Alliance of the Sands

[Solan Dayne]

Several Weeks before the Current Date

Sunspear Harbor

Solan smiled as he waited alone on the deck of one of the ships that he had brought under his command, his soldiers tending to their duties or making sure the rest of the ships Solan had desired to bring were with them. It was odd for him though to be honest, he had never needed to make a decision such as this nor never needed to make certain that he be seen. This was why he stood now facing out to the sea as he waited with no banners for a man that he had been curious to meet. Anders Yronwood, the bloodroyal. A powerful lord whom Solan had asked about and decided to meet for himself. Oh how he would have some joy in dealing with this man but for now.

He was a bit tired though, not from physical exhaustion or the heat, rather tired of not doing as he normally did. Though he suspected there would be several fine texts and flora he could study and research, perhaps there was not but Solan smiled as his head turned to look to the side at a random crewman. "You, bring me the journal i had been reading, red covering, faint inscription on the cover. Keep well to not damage it or you will be left here with no way back to Starfall, is that understood?" He waited for some form of nod or otherwise before turning his head back to looking out over the water as it broke on the hard wood of the ships moving into the harbor.

This was the first steplong moments of planning that had left him with more and more curiosity as he had begun his journey some time already, receiving the response of the one he grew more curious about meeting. Did the Martells know that a Targaryen existed... he wondered... perhaps he should meet with one too, the man named oberyn was an enjoyable man from what Solan had heard though the lust of that man was probably something that made him quite hard to get a meeting with. Perhaps there was something about the Red Viper of Dorne that Solan did not take into account... perhaps he was underestimating what it could be that would garentee this. So many curious things to be wondered. "I also want a letter send to Oberyn Martell as soon as possible, deliver it yourself..." He spoke as the crewman returned with the journal, carefully handing it to Solan as he opened up to the page that he had left off on. The Journal was that of another dayne, and the discovery of the fallen star.

[Anders Yronwood]

Anders had tried to keep his head out of the political aspects of being a Lord ever since his beloved wife had perished. But, being called on by the Lord of Starfall just warranted Anders to leave his keep. Considering Solan asked to meet in Sunspear instead of his own home, Anders traveled by sea. His was aboard his personal vessel, The Iron Keeper, and was nearing Sunspear. From the deck of his ship, he could see Sunspear harbor in the distance. It had been some time since he had been here.


"Lord Anders, we're nearing the harbor." the captain of the ship reported, steering into starboard, aiming for the docks.


"It's just as I remembered.." Anders said to himself. "Steady as she go, captain. But, make it quick. I do not wish to keep Lord Solan waiting any longer." he said out loud for the captain to hear. The captain followed Anders' orders to the letter. The ship quickly docked and Anders stepped off the deck onto the docks. Anders held his hand above his eyes in an effort to block out the sun so he may search for Solan. "Ah, there you are.!" he called out as he spotted the Lord of Starfall. Anders clapped his hands together before treading up the docks and towards Solan's ship. "Good day to you, Lord Dayne. I hope I did not keep you waiting for too long."

[Solan Dayne]

Solan blinked as he heard the voice and turned fully to look at the man before him with a smile. He closed the door with a hint of a smile and crossed his hands behind him as he moved forward and nodded. "Lord Yronwood, i regret for not meeting with you sooner and with less... pressing reasons but i must talk with you over a subject that concerns the both of us and will allow us to reap the rewards given to us by the Northerner's war... shall we talk in my ship away from unkind ears and distrusting eyes?" He smiled and looked around the harbor at the other ships and crewmen to look for any onlookers. You did not stay in control of your nephew's city from the shadows by being careless and this would be one such time in which that is more true than ever.

His hands waved for the Lord to follow him as he moved past his men and waved for them to get out of the way of Yronwood and himself. He would talk to this man truly alone as there was no need for a northener to hear of their discussion from any source. Once inside though Solan would move over to a shelve in his cabin and reach out to grab a bottle of Dornish wine kept there. "You lord Yronwood, like my family, were one of the three original kings of dorne, till teh princedom took over and we owe our loyalty to the Martells. Something i would do in this life time and a thousand life times from now as long as it is within reason... but there are elements that have scorned our liege and the old kings of westeros. I am not sure what you care about the Baratheon's, and the fat king that took the place of the mad king... but i for one am interested in the brothers of that stag who toppled the dragon."

His hand removed the bottle's topper and moved to grab two glasses before setting them on a table in the cabin. "Lord Renly Baratheon and Lord Stannis Baratheon, false kings in both the aspect of the Stag's bloodline and the rightful bloodline, brothers of a murderer who killed Elia Martell and countless other deaths over Rhaegar's love. That man had shed the blood of thousands over a woman that was promised to him and he was acting like a child over such... And as a result my brother and sister are both dead in their own. I do suppose an eye for an eye is in order, even if the fat king is dead." He started, no where near the point in which Lord Yronwood would be brought in.

[Anders Yronwood]

Anders was a bit distraught by the Dayne's mention that their conversation involved the war in the North. What could Solan possibly want to do with the war up there is all Anders could wonder. He said nothing. He gave him a smile and nodded to him. Meanwhile, the sailors that were aboard his vessel, were nearing the end of transporting goods onto the ship. He made note of this as he followed Lord Solan.

Anders was prepared to wade through Solan's men, but they were cast aside at the flick of Solan's wrist. Once they were truly alone, Solan grabbed a bottle of wine. Anders smirked a bit as the drinks were brought out. "I was no king. My ancestors were, however. But, I know what you mean." Anders listened closely to Solan, taking in every word. "What is it you want exactly, Lord Dayne?"