The Iron Throne: South

[Chancellor Tanterterg]

A Declaration of Allegiance

The realm is in chaos and treasonous tyrants such as the False King Viserys (known to most as The Beggar King) and the bastard Tommen Lannister continue to threaten the rule of law, but the North and the Vale remain dedicated to seeing Westeros united under the King it deserves.  The King it needs to lead it through these darkest of days.  House Stark and House Arryn hereby declare for Edric Storm the King of Westeros, the one true King of Westeros.

X Lord Petyr of House Baelish, Warden of the West, Lord Regent Consort of the Vale, Lord Paramount of the Westerlands, Lord of Casterly Rock, and Master of Coin

X Robb Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North

[Chancellor Tanterterg]

To all the southern Lords and Kings,

A dark threat is descending upon us all. The Long Night is coming, and the dead come with it. We do not come to conquer, rape and pillage. We merely seek safety.

I ask you to set aside your squabbles and turn your eyes northward, before the night swallows us all.

Wildling Savage,

I have received your message and while it is little more than the ravings of a barbarian, most like, I fear I must confess that it has captured my interest.  You are quite right that a dark threat is descending upon Westeros.  My Petyr was taken from me and his death is truly a great loss for every man, woman, and child on Planetos.  Even soulless savages such as yourself...  I can only assume that his brutal murder is the metaphorical long night to which you refer and I promise you that your barbarian hordes can rest easy knowing that my Petyr's murder will be avenged.  

However, I fear there is no place for your kind in the Vale.  Mayhaps you won't rape, pillage, or conquer, but you never said you wouldn't abduct newborn children from their cribs and put a Wildling impostor in its place to be raised by the unsuspecting parents, murder indiscriminately, or drink the blood of small children the way civilized men consume wine.  You may think you can fool me with your fancy five dragon words, but we're too clever for such tricks here in the Eyrie.  Your kind will never set foot in the Vale.  Never!  Never!  Never!  NEVER!  

Lysa of House Arryn, Lady Regent of the Eyrie