location: storm's end; battlements - approx. 4 months ago
who: maeric stark + argella baratheon
status: closed for @roseflamed
dire wolves weren't meant to live south of the wall. in the same way, maeric mused as he leaned against the stone wall of the battlement and gazed out over baratheon land, starks weren't meant to wander too far south of the twins. though his trip had been informative and overall he'd been successful in forging new trade agreements and relationships, he was eager to return home.
he couldn't hear the footsteps behind him because of the wind, but he felt the presence of someone joining him at his side. he glanced to his right and offered the lady baratheon a smile and a polite nod.
"i just left a conference with your husband, my lady," he said conversationally, eyes returning to the sea of rich green before him. "a striking man without question, though i feel now by the way you carry yourself and look at me that you are the true stormlord of this holding."
maeric chuckled, his words and laugh carried to argella by the howling gale before being masked to anyone else who may have dared to listen in.
"our common friends found me and let me know you wished to speak to me. you have a proposal?"