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[Hypnos]

Riverrun, The Riverlands, Westeros


"Don't worry lad, there was no harm done, though I expect you to never repeat such words, especially not to your grandmother, she shall certainly not take them as a lightly as I have and I have little doubt that should she get wind of such things she'll clout you so hard around the ear that you won't be able to sleep for days" He let out a smile, his wife was an intimidating woman and one that you would do best to stay on the good side of, there were even rumours around the castle that she was the one who truly ran the Riverlands and there was definitely some truth to them though he would never admit such things in her presence. "Sparring is a fine use of your time and I am sure that you shall excel at it, you are your father's son after all" Walder sighed walking away from the table, his leg paining him drastically, he would have to ask the maester to look at it for him before he left, though right now he had more pressing matters to attend to.

 

[General_warNpeace]

Adele: Riverrun, The Riverlands, Westeros


Adele couldn't stop himself from cringing at the thought of what his grandmother would do should she catch wind of his words. I have no doubt I'll be lucky to come out of that encounter without being deaf. Worse would be her disappointment in me. Kings Landing isn't worth enduring that. Adele had much respect for the fierce woman he had the pleasure to call his grandmother. Even more respect then he held for his mother, though he would never tell her such. After all the woman was still his mother. Straightening he nodded to his grandfather." Of course Lord Grandfather. Hopefully, we can talk more of it before you are due to leave for the coronation."


Following his Grandfathers example Adele left the dining hall intent on returning to his rooms. I better began thinking of way's to make up for my behavior should my Grandmother find out.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Ravenna Stark, Winterfell

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Ravenna Stark stood, feet planted firmly, wooden practice sword held infront of her in both hands, fingers tightly gripping it, eyeing the lordling across from her, brushing a few strands of her black hair out from over her eye. He looked smug, something that didn't particularly surprise her. She eyed his stance, noting a few flaws in the way he carried his blade, although she said nothing on it. He carried his blade just like every other Knight would've, not how she had been taught. He held it straight, ready in a defensive stance.... but the sort that showed he clearly only expected one form of attack. Although he had been eager to "put her in her place" earlier, she could see the doubt flickering in his eyes at her wolfish grin, and the way an all-too-sympathetic looking crowd was beginning to show up. She had taken off her bardiche and armor, setting them down against a wall so that she could "Properly duel" the young lordling.


"What is it, Ravenna? Are you too scared to fight a real man, instead of one of these commoner soldiers?" he asked, gesturing towards the gathered onlookers with some smug smirk. Suddenly, she advanced, raising her blade into the air, charging forward. He smirked, knowing that it was a foolish tactic, as he raised his own blade to block her clumsy strike. The overly enthusiastic swing would put her off balance, and perfectly open for a strike. She must've been an idiot not to see it herself. She stepped closer, beginning to move her blade........ and her knee swung up with incredible speed, smashing right between his legs. His blue eyes widened, and he let out a squeak, his wooden sword clattering to the ground. "T-that-," he stuttered, before her fist crashed into his nose, the force blasting him off his feet, sending him into the dirt with a rather graceless "Oomf!"


The Stark woman burst into loud, raucous laughter at the sight of that prissy little nobleman on the floor, sobbing, hands clutched over his crotch. "Oh yeah, ye really put me in my place, didn't ye?" she chuckled, letting out a snort. "My place is on top, little shit. Remember that," she said with a grunt, before she turned away, a prideful grin stretched across her face. She pulled her armor back on, feeling the same comfort as ever as the material slipped over her body, and the same strength as she picked up the bardiche, slinging it over her back.


"My lady Ravenna!" she heard a voice cry out, and saw a guardsman approaching her. "Need somethin'?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at the man;s out-of-breath state, giving him a moment to compose himself. "Y-your cousin, Timos, has been spotted up by the covered bridge!" The Lady gave him a clap on the soldier, a wide, twisted grin, and a "Thanks lad," before she had turned and was off, storming across the courtyard.

Ravenna Stark felt quite thoroughly pissed, and it was a little obvious as she trudged through the Winterfell courtyard in full lamellar armor, bardiche on her back. She never went anywhere without arms and armor, always ready for a fight. The gear and weapon had belonged to her old friend, the Winterfell Master of Arms. After his death, she had taken the Bardiche for her fight with the Bear, but no one seemed to mind her having it, so she took the old man's armor as well. Everyone saw it as strange, the bardiche and armor, and it could be evident that they had not come from Westeros, as no one on the continent used such weapons, nor any Essoi nation they knew of. Even the Maester had tried to look into the equipment's past to find its origin, but had failed. Ravenna herself didn't care much however. The lamellar protected her well enough, and the Bardiche was a weapon unlike any she had ever seen. She felt like she had a strange sense of purpose when holding it that he just couldn't explain.


