Lord Bolton's Camp

[The Smith]

Bolton looks up at Tallahar, "I know you are there. Must you have an answer this moment?"

[melon]

"No but I would like word on what you are thinking might happen."

[The Smith]

"He might be lord. He might not." Bolton got up and poured himself a glass of wine before sitting and sipping the wine. He makes a sour face, "Its turned." But he takes another sip.

[melon]

"Very well then. When you have made your decision you may come tell me at my Town House." Tallahar stands and leaves the tent.

[The Smith]

He hears deep raspy laughter as he leaves.

Before he gets back to his horse two of Bolton's Men ride up and say "Lord Bolton has an answer for you milord and High Warden of the South."

[melon]

Tallahar returns to Lord Boltons tent, "Your answer M'Lord."

[The Smith]

Bolton is standing outside waiting for the Warden, "I will not support you unless whichever son you choose lives in the north. I will not have a weak southern lord ruling such important lands."

[melon]

"Agreed I always expected that. But when one of my sons goes North he will go with a Tyrell guard or my family and they will always be with him. He will be in the North but he is still my son."

[The Smith]

Bolton snickers, "How would I unmake him your son."

[melon]

"Did I say that M'Lord I simply meant that he will be Lord of Karhold but all of Westeros will now that he is a son of Tallahar Tyrell. The boy I choose will report with his guard on the day that you leave for the North. Is that all Bolton."

[The Smith]

Bolton nodded, "You may leave. And make sure he is punctial, I will leave with out him."

[melon]

"Very well. All you must do is send a messenger to My House." With that Tallahar turns leaves collect his sword from the guard and rides back to Kingslanding.