Ah Queen Caemryn, it's good to see you again and in such good health too. I haven't seen you since your father's funeral, bless his soul. Alas I have not come here to indulge in past memories, but to speak on behalf of business." He said as he took a seat, and Caemryn gave him an impatient sideways glance. "Yes, yes, blessed, get on with it..."
"I find time to be invaluable so I'll be blunt. I would you to consider giving me a loan. One million ducats would suffice. As for payment, I think you'd like what I have to offer."
Caemryn grabbed the cup of wine that sat in front of her, knowing she'll need it.
"the payment is irrelevant at the moment, Haviir, what is so much money for?" She said, not one to be played for a fool. "What are re you planning because I have a sneaking suspicious that it'll be less the favorable for Valyria."