She turned her eye from right to left, taking in the entirety of the courtyard, looking for her cousin as she walked towards the steps that would lead up to the covered bridge. They were supposed to leave a few hours ago, but Timos had been absent for that announcement, and Ravenna had sent their guards on ahead to begin the journey, knowing that she and Timos could catch up.... once she found him that was. She bounded up the steps, entering the covered bridge, only to find no one but a simple servant. "Timos fuckin' Stark!" she bellowed, her ever-present snarling expression deepening. "We're supposed to be leavin' for the Red City fuckin' yesterday!" She let out a frustrated sigh, hearing no response, until the servant approached her, gesturing with her frail hand towards a small crowd of people, where she could see her cousin's dark red hair, standing out. She nodded, giving an exasperated "Thanks," before turning away and running back down the steps. She snarled, moving briskly into the crowd, people parting before her, before she clamped a hand down on her cousin's shoulder. "Yer uncle said we were supposed to go to the Red City today, remember Timos? If ye didn't disappear again, maybe we could've caught ye and been off already. Now c'mon, we've got to ride pretty damn fast if we hope to get there on time," she grumbled, practically dragging Timos along with her towards the stables, where she let go of his hand so that she could mount her horse. She had named it Bear, out of memory of the Bear she had fought with. Some might see it as a strange name, but considering how the Stallion fought anyone who tried to ride him, Ravenna saw it as a fitting name. She slung herself up onto his back, giving the back of his maple brown head a pat. She watched Timos ascend onto his own mount, before she gave the reigns a jerk, and Bear launched himself out of the stable, and began trotting towards the South Gate. She passed under it, and then the second gate, giving a wave to the guards on watch, although she couldn't see if it was returned. She let out a contented sigh, feeling the cold of Winter bite her as she left the warmth of Winterfell behind, beginning to make way towards the Kingsroad, her horse's hooves plodding through the light snow. "Well Timos," she sighed, "Mother and Father won't be goin' to the Red City, so we're goin' instead. And if they ask when we get back, I wore a dress like those fuckin' Southron ladies, got it?" she asked with a friendly grin, showing she wasn't upset about him being late. "Do that, and I won't crawl up yer ass like Father and your personal Guardsman do, deal?" she offered, holding her chain mail mitten out for him to shake, her hazel eye upon his eyes.
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[General_warNpeace]

Timos: Winterfell


Damn, she caught up to me sooner then I expected. Timos thought grumpily as he looked up toward the owner of the hand clasping his shoulder and into his cousins snarling face. He had hoped she would send his guard after him so he could have some more fun. He had no time to form a comeback to her words as he found himself being dragged to the stables and had to concentrate on getting his footing less he fall. Huffing when he was finally released he patted his horse on the snout in greeting as he followed his cousins example and ascended his own mount. She is a Dornish Sand Steed that is white in color with a bright red mane and her name is Zuguksy which is fear in High Valyrian. He named her in honor of the man who gave her to him before he left Bravos. A traveler he had befriended who spoke many tongues and upon their first meeting frightened him because of his tall stature. Timos never thought to question him on the history of how the man gained a Dornish Sand Steed and never even gained him name. He just called himself 'a man' so Timos followed suit. He found himself thankful for the horse many times since then as she reminded him of his home even though she was likely bred in Dorne. She had the free spirit of a Braavosi which anyone who wasn't Timos learned when they attempted to ride her. Then again he never did teach them the signals they needed to ride her.


Getting comfortable in the saddle he tapped Zugusky on the neck three times and she began following his cousin and her own steed. The light horse quickly catching up to the stallion. Timos shivered as the cold air bit his face and pulled up the hood of his heavy fur cloak that he constantly wore and lowered his face against the cold. Luckily there was a fur blanket under Zugusky's saddle so the horse would not be affected to badly by the cold. I must thank the stable boy when we get back. When his cousin spoke he lifted his head toward her voice but kept his face from facing the wind his bravoosi accent was thick from the cold. "Deal. Though you are going to at least try to wear a dress once during our visit so it won't be a total lie, yes? "

 

[Spacing Out]

Princess Kuvira

Kuvira could not sleep. Her mind was racing and her eyes seemed not to close. She found herself like this at times. drfiting in and out of reality. She heard the door open in her chamber, which caused her to arise quickly." Is something wrong?" She asked to the two guards."Princess Kuvira your father is... Dead." Kuvira eyes widened almost stunned at the report, she noticed this before going back to her calm expression. She nodded slightly, "oh I see... Thank you for informing me. I'll see to it that I say my final farewell to the king... Thank you." She said watching the guards leave closing the door behind her.


Her eyes began to swell with tear as she slowly collasped onto the nearest chair. She was Vociferous, Her father , the only one she truly felt accepted her for who she was. Madness and all. The things she tried to conceal. It will be hard to trust the same way she did with him, especially her sisters who she felt was conspiracing against her at times, even more when she takes up the throne as-.


Her started to wipe off her shedding,salty tears before raising up. Her father let his insanity get the best of him and she didn't plan to do the same fore her own. She will have to contain it for a while longer. If she didn't, she wasn't aware of what she was capable of. She was destined to rule, it was her birthright and she would make it clear to the world as she has done before. She laid down on the bed glancing up at the ceiling. Countdown til queen as begun.


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"You two flatter me too much." She said smiling though her hearted yearned for this relationship to be real, she knew it couldn't be so. She let them covered, although she let knee how they truly felt about her coronation. She decided to act oblivious to the matter it was smarter than confronting them about it especially at this time.




She didn't speak a word until Area mentioned Daenna's dress. "The does suit you Daenna, blue complements you." She said genuinely. Today was suppose to be her special day but it didn't feel that way in her head. Maeryn's death was still taking its toll while she almost felt anxious about everyone around her. She turned towards her youngest sister, the one she tried to talk to since Area put her on edge at times. Though she was distant towards her sisters she always tried to have at least a good relationship between them, so she could persuade herself to feel confident about them. "So are you planning to start your travels soon? I know that its your dream and I wouldn't want it to be interfere because of all... This."
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[General_warNpeace]

Deanna: The Red Keep, King's Landing


"Thank you Kuvira. " Deanna acknowledged the compliment her sister bestowed upon her with a warm smile. She truly did adore her sisters, even arrogant Aerea, but as she grew that adoration she once held for them as a little girl was pushed to the side as the more their ego's grew so did their own forms of madness. So eventually she found herself constantly holding them at arm's length, along with their father. After all if you let a dragon to close you risk getting burned. "I am hopeful that once you are secured as Queen and Westeros grows used to your rule that the whispers of rebellions will quiet down. Thus allowing me to start my travels. I am particularly excited about traveling to Essos. I will be sure to send back many gifts for you and Aerea. "

 

[Spacing Out]

princess Kuvira

'If only it was that simple.' Rebellion won't go away quietly without government control. She would gave to end conflicts especially with the baratheon because of their father's irrational decision to excute the leader for reasons never to be mentioned. Seemed almost like everyone was against her but she had to maintain it. It would be her duty as queen to do so.


