sat and scratched his beard he thought the beard needs trimming then he turned and looked shocked " Aah! " then he saw the raven, as he identified him of his knowledge of his Solar and his intelligent gleam that was different than any Raven " Sharpfeather, how did you enter? " the raven signaled the open window, ah it seemed the servant woman forgot it open while she cleaned " is it you Brandon? " Sharpfeather shook her head " do you have something. " the raven took a rolled Parchment in a light grey seal and threw it then he made a bown and flew using the window, Torrhen took the letter seeing Brandon's seal a Direwolf Taming a Dragon, his half Brother must have need of him he broke the Seal and unfolded it and it read
Brandon ,Your Loyal Brother, New holder of Dragonstone Dragonslayer , WhiteWolf, Snowwolf.
After waiting I found Vaults filled with riches as it seems the Targaryens where thinking on wasting them on useless endeavors,such as Tourney's I made a celebration and ranked my soldiers to positions as Lords, I'm not certaint if the coins from the Vaults will suffice, and after making a friendship with a crafted Tailor I'm prepared but still something is missing I'm still a Northerner and if I have to solidify my claim on the Dragon Isles and Dragonstone in front of my soldiers and guards I need to wed the last Targaryen in front of the Old God's so I request keeping that the Stark can summon any Green Men from the Order Of The Green Hand I request that you send me a Green Men to officiate my wedding.
Brandon Snow, Your Loyal supporter, WhiteWolf Snowwolf.
After hearing that Brandon knew his brother truly needed him, the Dragon Isles where know Stark property, and Brandon needed confirmation and he knew what he meant he would never sell his religion like bringing a Septon or a High Priest of the religion of the Valyrians which would be close to impossible as the followers of such religion where close to none and the surviving Valyrians that had close concepts where the Lysene and Volanteene, in Lys they morphed a religion of the arts of love while in Volantis they had the mad religion of the Lord of Light and secondly the castle's muscle was the soldiers and guards and he knew Brandon was a genius, he understood, and it seemed that the little family of the Dragon was no more reduced to one member who will bring new Starks to life, he chuckled ,his vengeance coming to fruition, he placed the Parchment away and took a new Parchment and remembered to send a message to the Green Men in Winter Town who resided in the brothel and order that two good soldiers be send to the Dragon Isles then after he finished he rolled the Parchment and yelled " GUARD. " " GUARD. " they opened the door and Torrhen changed his look in a instance, they had their hands on their pommels " yes your grace . " he gave the scroll " give this to one of the Green Men in Winter Town and take two good soldiers and send them to the Dragon Isles. " they nodded , bowed and left ,after minutes the door opened and a Green Men entered he was short like all Green Men and had brown hair combed backwards and tied and had lines on his face and brown eyes brows and big green eyes and a long brown beard and wore a green robe that covered his feet and wide thick light green leaves that began from the chest of his robe and reached his shoulders and ended close to his stomach and had a thick iron chain with a large green hand as the seal, he bowed and said " My King. " then said, Torrhen began " I take that you like your new place in the brothel instead of one of the wooden homes in Winter Town? " he replied " indeed. " he said " my brother Brandon is know the Stark of Dragonstone, I think you already know as all the North knows, he needs to prove his claim because who might blick, Lord Velaryon or Celtigar, some ambitious Lysene or one of his soldiers or guards might see him unworthy with that in mind I need you to travel to the Dragon Isles not today but the next day and with two soldiers as a gift. " the Green Men looked serious " no worry with a chance to curdle the Valyrians and insure that the Starks overcome I will do it. " then he bowed and left, his Solar's door reopened quickly as two soldiers entered " you two will leave on the morrow to the Dragon Isles. " they bowed and said ":of course your grace. " then they left closing the door ,Torrhen relaxed himself in the chair and remembered that some minutes later and he should eat.