A black gyrfalcon holding a rolled up paper flew onto the windowsill of the Great Council chamber of the Red Keep. Maester Pycelle wobbled over to the bird taking the letter with trembling hands to hand it to Jon Arryn. Jon stared at the wax seal stamp with shock as the sigil of House Targaryen before breaking the seal.
King Robert Baratheon the First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and the Protector of the Realm.
I offer my House support for removing the remaining Targaryen descendants if my House could return to the Seven Kingdoms. On the condition that my family is given Dragonstone as it is my ancestors' historical home from the Doom. If that can be arranged then my family has ties to the Iron Bank of Braavos so that debt you place on the realm will be forgiven. As a sign of good faith, my youngest sister would be betrothed to your youngest child as my brother told me that under no circumstances he will marry someone he hasn't meet. Hope that this letter receives you well.
Members of House Blackfyre
Lady Aelora Blackfyre; my grandmother
Lady Baela Blackfyre; my mother
Lord Rhae Blackfyre; my brother
Lord Aeron Blackfyre; my brother
Lady Aella Blackfyre; my sister.
Lady Jaenara of House Blackfyre
"What does it say?" Stannis asked as he gaze at Jon.
"I must speak with Robert." Jon stood up rolling the letter before exiting the chamber walking past the Iron Throne clenching the letter tightly as he looked for his King. He found that Robert was being intimate with a whore with a slightly annoyed Jaime Lannister guarding the room.
"Tell the King that I wish to speak to him. It's a very serious topic, Ser Jaime." Jon stated. Jaime merely nodded before opening the door letting Jon inside. Jon raised his eyebrow when a prostitute with light red hair and freckles yelp as she stumbled off of Robert. Robert sat up glowering at Jon but Jon merely waved the prostitute out of the room as the girl clumsy put on her dress. Jon was used to Robert's recklessness as he had fostered the king for many years prior Robert's Rebellion.
"This is my private time so why are you here?" Robert demanded. Jon handed the king the letter who raised an eyebrow as Jon took the container holding ale. Jon poured ale into two goblets as Robert looked up at him.
"House Blackfyre controls the Iron Bank of Braavos?" Robert questioned as he took the goblet and drowned it in one large gulp.
"Apparently," Jon sat in one of the chairs as he nursed the ale thoughtfully. "Would you give Dragonstone to the Blackfyres?"
"No," Robert shook his head. "I will give Summerhall but not Dragonstone to those bastards. Even if they are Blackfyres the madness of the Targaryens runs in their veins. Lady Blackfyre is daring to request a marriage between the houses."
"Daring but intelligent. It would give the royal family backing of the Iron Bank. That could pay of the debt we owe to the bank." Jon stated. "It's a bit odd that the Blackfyres have a woman as head of Household."
"Indeed." Robert sighed. "Write to this Lady Jaenara that I accept but I cannot give them Dragonstone but I will give them Summerhall."
"Very well." Jon bowed his head. "I will request the builders to rebuild the summer home so that it will be ready when the Blackfyres arrive."
Robert waved his hand in dismissal as he stared at the letter. Jon exited the Robert's chamber as Varys appeared next to him.
"Varys." Jon greeted politely. He didn't trust the eunuch as the eunuch supported the Targaryens during the Rebellion. Jon didn't wish for another civil war to break out in the kingdom.
"Lord Hand," Varys smiled. "I take it that you informed the king of House Blackfyre's demands?"
Sometimes, Jon didn't like how Varys seemed to hear everything in the capital but the eunuch had merits that Jon uses in very difficult situations. "Yes."
"My bird sang to me that if the King doesn't give into the demands the Blackfyres won't hesitate to destroy the royal family with an iron fist. They also informed me that they have the possession of Dark Sister, Visenya Targaryen's Valyrian steel longsword."
"Troublesome." Jon massaged his forehead then turned to the eunuch. "Excuse me but I must write to the Blackfyres."
"I'll leave you to it, my Lord."
Jon walked away from Varys as he made his way to his chambers. Entering the Tower of the Hand, Jon entered his chambers with a grimace as his wife was nursing their eight year old son. Jon grabbed a quill and paper as he sat down in his solar.
Lady Jaenara of House Blackfyre,
King Robert Baratheon accepts most of the demands but as his brother resides in Dragonstone; he cannot give it to your family but he offers Summerhall once it has been rebuilt. I am to assume you would want a seat in the Great Council of the King as an advisor to the king. I hope this letter sees you well.
Jon Arryn; Hand of the King and Lord Paramount of the Eyrie.
Jon Arryn sealed it with the wax seal of the King and handing the letter to his squire. His squire immediately left to send the letter to Lady Jaenara. Jon hopes that this decision wouldn't end in horrendous outcome.