She covered her thoughts with a nod followed by a wide grin. "Yes i have heard of the splendures of Essos... I'm sure I will be able to handle tthe houses long enough for that to occur. So Do not fret sister,your happiness is an objective in my list." Kuvira loved her sisters, not trusted. But felt obligated to show them compassion even in her hardships since she was the eldest.She wondered why her relationship with Aera couldn't be the same as Daenna's. Area was clearly the black sheep in the flock,so obsessed with the throne that it seemed to cloud her perceptive towards Kuvira, they became Long rivals since her desired occurred but instead of weapons. Kuvira decided to kill her with kindness, seemed more of a suitable way to do it.



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[General_warNpeace]

Deanna: The Red Keep, King's Landing


"Thank you sister." Deanna acknowledge the weight behind Kuvira's words, though they were useless. Deanna had no desire to go explore the rest of the world while the place she grew up in was in the middle of a war. A war her family was in the middle of. It wasn't just the matter of protecting of her family but of also protecting their families throne. In the future she hopes to have children and she wants them to know that there is a kingdom to protect them and love them should they desire it. First however, she need's to help secure the throne and after that hopefully she can find a way to cure her families madness while in Essos. This way they have a chance to make the people love them instead of loath them. I just hope that my fears of what I must do to accomplish such a thing do not come to fruition. Smiling to hide her worried thoughts Deanna spoke after sipping at her juice." However, I don't like the thought of leaving you two to face the war to come. I have no doubt in the strength of our armies but I also have no doubt that our enemies have their own armies. Some as large or larger then ours. Or they have other advantages. I don't think I could rest well in Essos knowing this."

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

King's Landing, Crownlands, Westeros

The Dragon Gate. It made for a very ornate sight; one that couldn't come close to being matched by the city beyond it. As the party rode towards it, the man who seemed to be in charge stepped forward with a raised arm. He looked vigilant, but ever so slightly bored. Trevir couldn't exactly blame him.


"House Arryn? State your business." the man called, more out of formality than anything else.


"The Queen's Coronation." Trevir called back. Almost instantly, the Goldcloak Captain waved for the gate to be opened. That was a surprisingly painless business, for which Trevir was grateful. He'd have died of sheer boredom if they'd had to stand there waiting for something to happen.


The gates creaked open slowly, revealing the city of King's Landing beyond, which was just as lacking a sight as Trevir had imagined. The group rode through the gates, and the gate slammed shut behind them again. Now they could fully appreciate King's Landing. The people, the sights, the- ugh, the smell. There was a vague stench of civilisation.


Gelgin rode up past Trevir and Ser Jares, his horse's hooves clattering on the cobbles. On his right was Lady Laura Arryn, and flanking those two were two knights of the household. The rest of the party came closer together and more compact, on some unspoken signal. Then they rode off, Gelgin leading them through the streets without saying anything. There was no silence, however. Around them, the city bustled and got on with its day-to-day business, while the other members of the train talked amongst each other.


Trevir glanced around him at the city, taking it all in. It was certainly something to see. Smoke rose in numerous columns throughout the city, and three hills dominated the landscape. The nearest one, he recalled, was the Hill of Rhaenys. He leaned over to Ser Jares beside him, who was similarly taking in the city. "Truly, King's Landing is a rat warren disguised as a city." Trevir told him, and the two chuckled quietly.

 

[Spacing Out]

princess Kuvira

Kuvira took a sip from her goblet before adjusting herself in her seat. She seemed more confident as she said."I am very much aware of that but it's about stratergy... Even the greatest army can fall if they don't know how to use what they have." She felt very capable of taking care of the conflicts on her own. She did have an unhealthy amount of self confidence, a flaw of hers of course but was beneficial sometimes. One of Kuvira's lady in waiting approached her and whispered in her ear.


Kuvira turned back to Daenna before standing up. "My time to converse eith has sadly run out, I must get ready for the coronation." She said before standing up "I will see you when the time comes." She departed with her close servants behind her.
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[SirDerpingtonIV]

Ravenna Stark, Outside Winterfell



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She let out a sigh, rolling her hazel eye in her cousin's direction. "Fuck that, little cos. I don't wear dresses and ye should know that," she said with a chuckle, before frowning, scratching the back of her head, thinking. "Actually, fuck that," she said, gesturing to the lamelar armor she wore. "This is my dress," she said, patting the material, a crooked grin stretched across her face. "Now that I've worn a dress, are you satisfied?" she asked teasingly, chuckling, before she dug her heels into Bear's sides, causing him to speed up. "C'mon now Tomis! Let's see if your tiny Dornish horse can keep pace with Bear! We do have to catch up to everyone else you know!" she hollered, laughing, before she and Bear raced into a gallop, quickly pulling away from Tomis. "C'mon, show yer cousin what ye learned while ye were over that Narrow Sea!" She knew in her heart that the little Dornish Horse, which Tomis named Zuguksy, would overcome Bear eventually, as Bear wasn't quite able to keep up the pace for too long. However, she knew that they would be able to catch up if they moved at an accelerated pace, at the very least.

 

[TheFordee20]

The Red Keep, King's Landing


They entered King's Landing through The Rive Gate. Filicity immediately noticed an awful stench the moment she were welcomed into the city. Maybe I should've rode in the carriage after all.


They were greeted by a young Kingsguard by the name of Ser Gale Corbray, and a host of men who were apart of The City Watch. Commonfolk crowded around their host, chanting and chatting about how The Tyrells were 'saviors'. The Reach, along with The Riverlands, provided most of the wheat and grain to King's Landing. This gave almost every house from The Reach a boost in social status with the city's peasants.


