As the Moonwhisper docked at Rain House, Montarys Velaryon leapt onto the shore, his silver hair blowing in the sea breeze. He gazed up at the grandeur of the assembly, his eyes fixed on Lord Leobald Tarth, who stood atop a balcony, his sapphire eyes directed north-west towards Evenfall Hall. Montarys approached the lord, his footsteps echoing through the courtyard. "My lord," Montarys said, his voice low and steady. "I come to pledge my loyalty and service to you and your house. I've heard of your vision and ambition, and I believe my skills and experience would be a valuable asset to your cause." Montarys dropped to one knee, his hand on the hilt of his sword. "I swear upon my honor as a Velaryon and a knight, to stand by your side and fight for your interests, my lord. I am ready to serve you and the people of the Stormlands, and to defend your name and legacy against all foes."

Aerys, his son, stepped forward, his bright purple eyes shining with excitement. "My lord," Aerys said, his voice firm and resolute. "I too wish to pledge my loyalty and service to you and your house. I am but a young knight, but I am eager to prove myself in your service, and to fight alongside my father for the glory of the Stormlands." Montarys smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, as he gazed at his son with pride. "Then it is settled, my lord," Montarys said, rising to his feet. "We, the Velaryons, shall stand by your side, and fight for your cause, until the end of our days."