Marcher Lord, [titles]

Forgive me the insolence of this direct address, but I am in need for a good house for my cousins, sons in all but name, to be raised from boys into knights. Thirteen and eleven they stand, they have seen little of the world other than their home and the decadent city of King's Landing.

Bereft of marriage ties external, my house has yet to recover from rebellion and treason, which for many years has seen my own generation, brothers and cousins, stuck in Massey's Hook. A more typical arrangement between allied houses is therefore impossible. It strikes me then that the Dornish Marches are a land that is different, yet not too distant, where the knights have a well-deserved reputation. Certainly has the Dance given many houses experience at war, it is nowhere ingrained such as in yours.

My heir, Triston, wisdom dictates, must not abandon his worldly pursuits as befits one who is to be a lord. His brother, Aegon, may for our part serve any good knight who is not bereft of loyalty and familial virtue.

I would be most appreciative and in your debt if one or both could serve as squires at your court.

Until we may meet,

Ever Shift Stones

Lord Robert Massey of Stonedance