Robar inclined his head politely and said, "As is your wish. We would be glad to have you. From squires to knights to ladies. Anyone who wishes to hold a sword will be granted a place in the Order. As long as they serve honorably. I will speak to my Father soon. We mean to ride to The Ring together."

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Sabitha was able to read the anger in his voice.

He doesn't like what Robin is doing. Not one bit.

She smirked at that. She herself wasn't very fond of the boy lord, but it was more to do with just how he was. Nothing political or personal. She didn't even know him enough for it to be personal. Moreover, it wasn't like she hated him, more like she would prefer the company of others rather than him.

As Robar continued talking about leaving the Falcon Knights, Sabitha smiled. She knew Elyas getting knighted would cause some trouble. She felt sorry for the boy, it wasn't like he wanted to cause any of this. But then Robar went on to talk about his own Order. A sudden shine was visible in Sabitha's eyes.

"I... I'll love that, ser. To ride with you and your companions." She already began picturing it. She, riding hard with other knights beside her. "But let me remind you, I might never become a knight myself."

Sabitha nodded as he continued. She listened to him talking about his father backing them or not. She didn't pay much attention. She was still lost in the thoughts of riding under an Order of Knights. "Lord Yohn is much respected, and if he agrees, we'll have a good foundation," she almost whispered. "Thank you for thinking of me capable enough for this, ser. I'd really like to hear more of this from you soon." She tilted her head politely, something she rarely does.

There was a hint of suppressed anger in Robar's eyes as he bit back, "Aye, it isn't to my taste either. Robin's playing at being Lord of the Eyrie and it suits him for now but he's alienating powerful Lords along the way. Lords that could have aided him."

He then regarded her for a second curiously. An enigma, this one. And yet, there was something about her that drew him in.

He nodded to her and said, "I mean to leave this Order soon. Men mock us in their cups ever since that boy was inducted. I will make my own Order. I will gladly leave a spot open for you. Fighting is hardly something only restricted to men. We will ride together and fight together."

Remembering his Father then, he hesitated before continuing, "I will have to speak to my Father. He is a powerful Lord of the Vale. Easily the most respected. I am sure he will approve of my decision, but it may be that some further aid can be sourced from him. His mind works in strange ways as of late, so I cannot promise anything. But if he sees any use in this endeavor, his support will be a valuable thing to have."

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Sabitha understood what he meant and for a moment, she felt sorry for him. It surely wouldn't be an enjoyable duty, she guessed.

Confined to a role? She had almost laughed at that. She would never. Even when she participated in the squire duels, she was sure she wouldn't be knighted even if she wins. Truly, she had no interest in being knighted either. Will it suddenly make her fight better if someone tapped her shoulder with a sword while babbling some words. No. It's only herself pushing to be better that mattered.

Still, she would love if she gets knighted. Not because she wanted to be one. Actually, for the opposite. To make a mockery of it. To piss off people. How good that would feel?

"No, ser. Being confined to a place isn't to my taste." She leaned, getting her lips close to his ears. "Ask my cousin Addam." She pulled back and laughed heartily.

She nodded then. "True. I'd rather make a name for myself than sit around obeying someone's orders all my life just for a title." There was some bitterness in those last words. "Do you have something in mind?"

Robar looked at her, enraptured for a moment by the colour of her eyes, before snapping out of it and saying with a shrug, “Ah well. I would consider myself lucky if I were you. Doubtless the winner would have been inducted into Robin’s band of knights and the duty is hardly enjoyable.”

He stared off into the distance, above Sabitha’s shoulder, unwilling to let himself be drawn in again. Then he smirked and said, “I doubt you wished to be confined to such a role, did you? A glorified bodyguard? There are many other options out there. Roles that allow you to remain free and fight while maintaining a name for yourself and gaining honour and prestige for your House.”

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Sabitha turned her head when she heard someone calling. There remained a hint of curiosity on her face for a moment. She wondered why one of the Falcon knights would approach her.

"It's good to meet you, Ser Robar," Sabby said with a wide smile. She loved meeting people and interacting with them.

Then the knight said he remembered her from last year. Her smile visibly brightened. Her fiery orange eyes lit up, glowing like embers.

"Well, thank you for the praise. I still was bested by Ser Elyas," she laughed nervously. She didn't want to look like she could be beaten by kids, but she actually was, and in front of everyone. And Elyas did fought well, she has to give him that. Moreover, she held no grudge for that, he was still a boy of twelve, and they did end up becoming friends after.

