Snippet #1968957

Harlon Greyjoy

Harlon laughed at his brother's remark. Flea Bottom, hm? Wouldn't that be a welcome surprise to his father. Harlon watched as the men made their way about the ship after Donnel's command. The thought of marriage at his age wasn't something that came to Harlon's mind, but he wasn't actually opposed to the thought. It was just another part of life. A rather important part. Marriage was a good way to create alliances, and meet different people along the way. Wasn't that the point of finding another for Donnel? Wasn't that one of the reasons they were here in the first place? He grinned, knowing good and well there were some attractive young ladies here. That was a motivating factor.

"All in good time, brother," he nodded in response to them both finding wives to bring home. He wouldn't doubt their father working to get them both a secure marriage. Hopefully they wouldn't have to live with a woman who, like their father's and mother's, hated the Greyjoy name. That would certainly make every day long and tedious. Then again, he figured their thoughts on the Greyjoy's wouldn't matter if they were to be married.

Harlon watched as the ship came into the docks, and for the first time, a wave of excitement actually swept through him. He took in a breath of the salty air and smirked at the sight of King's Landing. "But I have the feeling we're all going to be paired up with someone by the end of the day," he sighed, tilting his head slightly. This was almost a game, this Name Day.

Harlon started to walk forward, "Let's also not forget to make a few friends, right, Donnel?" He raised an eyebrow, thinking over the whole situation. He might as well try to form some alliances based on friendship, or something close to it, and not just marriage, in case that ship never set's sail as planned.