Chapter 38.2- The Seadragon's Roar

“Yes, Lord Velaryon” Icarus said, not looking to his side. Not saying anything about the blood that was flowing on the ground now. The blood that had reached his feet in a matter of seconds already.

“I assume you have suitable quarters within your ship for our discussion” The Velaryon Lord said next beginning to walk forwards, heading straight for his ship.

“Yes Lord Velaryon” he said.

“Good good. Now as we head there, Lord Yronwood, I haven’t had the chance to make your acquaintance. I hope that little bit of ugliness doesn’t mar your opinion of me. You see, Qoren had been gotten on my nerves over the last few months with his constant dillydallying astounds the matter of alliance. I do hope that between the three of us, we van get a good deal ironed our n an hour or less” He said, speaking further. Icarus gestured for his sailors to remain still and not draw attention to themselves.

The Dragonlord himself paid them no mind, his armoured spectre by his side while he awhispered into his sister’s ears as he looked around.

“Might I impress on you for a tour of your ship before we get down to nisoinesds. I admit I find myself curious as to Dornish ship building.

“It would be my pleasure, Lord Velaryon” He said, not pointing out that to was hypocritical for the dragooned to complain abut wasted time, and now that they could get to business, insist on doing anything but. But still he did it either way, because Icarus was nothing if not a pragmatic man.

XXXXXX- LAENOR VELARYON

“Okay, we can begin now” I said, taking a long sip of the dornish red even as I felt Laena glare daggers into the side of my head. I was going to be hearing about this one for a while. Seemingly impulsively deciding to join them on their ship, and then from there having a glass of wine with Dornish lords of all people. I could see what it looked like from her point of view. But there was a method to the madness. These men, for good or ill had tied their anchors with mine. This was nothing more than me showing that I trusted them to some extent.

Because if I did not trust them, and they did not trust me, what was even the point of anything.

“I think it would be best if both sides can list what they need from the other, and then we can come to some sort of agreement as to what values to give each individual item of the deal” Jordayne said. I nodded. The advantage of all Qoren’s pussyfooting had been that I had a long long time to decide just what I needed from Dorne in the end. Sure, most of the thinking had been around securing alternative sources, but now I had the real thing in front of me.