Robb Tully
Lord Paramount of the Riverlands
Riverrun
"Now that he is dead, everybody wishes to pay their respects to him" muttered Robb as he sifted through the letters which had arrived over the following days. Gathered in the Great Hall were most of the Riverlords, all having been invited to the funeral and all having made the trip with the exception for those too old or away in other regions. Even then they had sent their heirs, brothers, other family members and personal knights. For once in almost a century the Riverlands was completely united. The destruction of House Frey eliminated the main rival of the Tullys, and the shared losses the Tullys, Mallisters, Brackens and Blackwoods had shared in the war had driven them closer together.
Lord Bracken and Lord Blackwood still kept their distance, but out of respect for Edmure they adopted a civil attitude towards one another. Lord Mooton could be seen talking to a distant group of lords, his status having risen higher with the marriage of his daughter to Robb. House Tully had never been more powerful, owning four grand estates in their lands, one of them being the mightiest castle ever forged. Robb was eager to rid his family of it however, the curse had not abated it seemed. Castle Darry would also be given away to a loyal retainer, one of the knights who proved his valour in the tourney most likely. The Twins would never be relinquished from the Tully line, and now a cadet dynasty would rule them far better than the Freys ever could.
"They jump on the opportunity to make you their ally. The Riverlands has been weak for most of its history, barely able to raise ten thousand men without squabbling between the Riverlords. Now you can raise a formidable host, with lords loyal to you out of fear and respect. The fortifications you are planning will make the Riverlands almost as perilous to invade as the Vale. Have you come to a decision on the matter of a fleet?" said Lord Mallister. Mallister was a good man and loyal to the Tully name and cause just as they had been during the War of Five Kings. They had both suffered in the war, and worked together to rebuild from the ashes.
"Technically I need the permission of his Majesty to commission a new fleet for the Riverlands, but I think I will ignore the technicalities. I will make inquiries into some deal for wood from the North, hopefully I will be able to meet Lord Forrester. I trust you will make the necessary arrangements for the hiring of sailors and whatnot?" replied Robb, receiving a nod from Mallister. "Excellent, the investment will pay off, I know it" he said, before excusing himself and leaving for the lower and more public study. Inside were a few minor lords and ladies who courteously left for other rooms. Robb sat down to deal with some of the replies, sighing with the effort of replying to the fancy lords down south who had cared little for his family before now.
To his Lordship, Ser Corly Velaryon, Lord Regent of Driftmark
I thank you personally for the prayers said, and the vigils held in his honour. It is good to know that my father inspired the best in others in his later life, despite seeing the worst in his earlier days.
You may of course attend the funeral, and I must urge haste for it will be held in a few days.
May the Warrior keep you safe, and the Father look over your every effort
signed, Lord Robb Tully of the Riverlands
To his Lordship, Renly Baratheon-Donddarion, Lord of Storm's End and the Stormlands
I consent to the betrothal, as has my son Hoster, he looks forward to meeting Lyanna. The friendship between our regions and the increased trade are things I can agree with, but I must stress that a military alliance forming out of this marriage is not what I intend.
That said, if the crown acts against you in an unjust way then I will offer you sanctuary and argue your case. The same could be said in reverse, but as a noble lord and a scion of House Baratheon I doubt it will come to that.
May the Warrior keep you safe, and the Father look over your every effort
signed, Lord Robb Tully of the Riverlands
Ariphos Merryweather
Captain-General of the Company of the Rose
Pentos Encampment
"Two years hmm? Doesn't make you eligible for a Bronze Rose and the subsequent discharge payment, which as you know is five years of service needed. Still, I trust you signed a minimum of one year contract which grants lower pay but an easier time leaving. As a... camp servant, as that is how you described yourself, I suppose that is probably the one you signed." said Ariphos, not truly bothered over losing somebody he didn't even recognise. Sellswords come and go, no point making friends with too many of them because sooner or later they abandon you or die in battle.
"Can't say I blame you for wanting to go back to Westeros. I have family there, distant kinsmen, the Merryweathers. They never respond to my letters, bastards, can't say I'm not tempted to sail over there and take their keep for my own. Trouble is the gold flows easier here, and being a lord under some king doesn't sound too appealing to me." he continued, losing track of his thoughts. The wine helped his tongue flow easier, and reminded him that he truly had nobody to talk to. Years of fighting in pointless wars had torn away at any emotions he might have possessed, seeing his old friends die made him reluctant to make any new ones.
"Go to the Quartermasters tent, the large red one a few tents from mine. Sign off your contract, receive your last payment if you haven't already, pay off the fee for leaving early if it was more than a one or two year contract. Then enjoy Westeros" he commanded before returning his attention to the map.