"Lord Hollis. Follow The Goldcloaks and they'll guide you through the city, till you reach The Red Keep." Ser Gale stated as he sat atop of his creamy-white horse.


Slowly, The Goldcloaks led Filicity and her father's men up the streets- filled with human sewage. They finally arrived at The Red Keep; and Filicity unhorsed Wither. A duo of stable boys took her away along with all of the other horses The Reach had brought with them to the capital. Eveleen and Hallie had exited their carriage and were talking with one another by a small pathway leading to a garden.


"Filicity!" Eveleen yelled as Filicity began to walk over to the pair. "Yes?" Filicity said, softly. "Will you walk Hallie to the courtyard whilst I go get ready? She wants to see where everything is being set up for the event."


Filicity nodded, but she didn't really want to go skip through a courtyard after such a long journey from Highgarden. "I'd love to, but I fear Hallie and I would get lost."


Hallie giggled at that.


"No need to worry, I'll keep the two of you company." A voice said. Adair. Hallie smiled a bright smile. "If the two ladies do not mind, of course." He said smugly.


A young handmaiden called for Eveleen. "I'll be with you in a moment." Eveleen replied with a wave of her fingers. "I'll see you when the ceremony begins." She said before kissing Hallie's cheek and flitting away to follow her handmaiden.


Hallie began to stroll down the pathway to the courtyard, with Filicity and Adair close behind her.


"May I hold your arm, m'lady?" Adair asked her. He prepared to link his arm with Filicity's, but, she pulled her arm away from his reach.


"I rather not have you touch me." Filicity said, she flashed him a fake smile.


Adair chuckled.


"Am I that bad?" He asked her, he used his hand to brush his auburn hair back.


"Worse." Filicity said, half-jokingly. She could tolerate Adair in small doses, but if they talked too much she'd just get the urge to hit him with something.


When the finally got the courtyard, it was half packed with people already. Hallie pointed at a canopied area in the middle of the yard where the queen and her closest advisers would sit through out the festivities. Hallie soon ran off with a bunch of children wearing Lannister colours. "Looks like the Lannisters have arrived early. Probably trying to get in the new queen's favor." Adair said as he sat at a table that had been put by a fountain. Filicity didn't listen to him, she just watched Hallie as she played with the younglings.

 

[Hypnos]

King's Landing, The Crownlands, Westeros.


The city of King's Landing was truly a beautiful place, a fact undeniable even by those who despised it, its walls proudly looming over all in its wake, casting a great shadow upon the faces of those that approached and giving brief respite from the sweltering summer heat, something for which the Tully party was extremely thankful, the Lords of the Riverlands having ridden miles so as not to miss the coronation, Lord Walder especially feeling the strain of their travels, the elderly man's bones creaking along with the movement of his horse, paining him greatly. He would be glad to see the end of their journey and smiled happily as the dragon gate grew ever closer, drawing his great destier to a halt.


"Who would enter the City of King's Landing" Came a booming voice from the battlement, a custom, Walder suspected, though an unnecessary one, any man worthy of his position could clearly see the bright and colourful banners that the party held aloft, the silver trout of Tully dancing merrily upon the wind.


"Lord Walder Tully and party" Came the reply, Walder yelling so as to be heard over the noises of the bustling city within the walls "Come to pay respects to the dearly deceased king and to celebrate the coronation of Queen Kuvira Targaryen, first of her name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. I request entrance to the city" A mere few seconds past before the sound of tumblers could be heard, churning and turning before the great wooden gate was opened, a couple of men scattering from the battlements to address the incoming Lords.


"Welcome to the capital Lord Tully, may I take your horse" asked a small stable boy, no older than five and ten, reaching out his hands for the reigns of Walder's mighty stallion, a fine beast and one raised in the vast pastures of Stone Hedge, though it was getting on in years, it was a wedding present from Barba, Walder recalled, shaking his head at the boys offer, intending to dismount only when he reached the peak of Aegon's Hill, and has served me well since the day we married, perhaps I should retire the poor animal, if age has done to it what it has done to me I cannot imagine it surviving another trip like that.


Lord Walder made the rest of the trip in silence, the uphill ride to the Red Keep like hell for his leg though he did not stop, determined to get to the castle by nightfall so that he could rest in a real feather bed, not one of those terrible flea bottom taverns, I am going to die here he thought gloomily as he looked up the steep hill, examining the way left to go, sighing before continuing his journey.

 

[General_warNpeace]

Deanna: The Red Keep, King's Landing


"Goodbye sister." Deanna greeted Kuvira farewell as she watched her depart. Drinking the last of her juice Deanna stood and made her own way into the castle turning and twisting through the many halls of Castle, down the long hall that led opened to the court yard. Already she could hear the voices of the nobles that has already arrived. Making sure her dress wasn't dirty and her sword was still in its place on her hip like always Deanna finally walked through the door and was immediately surrounded by people as children ran past and grown ups gossiped and schemed on the side lines. Breathing out softly as she gathered herself she straightened and put on a polite mask as she stepped toward the closest group of people. Immediately her silver hair caught their attention and she began the long process of properly greeting all the nobles in the yard and welcoming any new arrivals her ears stretched to capture any whispers. It was expected for a member of the hosting family to meet and greet all the guest after all. As the youngest of the sisters the duty fell to her on such an occasion. Luckily, the mood lightened soon and the girl who's honor he had defended blushed and giggled as she served them for the rest of the night. Her dutiful attention to him in particular caused much teasing from the others and his cheeks were red until he finally passed out in his own tent.