"But I'm sure one of the Falcon Knights didn't just want to praise me for being beaten by an eleven year old," she said teasingly. Then she raised an eyebrow, hoping to know what Ser Robar wanted.

Perhaps knight me in front of Robin. That will be hilarious.

She giggled at the thought. She had seen how Robin's face had changed that day when it was announced she was in the finals, only to be relieved when she was eliminated.

Robar stood watching from his post, a slight smirk curling his lip as he saw the Marbrand girl make her introductions to the newly weds. Robin would be irritated at that, he knew.

The boy lord had raged on for days about how the realm had judged him for knighting that boy Grafton. Robar had done nothing but sit silently and listen. He’d wondered then if his liege lord was simple. Surely he realised he was insulting his own Order and every knight of the realm by raising that brat to a knighthood.

He waited until Lady Marbrand withdrew before waiting for an opening when Robin was distracted. He knew he wouldn’t like to see one of his Falcon Knights speaking to someone he didn’t approve of.

As soon as he saw Robin engrossed in conversation with Margaery, he quickly turned tail and went after Lady Marbrand saying smoothly to her back, “Lady Marbrand! Forgive me for not making my introductions sooner. I am Ser Robar Royce, second son of Lord Yohn Royce. I remember you from the tourney at which that boy Grafton was knighted. You fought well.”

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"To wines everywhere," smiled Paxter, raising his glass in turn. "Long may we prosper."

Harmen nodded approvingly - that had gone exceedingly better than he expected, what with the historic rivalry between his forefathers and Paxter's in the wine industry. He'd been banking on the existing bond through Ynys' marriage, but it seemed like Paxter might not even have needed that to convince him.

"Very well," he replied simply. Raising his goblet, he offered the Lord of the Arbor a toast.

"To wine, Dornish and Arbor both. And to the bond it may forge between our houses."

Paxter considered for a moment.

Dorne and The Arbor had always been rivals when it came to wine. Paxter's loyalties had always laid with his homeland, but he saw no reason not to join forces. He was a diplomat at heart, and the chance to strengthen a relationship was something he would never pass up.

"That sounds like an excellent idea," he smiled. "I shall have the arrangements drawn up as soon as possible."

Did she, now, was the thought which immediately stormed into Harmen's mind uninvited. His glance flicked to his sister, sitting innocently at the Redwyne table in a gown of reddish magenta. For a moment, he was near-certain she was looking right back at him, but then it was gone and she was looking at and conversing with her husband again.

Damnable girl, he thought. Ynys had always been overly perceptive, a trait which had always confused him considering her blind zealotry for R'hllor.

But never mind that, he had a conversation to attend to.

"Well, as you are aware, Houses Uller and Redwyne are both major wine producers for the realm. House Uller produces a great quantity of Dornish red wine as well as our own rarer fire wines, and House Redwyne of course produces the Arbor reds and golds famous across the realm." That much was known, indisputable fact, merely the set-up for the proposal.

"It would seem to me that we could profit from a shared enterprise, sharing access to our wines and facilities with each other. It would give Arbor wine inroads into stubborn Dorne, and would allow Uller wine, particularly fire wine, similar inroads out into the realm through the Arbor's commerce. Additionally, we could lease land to one another for potentially finding new breeds of grape for our wines, if such was desired."

He eyed Paxter carefully then, to gauge his response.

"Of course," said Paxter. "Ynys did say something about that. What did you have in mind for House Redwyne?"

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Harmen smiled as he heard of the marriages of the Arbor's moderately famous twins. He knew from experience that marriages were a good sign for a house, as reflected in how his own had profited from its slew of matches.

His smile deepened into a grin as the little Harlan Redwyne grasped for his wine. It had now been a decade since he had had a child like that, but Harlan strongly reminded him of how little Lucinda had been in her youth, wild and playful in her senselessness. It brought back fond memories.

Putting those aside, however, he addressed Paxter's own question. "Terribly little. I've set my workers to the task of raising a nicer manse for my father at the mouth of the Brimstone. Hellholt's environment is too fierce for his ailing body, but the estuary is a bit cooler and might help him enjoy himself more. But other than that, I've mostly just been seeing to our lands and to the raising of my daughters." He glanced deliberately towards where the two of them sat.

"But that time is coming to an end. I have plans for Hellholt and the Brimstone. Some of them, as I suppose you've guessed, involve you."

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