[Pitchiner... Yes, the name does sound incredibly familiar. On the border between the Crownlands and the Reach, on a seam of ground that is exceptionally fertile... House Pitchiner has had to defend it's borders from all sides...
...With help from the royal family, of course. The Pitchiner's seat could not be budged.
How very interesting.]
You are far from your lands, my lady. [Alek remarks, idly, accepting the cloak and wrapping it around himself.] Seems the rule of gold applies here in Dorne, also.
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...With help from the royal family, of course. The Pitchiner's seat could not be budged.
How very interesting.]
You are far from your lands, my lady. [Alek remarks, idly, accepting the cloak and wrapping it around himself.] Seems the rule of gold applies here in Dorne, also.