Tomas: Kings Road


Laughing at his cousin's play Tomas whistled sharply and immediately Zuguksy began to gallop faster following the larger horse. He didn't bother urging her into a full gallop as they had plenty of time to catch up to the rest of the group and, as Zugusky's beat his cousin's horse in stamina, they would catch up to them as well. They ran for what seemed like hours, Tomas catching up with Ravenna in that time, through snow and forest before catching up to their company where they had began making camp for the night. An early snow was coming. They were greeted merrily and their horses quickly taken to be tended to as warm drinks were placed in their hands. Laughing at one of the jokes their guards said Tomas happily drank his fill until he was nice and cosie. The only time the mood turned somber for the rest of the night was when Tomas personally sent one of their guards into the snow outside the tent they were occupying after he tried to hit a servant girl for accidentally spilling his drink. As he was from a place where there was no slavery and servants were treated fairly Tomas loathed when Servants where mistreated here in Westeros.


Time skip a week


Galloping ahead of the group as he spotted the Dragons gate into Kings Landing Tomas was the first to arrive and gazed at the large ignoring the man that cam forward to greet him with his questions. Instead he waited for the rest of the party to approach before turning to the eye to the man and could see he was getting annoyed at being ignored by the red flush to his face. Arching a brow Tomas smirked finding the color suited the balding man. "Yes?"


Glaring at the insolent brat before him who stared at him from beneath a fur cloak the head guard of the dragons gate gritted his teeth as he repeated his question. It was only the Stark crest on the kids saddle that stopped him. " What is your business here House Stark?"

 

[WanderingJester]

Red Keep, King's Landing, Crownlands.





Of all the parties arriving, the Lannister Convoy was one of the largest. That being said, they were a bit early, so the largest might still to come.


The two carriages were surrounded by armed guards, as well as the men that chose to ride in the open air alongside them. For over a hundred men strong, the convoy actually made good timing traveling from Casterly Rock. Perhaps it was the discipline drilled into the men from the war a few years ago, or the presence of their Lord but also being under the gaze of their commanders, but everyone from the Lionguard Knights to the men at arms acted with strict professionalism as they made what was normally a week and a half journey in just under six days, reaching the Gate of the Gods ahead of schedule.


Martyn, armored, had originally frowned when he saw that some of his younger cousins and even nephews and nieces were accompanying them on the journey. Having all of the Lannister's main branch was enough to make security a difficult prospect (Celena had already complaint twice about not being about to ride in the open air like the male members of the large House and its branches), but he had to actually fight off a headache as he saw the enthusiasm of the children when they first boarded the carriages. At the very least Tiber insisted that they be inside, rather than allow them to ride out in the open. There might be a lot of guards, but that just made the convoy a bigger target. Still, he had to agree with his older brother: the children made Leanne and Celena happy, and that should be reason enough to bring them along.


Now, as the yellow cloaks waved them through, the Mountain Lion couldn't help but think how differently this entrance could be had their late father still lived. Tytos would have had the city guards announce their entrances, and insisted that all of his children rode outside beside him, even Tiber. Of course Martyn would be at his father's right hand and Celena on the left, with the eldest son trailing behind. They would make their way to the Red Keep slowly, and Tytos would enjoy every jealous pair of eyes from the pauper and the hungry around him. The man was a vain craven, and he could not have missed the opportunity to flaunt his wealth and status in front of those less fortunate than he was.


Now? Tiber hadn't done any of that. With a few kind words and a smile that could melt stone, the man's crafted appearance came from years of practice and usage. Handing over a dragon each to the head guard both at the gate and the one escorting them, he made sure the convoy made for the keep at a steady pace, doing his best to flash that carefully crafted jovial demeanor at those that had gathered to watch the convoy move by on top of the dirt and muddy streets of King's Landing. The ladies and children were out of sight from the public in carriages, which Martyn was glad about; for every pair of eyes that admired the Lannister convoy, another was filled with hate as they glared at the Lion's soldiers and family members outside. Their father had made many enemies of the lowborn while he still lived as the Hand.


Soon the escorts and family members finally reached the Red Keep itself, and Martyn gave a look at his friend Tidus. Ser Tidus had fought beside Martyn many times during the Tarbeck-Reynes Rebellion and was made a commander within the Lionsguard. He gave a nod back to the Mountain Lion, signalling the all clear before moving to inspect the last of the troops passing into the Keep. Martyn got off his horse and went to his brother, who just handed off his mount to the keep's stablemaster. Tiber smiled and clapped him on the shoulder plate.


"Smile a little brother! We're at the center of all things important in Westeros. King's Landing! The City of Power!" With that the two headed over to the carriages. That's what I'm afraid of, Martyn thought as the doors to the carriage opened and those inside exited. A servant from the castle came to escort them to the courtyard garden, where their hosts waited for their guests. Letting the servants handle the luggage, the family made their way towards their destination, while Martyn gave another nod to Tidus, who acknowledged him. Leanne had already taken the arm of her betrothed, and together they led the group forward. Martyn felt a tug on his arm as well, and found Celena smiling at him while taking his arm.


"Shall we go brother?" Martyn couldn't help but smile back.


"Of course." Together they went to the courtyard.


When they arrived, the children, much to the chagrin of their parents, quickly ran off to play and mingle amongst themselves. Tiber and Leanne began to move around, mingling with the guests and acting like a well trained unit of troops on the battlefield. Celena, along with her handmaidens, excused herself to find something cool to drink. Martyn stood to the side, feeling somewhat awkward at the moment, when Tidus walked up next to him. Together they surveyed the party as they talked in a low voice, never looking at each other.


"We've got patrols around the perimeter of the garden. We're the largest contingent here, so if there's any trouble we should have the numbers on our side."


"I hope to the Seven there won't be. A hundred's not nearly enough for us to fight our way out of the city," Martyn commented.


"Things will be fine. Nearly every major family in Westeros will be here. To try something now would be paramount of foolishness," Tidus replied.


"Since when are people not foolish?"


