The Solar of the Governor-General of Dorne

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

The Private Solar of Lord Alexander Irwyn, the Governor General of Dorne, where all business about the future of Dorne under King Rickon are discussed.

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

Ser Keldon is sitting at his Lord's desk, reading correspondence from abroad, aloud. The Governor General Alexander Irwyn, lays in a reclined position and occasionally makes an affirmative or negative response. His legs and arms are still bandaged from the unsuccessful assassination attempt.

Ser Goodwin, Ser Ramsey, Ser Shelton and Ser Chauncey, Alexander's sworn swords, stand inside the solar. Since the attack at least two men are with the general at all times.

[Lord Howland Royce]

A messenger arrives with a sealed letter for Lord Irwyn, the seal has no particular mark.

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

Ser Keldon takes the letter for his Lord and reads it, "Can you deliver a message back to the sender" he asks?

[Lord Howland Royce]

The messenger nods

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

Ser Keldon scribbles a quick note and then reseals the message and hands it back to the messenger. "Thank your employer for us," he says with a smile.

[Lord Howland Royce]

The messenger takes the letter and departs after a bow.

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Lord Robert Tarly, fresh from Duskendale, seeks an audience with the Governor-General, Lord Alexander Irwyn.

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

Robb is showed in right away. Lord Irwyn and new Lord Keldon Greenblood are laughing.

"Robb, how are you?" Alexander says, "I had heard the worse from Duskendale."

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"I am fine, milord," Robb says. "Duskendale was... awful. It was like Sunspear, milord, but children were there too." He lowered his head. "But that is not why I came here, to speak of Duskendale. I came to say I am sorry, Alex, for what the old man tried." He shook his head, at a loss for words. "I was too kind... I will not make the mistake again. I beg you to trust me again."

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

"Well Robb some things you can only learn through making mistakes, luckily this one did cost the ultimate price. I hope this doesn't shatter your trust in men, its too soon for you to become a paranoid, bitter old man." Alexander sits.

"Did Lady Royce discover the culprit in the attack?" Alexander asks with curiosity, he had his own suspicions but was looking for confirmation.

[mark]

Robb nodded at Alex's encouragement, and then answered his question. "No, I'm afraid not. The tournament was a disaster. Lydden was killed by a dornish man, then the poisonings happened. And Royce or any of the lords up there haven't got a clue of what has happened. Poor Oliver Bulwer, too. It's just a mess," Robb said, shaking his head, frustrated.

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

"Well I have never seen anything good come from a tourney, just a lot of Lords trying to out class one another, senseless squabbles and of course death," Alexander stops realizing that he is sounding like his now deceased father. "If they weren't so fucking popular with the court and the small folk I don't think I'd go to them anymore."

[mark]

"Well, milord, I think my thirst for them has also been quenched for some time. I still do not feel all the way healthy after that vile poison, whatever it was." He reclined back. "How has reconstruction gone since I was absent? I saw the Terms of the King's Peace. Quite lengthy, but they should suffice, I suppose. Congratulations and good luck to Ser Keldon."

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

"Reconstruction proceeds well, we have begun rebuilding Sunspear as the King desired." Alexander says this as though he is less then thrilled."

Lord Keldon grins, "Well I never thought I'd be happy about staying in Dorne, but it was a very generous offer by the Lord Hand so how could I refuse?"