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[Viea Greyjoy]

"Your old enough to marry then." She said thoughtfully. "It is a shame about your mother though. She cared about you very much."

[The Smith]

"She did. I am betrothed to Brand Redoak. He is a captain of the Farseer" She replied softly.

[Viea Greyjoy]

"I didnt know that." Gen said. "When was that arranged?"

[The Smith]

"Most recently, mother grew worried I would be able to care for myself when she had passed." Lyona answered.

[Viea Greyjoy]

"And to get you away incase I had it in my mind to murder any threat?" Gen asked. "Do you get on with him?"

[The Smith]

"I do he is strong but smart. It is a good combination." Lyona bowed her head and studied her hands.

[Viea Greyjoy]

"What is the matter Lyona?" Gen asked gently.

[The Smith]

"There is nothing the matter. I am just tired." Lyona still studied her hands as she replied.

[Viea Greyjoy]

Gen frowned and shook her head. "Its not only that Lyona. I am your sister you can tell me if anything is ever the matter."

[The Smith]

"You never liked me. You thought me weak, why should I trust you now?" She asked.

[Viea Greyjoy]

"I never had the chance to know you before. I'm going to be living with you now, even if your mother dispises it. And Ill be spending a while here. I have no choice but to."

[The Smith]

"So I should trust you because I have no choice?" Lyona coughed again.

The door opened and a man so tall he had to duck to enter strode into the room. His long black hair hung past his shoulders, and his face was covered in a thick beard except for where scars criss-crossed it. He looked around the room, and then walked to Lyona's side and handed her a silver flask which she drank from heartily. The man turned to study Gen, his great sword's handle stuck up over his right shoulder. His gaze was strong, and probing, she felt like the man took an exact measure of her.

[Viea Greyjoy]

"You should trust me because I plan to treat you actually like a sister now. I want to forget what happened before the war. Start anew, Ive changed and you have too."

Sh had glanced up at the man as he entered and watched Lyona drink silently.

[The Smith]

Lyona lowered the flask and pointed toward the large man, "This is Brand, my betrothed."

Brand nodded at Gen slightly.

Lyona went on, "I hope we become closer. I would like that."

[Viea Greyjoy]

"As would I Lyona. I would like to forget what happened in the past. After all Father isnt here to stop us from talking now."

She turned to Brand. "It is nice to meet you. Lyona had just told me of your betrothal."