"Point taken. Don't look now, but the Tyrell party just arrived. The guards also commented that the Arryns just arrived along with the Tullys and the Starks aren't far behind them." Martyn looked over to the edge of the courtyard, and sure enough, the green and yellow clothing flashed as the first of the Tyrells entered, along with their own guards to mingle with the various members of highborn society in Westeros. Martyn shifted as he leaned against a wall, allowing his two handed broadsword as well as the shield that went with the longsword at his side to settled better on his back.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Ravenna Stark, King's Landing



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Ravenna sighed with open disgust as she saw King's Landing. Well... in truth, she smelt it and heard it before she saw it. Smell of shit and poverty, and the sound of bustling city life. She visibly cringed, shaking her head, wondering why Timos would've wanted to go running ahead. But none the less, she supposed he was excited about all the shit he could go climbing over. As she and the other guardsmen approached the gate, she peered up, holding a hand over her eye to keep the light from bothering it too much, but still allowing her to see the Goldcloak guardsman questioning her cousin. She scowled, riding up to the two of them, eyeing the guardsman from under her helm. He was balding, old, and rather plump from what she could tell. Red-faced too, scowling at Timos. "House Stark, she began, in a thick Northern accent, "Is here cuz we were invited to the corronation of Queen Kuvira Targaryen." she continued, keeping an intense gaze trained on the guard. She could see his eyes widen in shock at her appearance, and she had to fight to keep a grin off her face, or to prevent herself from simply hitting him.


"But... where is the Lord and Lady of House Stark?" the Goldcloak inquired, raising an eyebrow, practically quivering in his boots as Ravenna leaned a little closer, staring at him with her one hazel eye.





"My father is currently ill, so much so that he is unable to leave his bed. My mother is with him," she explained. "I am Ravenna Stark, and this is Timos Stark. We are here to represent House Stark. My parents send their apologies for being unable to show up," she said, the formalities hanging to her tongue. At this point, the guard was simply nodding, hollering back to his fellows to open the gate. She watched the ancient wooden gates creak open, eyeing the old dragons carved into the panels. She let out a bored sigh, leading Bear through the gate, hearing the padding of her guards' hooves behind her.


The trip through King's Landing was short and unpleasantly smelly. Ravenna was too tired to take in any of the city's sights, and simply kept her eyes glued straight ahead of her until they had passed under the Gates of the Red Keep, and were approaching the stables. Some stable boy approached, offering to take Ravenna's steed, although he noticeably avoided eye contact. She simply grunted in response, sliding off Bear, letting out a sigh to feel herself standing on her own two feet once more. She simply nodded to Timos and her guardsmen, "Ye are all free, I don't plan on makin' any sort of statement with the lot of ye," before making her way towards the Grand Hall. However, halfway there, she stopped, simply realizing that all the nobles had gathered inside of the courtyard. She saw the Lannisters and Tyrells already present, only identifiable to her by their red clothing. She had never met anyone from any of the other Major Houses, so she didn't particularly have any pre-existing judgements upon them. She approached a Lannister in red, leaning against a wall with a broadsword and shield. "Greetin's Lannister," she said with a grin and a bit of a clumsy bow. She blinked her hazel eye, examining him for a moment, wondering how good he was in a fight. "I'd be Ravenna Stark," she introduced with a grin, although the plain grey direwolf embroidered onto her lamelar armor might have given away the House she belonged to before she even said it.

 

[General_warNpeace]

Timos: Kings Landing


This place smell's like shit. Timos wrinkled his nose as they galloped through Kings Landing. Why would any one fight to rule this place? If they were smart they would at least move their Castle to a place that smells better. Well at least they have plenty of things to climb and I'm sure I can find a way to cause some trouble. You know without causing a war. Shrugging Timos slid off Zugusky as they arrived and allowed the horse to be taken away by a stable boy. Looking around at all the arrogant nobles Timos instantly felt uncomfortable and out of place. Sure if he tried to he could always blend in easily but he would still be uncomfortable.Glad that the Stark crest wasn't sown on any of his clothes Timos decided not to stick around at the Red Keep and slipped back into town. I am sure that my dear cousin can keeps things together for a moment while I take care of business. Its about time to scratch off a few of those names.

 

[WanderingJester]

Red Keep, King's Landing, Crownlands.


When an armored woman began heading in Martyn's direction, Tidus leaned over and whispered, "The Northern She-Bear." When the Lady Stark finally stopped in front of Martyn, her stance gave away her strength more so than the direwolf embroidered armor and bardiche on her. This one was dangerous, and knew how to handle herself in a fight, unlike half the idiots that called themselves knights these days. At her clumsy bow he returned the gesture, though much more smoothly. "Martyn Lannister, my Lady Stark." Straighten back up, he noticed that Tidus had already made himself scarce, which made Martyn scowl on the inside. He wasn't much of a mingler in high society, preferring to leave that part of the House affairs to Tiber and Celena. Still it would be rude to not say something, and thus the Mountain Lion asked, "I trust your journey from Winterfell wasn't too tedious?"


@SirDerpingtonIV

 

[TheFordee20]

The Red Keep, King's Landing


"Is that Ser Martyn Lannister?" Adair choked. "He's supposed to be a beast in battle. I heard he killed all House Tarbeck by himself." Several servants had begun bringing out platters of food an' wine. A servant approached her and Adair with a plate filled with cups of Arbor Red. They both took a cup. "Do you believe every little thing you hear?" Filicity asked Adair as he gulped down drink.


"Well maybe I'll-- Seven hells!" Adair almost spat out his wine. Filicity looked at him as if he was a madman. "What?"


"Look at that woman talking with him. She's bigger than any man I've seen."


"Be quiet. She's a Stark."


"How can you tell? I thought women of The North were supposed to be beautiful- not... repulsive."


