This was perhaps the most nervous Rodrik had been in his life, more so than the first time he played the finger dance, more than the first voyage he took as a captain, more so than meeting his father once again. All because of a girl, well a woman in truth, not that it would be any better in the eyes of an Ironborn, if any could tell what he was feeling he would be laughed off the dock he stood upon. But Rodrik was always good at hiding his feelings, his true thoughts, his smile was plastered on his face as he waited for the ship to arrive. A ship carrying something more precious and more important to his plans than anything else he had. A ship carrying his betrothed, Myrcella Lannister.
He was dressed in fine black silk shirt, and well made cloth pants also in black, embroidered upon his shirt was the golden kraken of his house. A pair of fine leather boots and a very well made sealskin cloak completed his ensemble. All parts of his clothing were designed to not be too finely made, he was an Ironborn after all, and it would do well for his betrothed to remember it. But the well made clothes still showed that he was not the same as all the other Ironborn on these rocks. He was a different type, more green-lander than most, but yet still with a core of iron and salt.
It was not long before the ship was clearly visible, standing out amongst the collection of ships making up the Iron fleet, the Lannister sails a stark contrast to the black and gold of the Greyjoy. His heart jumped at the sight, eager to lay eyes on the beauty of Casterly Rock, and just as eager to further his goals, but on the outside he kept his mostly calm exterior, apart from the ever present smile, and his eyes scanning the ship slowly as it pulled into the dock. He strode down the dock to meet it, not hurrying but neither did he walk slowly, he wanted to be there to greet his betrothed as she stepped onto Pyke, certain that she would have at least some misgivings, the feud between the Lannisters and the Greyjoys was legendary for a reason.
He bowed low with a smile as his betrothed stepped onto the docks before looking back up as he straightened and spoke "Welcome to Pyke my lady, I trust your travel was not overly taxing? I know the seas can be rather rough in this season". His smile only widened as he took her in, the rumours were certainly true, she was an absolute vision, certainly more beautiful than the women to be found on the islands. And even when compared to the many women he had known across the narrow sea, she was something special, the Lannister look was certainly there. He gestured to the servant next to him as he spoke once more "If your men wish to stay my servant will find them suitable accommodations nearby, and the dock master will ensure that your supplies are adequately replaced" He was not certain how to act with her yet, but was hoping his concern for her families men would come across well, he doubted that even Lannister sailors would be too soon to leave the first piece of land they have been on in some time, even if that is Greyjoy land.
He stepped back slightly to allow Myrcella a greater view of the docks and of Pyke, what of it you can see from this piece of land of course, certain it was not at all as impressive as many other places she had seen, but hoping it would not be a disappointment. "If you would like my lady it would be my honour to take you to your room, I am sure you would be tired and wishing for a chance to settle in?" he tilted his head slightly as he asked, hoping she would accept so he could be in her presence for just a little longer, and secretly worrying he was making mistakes. Interacting with high born ladies was certainly not his forte, but he had some experience in more diplomatic interactions than most that could be found on Pyke.