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[CrimsonMoon]

(! !! ECHO ONLY !! !)
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Princess Ariella Lannister waited silently, leaning back in the love seat under a large silken ceiling of silk and lace. She gazed at the sunlight filtering through the linens, her bright teal eyes flickering as if trying to follow the rays of sunlight dancing through the colorful fabrics. She wore a dress of Westeros fashion, it was a gentle reddish color and gold trimming. Her lion sigil choker glittering upon her slender neck as she reached upward,"..." She hummed softly, a tune of remore, sadness perhaps... Her eyes never left Ser Goddard. Despite her youth, there was undeniable wisdom and peace in her actions.

" Princess Ariella... The Barbarians have arrived," a knight murmurs, approaching and bowing deeply

" Barbarians? Do not say such things Ser Goddard," she replies quietly," They may be our only hope at keeping the Iron Throne from the Starks, will you show them in? With the utmost courtesy of course," she arches her back and leans back, gazing at the old knight, her blonde hair falling over the arm of the seat like a cascading waterfall of gold.

" Of course, Princess," the knight bows again deeply once, black hair sweeping over his eyes as he walks through the pavilion, reaching the huge garden before the household,"..." He gazed at the large convoy of Dothraki coming down the pebbly path, his hand resting against the hilt of his great sword which was carved into a skeletal lion's head.

[~echo~]

Khal Achrallo rode at the head of his khalasar, a powerful sight indeed. A curved, wicked blade rested on his hip and his skin was all greased with animal fat to make him gleam in the sunlight. He gazed unfearingly at Ser Goddard, his dark eyes holding a thinly veiled challenge.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Khal Achrallo?" Ser Goddard calls raising his hand for hin to halt, the guards near him shuffling as if uncomfortable

[~echo~]

Achrallo's eyes narrowed and he didn't stop until he was right in front of Goddard. He continued looking at him, his eyes challenging.

[CrimsonMoon]

Ser Goddard clears his throat," I see... Please dismount and follow me, the Princess Lannister is waiting for you," he continues, motioning for the Khal to follow with a small flourish of his deep red cloak

[~echo~]

One of his blood riders glared at Goddard as Achrallo said something in dothraki. "He says that no man orders him around. The lannister princess will come to him, and his will stay here as his khalasar pitches camp."

[CrimsonMoon]

" We had an agreement, we must at least meet on equal terms. Young lion to... Slightly older stallion," Ser Goddard answers stiffly," Princess Ariella is here to speak on terms of war, and war must be fought as equals if it is to be won,"

[~echo~]

The blood rider translated and then the dothraki khal replied in dothraki. "He says that you are not his equal. Only the young- and I quote- lioness and he are equals. He says you are below him."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Then dismount, Khal, so i may take you to your equal with the utmost respect," Ser Goddard replies cooly, inwardly cursing the barbarians with every swear words from Westeros to Essos

[~echo~]

Achrallo glared at the man and fingered the hilt of his curved blade. He dismounted but walked the opposite way, assisting several people in pitching their homes.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Khal, please follow me to the Princess, it is incredibly hard to do buisness when two are not in the same room," Ser Goddard rumbles, motioning toward the villa.

The Princess had appeared at the entrance, leaning against a pillar and watching the khal quietly, her demeanor relaxed yet she seemed to be calculating their movements

[~echo~]

(Achrallo is going to do exactly what he wants xD)

The blood rider turned to Goddard. "The khal will proceed when his khalasar is settled in. You will wait for him or lose our support."

[CrimsonMoon]

Ser Goddard bites his lip so hard that it bled slightly. Ariella approaches Ser Goddard, her slender hand resting on the knight's shoulder. The gentle breeze causing her skirts to quietly press against her legs," Please be patient, we knew what we were getting in to when we boarded the ship,"

[~echo~]

Achrallo disappeared into the crowd of dothraki.

TS

Later, Achrallo entered the villa, his muscles gleaming with sweat from the hot sea of grass. He glared at Goddard but gazed evenly at Ariella.

[CrimsonMoon]

Ser Goddard glares back at him with a freezing look. But remains silent. They were on the patio that was covered by the colorful fabrics, Ariella sits on the love seat gracefully after dipping her head faintly to Khal Achrallo," Khal Achrallo, if you are settled are you prepared to talk business?"

[~echo~]

The same translator from before had followed Achrallo and he began talking. "Yes, he says he is prepared."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Then let's get down to business; what will i have to do to get you and your horsemen across the poison waters to help my family keep the Iron Throne?" She says, gaze becoming as serious and blank as stone. She reclined in the love seat and sighs

[~echo~]

The two men flinched at the sound of the name 'poison waters.' "My lady," the blood rider said, "our horses cannot cross those waters. Therefore, we cannot. Our lives coincide with our horse's lives."

[CrimsonMoon]

" What if I brought a fleet, to carry you across those waters," she answers, brow furrowing slightly, her bright blue eyes glimmering in the torchlight

[~echo~]

"Nor will our horses get on a floating thing. They cannot very well stand on them. If you want to get us across those waters, the only way would be to build the largest bridge in the world, from here to Westeros."