"I can tell because of the colours she is wearing, you fool." Filicity pointed out. She admired the woman Adair had pointed out. "Plus, she is wearing a wolf on her as well. Like I'm wearing a rose."


Adair made some jeer, but Filicity did not listen. Her eyes went to the archway leading into the courtyard. The ENTIRE Tyrell host flooded in- dressed in all sorts. "Are you going to change into a dress, or just stay in your riding gear?" Adair asked her as he took another cup of red.


"Why does what I wear matter to you at all?" She snapped before walking away to another table, by a rose bush, where she planted herself in a chair.


-


Eveleen entered the courtyard in a long, frilled dress- made up of gold and white colours. Her lord husband had linked his arm around hers. "You look like a true beauty tonight, my love." Ser Erik told her with a dimwitted grin.


And you a true dunce.


"Thank you." She replied with a kind smile. The loving couple sat at a large round table situated on the edge of the courtyard where you could see and smell the sea. The courtyard was full with people already, but the ceremonies hadn't even begun.


Hallie was playing with a boy in red and yellow, and a girl in blue and grey.


-


Aerea entered the courtyard in her black gown. As she entered, a small round of applause erupted. Why aren't more people clapping? Aerea smiled, and waved. Before she was escorted to the canopied center by Ser James Thorne and Ser Varic Celtigar- knights of The Kingsguard. Or Queensguard, no I suppose.


The courtyard was already crowed and their precious queen hadn't even arrived yet.


"Ser James, have you seen my sweet sisters?" She asked the broad shoulder knight as he stood by her seat. "No, my princess. I have not." He replied, his voice gruff as usual.


"I see." Aerea croaked as a servant poured her a chalice of white wine.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Ravenna raised an eyebrow, her one eye examining his much more fluid bow, wondering how exactly he had pulled it off. He looked like quite the fighter, judging by the way he carried himself, and the grace and fluidity in his motions. A true and proper knight, it'd seem. She lightly shrugged to herself, before hearing his question and giving a snort. "It was a week long and fuckin' borin'," she admitted, before grinning a particularly wolfish grin. "Martyn, I've never been one much for formalities, so you don't have to act like ye've 'ot a stick up yer ass." she chuckled, giving him the warmest, friendliest smile her crooked face could muster. "Anyways, ye look like quite the fighter, ye wanna go a-" she paused, hearing someone shout and spit their drink. She turned, seeing Adair, and she raised an eyebrow. "Is he.. chokin' or somethin'?" she muttered, looking rather confused, before she saw his mocking sneer, and saw him say something to the Tyrell girl next to him, judging by the rose she wore. She could see the girl look rather annoyed before walking away, and Ravenna decided that the Tyrell girl might just be someone worth talking to later. Her facial expression turned into an ugly grimace, her lips shifting into a snarl. Her hideous scars were all too visible, even at this range, and her hazel eye bore into Adair. "For'ive me Martyn, I'm gonna go do somethin' stupid," she muttered, before striding over to Adair, recognizing him as a Fossoway from the apple on his shirt, practically pinning him with her gaze. Something about him reminded her so easily about that lordling she had floored back in Winterfell only a week before, all down to the smirk on his insolent fucking face. She bit back her overwhelming urge to slam her mailed fist into his throat as she stood before him, her hazel eye burning with anger as she stared down at him. "What was that, Fossoway?" she growled, leaning a little forward, properly invading his personal space. "Forgive me, Lord Fossoway," she spat, venom lacing her words, "I don't think I was able to hear your little joke from where I was. Would ye mind repeatin' yerself for me?" she asked, practically daring him to say something. As she spoke, her bardiche visibly protruded from over her shoulder, a rather threatening sight, to say the least. "I'm not sure if ye know it, but we Starks sure love ourselves a good joke. And ye look like quite the funny guy, Fossoway,"

 

[General_warNpeace]

Deanna: The Red Keep, Kings Landing





Deanna didn't get very far into her greetings when she spotted her sister and was actually relieved when she saw her. Great an excuse to stop talking to these idiots. Turning her attention to the young lady she was speaking to, one of the many noble ladies around. Once she took a moment to stop showering her praises and breath Deanna cut in politely with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry but I must cut this conversation short as my sister has just arrived. I do hope we can continue this wonderful conversation later though and bid you a pleasant time. "


"Of course Princess Deanna. " Smiling a fake but polite smile the Noble bowed her head politely and left to talk to someone else. Sighing in relief Deanna headed for her sister before another could try to involve her in conversation. Unfortunately, she hardly made it half way there before the sounds of an in coming conflict from nearby hit her ears. Sighing she turned and found a rather large Stark girl in the face of a Fossoway. That must be Ravenna Stark though I'm not sure who the Fossoway is. Oh, well. Straightening she approached the two and stopped beside them. "Is everything alright over here?"

 

[TheFordee20]

The Red Keep, King's Landing


"-- an' I said; doesn't take a Greyjoy to know that!" Filicity's brother, Darrin, said to a cluster of men and women standing around his table. They all broke into laughter at his jest. Filicity emptied her cup of wine down her throat before she heard more commotion coming from where Adair had been sitting. The Stark he had been shitting on about was now shouting at him- loudly.


Filicity couldn't help but smile. It's about time that oaf actually ate his words.


"I... I didn't say anything, m'lady. You must of misheard me." Adair panicked. Filicity got up off her seat and skulked over to get a closer look, as did many other people.

 

[JustWhipIt]

The Kingsroad, Westeros


If it was one thing that made up for the weather in the Stormlands, it was its proximity to King's Landing. Unlike many of the other lords and ladies of Westeros, Braedon wasn't burdened by weeks of traversing the continent. Instead, the trip would take a few days at the most, if nothing went awry. Even so, it was impossible for him not to feel anxious about the events of the foreseeable future. There was no doubt that many in the Seven Kingdoms would be wary of Braedon and his desire for vengeance - and rightfully so. The Targaryens would most likely be keeping an eye out for him as well, especially with all the rumors about rebellion coming to the surface. Going to King's Landing during this time was dangerous, but no more than avoiding both the new queen's coronation and the fealty to her that he would have to swear sooner or later. Even if it would be with contempt.


