Lyana was leaving for the market. She was ready, and more than soficent to get there. Valyria has its own problems. When she arived here twelve years agao there was nothing.
Valyria has its own gold weare and valerian steel. It is some of that that she is taking to the market today.
"MyLady, do you think it is the right time? The Prince is still young."
"There is nothing like the prezent. And he might bee young, but he need the ally's. We can start building up."
"If you think it is for the best MyLady."
At the market she slip from person to person. Her hood was on, and she shows no one her face.
"That will bee the finest silk you have ever felt between your fingers MyLady. Nothing like it."
"I wil have two rolls of that."
"MyLady. Your back."
"Thats right Jeminana. I am glad to see you two."
"My boy is so happy for the toys that your son have send. I am for ever grateful. The shop is doing fine. There was Dorn who want to buy our spices and say that it is the best they have had in years."
"I am glad your shop are doing well. And to have the royals in on your business is just anything to hope for.
"Listen. She tells the lady of her son. That he is the prince who was promised that he is the only living son of reahagar targerian. The woman falls to her knees.
"MyLady, you don't no what this means for us. The prince is back. We are going to take th e throne back. We are going to have a dragon prince on the throne. Our rights were taken after the rebelion has ended. We had nothing left. We were dragon loyalists. You cannot imagin what it is like to have your shop burned down right infront of your eyes."
"I can imagin myself. My son will make right that has been wrong to you."
"Thank you MyLady. I will of course send my forces to ally with yours. You can expect them."
Lyanba nod's. Pleased with the situation.
She goes on to buy spices meterial, and food. They will bee needed.
"Please MyLord. Not my son."
"You r son has been stealing from the Martels. Do you no what a serious crime this is.
In his hand he was holding a red apple.
Lyana step forwards.
"I apologise, MyLord. The boy is under my care."
"You need to take better care of you imployees MyLady.
The man lowers the sword he was holding, and walk away.
"We are in your Debt MyLady. Is there anything we can do for you?"
"You can join forces with my son. He is going to take his throne back.
The deal was sealed. She has maid her way thru the market joining all her business asociates, and they were more than pleased to join her.
In the north
That will bee alll mester.
"Yes MyLord.
Mester luin walk out of the soler and leave net to himself.
His son is twelve. It is maybe time to look for a wife for him. Robert has already send him a letter wanting to join their houses in Marage. Net doesn't no about that. It is something that his girl would marry the prince, it would bee like her stories come true. But it is another thing to send her to the capatil.
Something about this doesn't sit well with net. He gets a feelin g of doom everytime he think aboout it.
Sighing net stand to his feet.
He look in on Arya and Sansas lessonss. His olderst daughter was sitting with two embroided socks beside her. Arya give him a look of shrure pleadingness when he look in. Net shakes his head fondly to his daughter and close the door.
"You have been taken care of the lessons mester luin have given you?"
"Uyes father."
"You have spared today?"
"Yes father."
"Then i cannot see why you couldn't have the day off."
Rob. Smiles and run out of the soler.
Thheon Greyjoy is the only friend that his son has here in the north. There is nothing wrong with the lad. Net supposed. It is just that he is a iron born. He might have grown up in the north, but he is a iron born thrue and thrue. His rebelion on pike has ended well. With the boy in his care bellon greyjoy is out of his debt.
Net pwalk into their room and put his arms around his wife's middle. She was small for a mother who have four kids already. And he suspect their can bee a fifth on the way. She turn around in his arms.
"Net i'm worried. Lissa send me a letter, about Pety."
"I thought he was like your brother."
"He was. Is just, father told me of what Pety gets up to in the capatil. It is concerning. Now he wants to marry Lissa, and i don't think it is the right step to take."
"Why don't you right to her. I'm sure she will listen to her sister."
"I hope so. She is still so young my Lissa."
"Let it bee. We can worry about that on the morow. Lets sleep."
They settle into bed and quickly lol to sleep.
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Dragons
FanficWesterous was ruled by a king that doesn't care. A young king, Jeahanerys targerian was making his way to the throne. Powerful in his own right, and with lots of troubles belong the way