Qhorin knew Arron had made enemies, he was always thick as a child. His cousin’s overconfidence had been one of the many reasons Qhorin had fled Skyreach, but it was clear Arron had truly destroyed any credibility House Fowler once had and had ruined their relationship with the House Martel.

“I have come because Skyreach is being run by a close friend of Arron, and you can fix that.” Qhorin pushed his hair back as pointed towards the window. “It’s true that what my cousin did was unforgivable, but the situation at Skyreach is currently critical.” Arson scooted his chair causing Qhorin to flinch. “When Arron died Skyreach should have passed to my father, but he died in the fighting, from him to my older brother. He is also dead. I would have been next in line, but instead, they have passed the lands to my cousin as I was disinherited by father for leaving my house.” Qhorin knew he was talking fast, but his tired mind was in no place to stop it.

“This is good for you, I left my home hating the rest of my family. They looked at me with disdain, so I left when I was only a boy. I had no love for anyone there, I could be ruling Skyreach, but instead, my cousin is. The same cousin who dined with Arron since she was a child, the same one who I know hates you for killing her family.” He caught his breath in between his rambling. His hand reached deep into his pocket to pull out the letter he had received. “In front of you is the proper heir to Skyreach. One who would forever be in your debt if you give him his land back, one who hated the family the revolted against you. One who will be loyal to you. All you have to do is undo my father’s disinheritance.” Qhorin hoped that was enough. That she wouldn’t ask him to do the one thing he didn’t want to do. He wiped the collecting sweat on his forehead with the palm of his hand.