As usual, the climate of the Stormlands was rather calm. The weather was warm and the air had a moist quality to it, something that Braedon had come to appreciate. Every once in a while, a light breeze would sweep across the land, a welcome feeling to most people of the Stormlands. Riding along, Braedon glanced back to make sure that everyone was still following. He didn't bring an overwhelmingly large amount of guards along with him - it would raise suspicions for sure. He made another quick glance backwards to confirm the presence of his brothers and sister, all of whom had come as an act of goodwill. Hopefully, it'd be enough to please the Targaryens.


In the middle of their travels, a middle-aged man quickened up his pace in order to catch up with the Baratheon lord. It was none other than Ser Dramen Tarth, the man who was once Braedon's very own swordplay instructor who now spent his days as a knight. As such, he had a deep care for the Baratheon. Taking a note of his presence, Braedon faced the man in anticipation for whatever he had wanted to say.


"Forgive me, my lord. I haven't had an opportunity to speak with you earlier," he explained in a hushed voice, now riding much closer to Braedon than previously, who merely nodded in response. "You must know, many of the people of King's Landing won't be happy about your arrival. There's a great deal of people who are pointing their fingers at you for the death of King Maeryn."


"You don't need to state the obvious, Ser," the lord answered, looking straight on at the road in front of him.


"Yes, well, people know that you want vengeance for your father -"


"My revenge will come another day," Braedon assured, interrupting the knight's sentence. "I don't plan on murdering the Targaryens at their coronation.


"What do you intend on doing, then?" Ser Dramen asked, eyes focused on the lord.


"I intend on paying my condolences to the Targaryens for the death of their father. I'll swear fealty to Kuvira Targaryen, if needed." For the purpose of the coronation, at the very least.


Ser Dramen nodded, as satisfied as he could be with the response. Without a word, he rode onward, leaving the lord to himself.


The River Gate The Red Keep, King's Landing


As the party approached the southern River Gate, the goad-cloaked guards stationed at the gate all eyed the visitors. Weapons in hand, they continued their glare-down until one of them had finally spoken up. "Who are you and what business do you have in King's Landing?" Of course, the answer was painstakingly obvious, though it was expected that getting into the city would be a slight struggle. Stepping to the front and to face the guards, Ser Dramen cleared his throat before speaking out.


"This is Lord Braedon of the House Baratheon, present for the coronation of Kuvira Targaryen."


"And can't Lord Braedon of the House Baratheon speak for himself?"


A small scowl of disgust formed on Braedon's face, eyes on the guard who had the nerve to say what he did. "Yes. He can," he replied, attempting to maintain composure in his tone. If these fools were trying to save their beloved royal family and prevent a possible rebellion, they weren't doing a very good job.


Eventually, the gates did crank open for the outsiders, a few men of the City Watch emerging from them only a few seconds after. "Follow the guards, they'll lead you to the Red Keep."


"We know the way, the guards -"


"Follow the guards."


Sighing, Ser Dramen shrugged at Braedon before passing through the gates, behind the men of the City Watch. Reluctantly, he followed after the knight, trying his best to keep his distance from the gold cloaks. "I wasn't aware that we got special treatment," he remarked, before Ser Dramen shot him a disapproving look.


The walk through King's Landing was exactly as Braedon had imagined - a living nightmare. Some people were dead silent as they watched him make his way through, while others were quite vocal about their distrust for the lord. Needless to say, the place was far less glorious now than it had been from his earlier visits as a child.


Despite his discomfort, Braedon was able to contain himself until the group had arrived at the Red Keep, which was practically teeming with noblemen at this point. By the looks of it, several of the other noble houses had already arrived in the castle. Not that he was particularly enthusiastic about meeting some of them. The castle itself was magnificent and regal - much nicer than Storm's End, that was for sure. Even with the feeling of uncertainty around him, Braedon didn't waste any time in entering the castle, perusing through the countless hallways and staircases until he began to pick up the sound of voices in the nearby courtyard. From the looks of it, a good number of people had already gathered in the area, their identities discernible from the various colors and sigils they were wearing. Stepping into the courtyard, he figured he may as well talk with them while he had the chance.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

She turned, hearing a lightly concerned female voice. She turned her harsh stare away from Adair, seeing the Targaryen princess. "Oh no need to worry, Princess, Fossoway here was just telling a joke. 'O on now Fossoway, make us laugh," she commanded, turning her demeaning gaze back to him. She saw him panic, and begin to stutter out some excuse. She scowled, leaning in even closer, eye full of malevolence. "Misheard you, Fossoway?" she hissed. "I used to hunt in the woods around Winterfell when I was youn'er. I can hear plenty of things, including every sound you make, boy. The rapid, fearful beating of your heart, your shallow, craven breaths... and the lies on your tongue. Now.. let me tell you what I think I heard. Somethin' about a big...." she paused, tapping her chin, as if in thought. "What was the word ye used again?" she asked, grinning. "Oh yes.... repulsive... a big repulsive Northern woman...." she growled. "Isn't that the jist of it, boy? Because if that was yer best joke, I'm not fuckin' laughin',"

 

[WanderingJester]

Red Keep, King's Landing, Crownlands.





Martyn gave another bow as Ravenna departed, though unsure if she saw it. He called out in a slightly higher voice and a slight grin, "Enjoy yourself Lady Stark." With that he turned back to observing the party, looking at the security of the place as well as how effective it would be against various different attacks that might come from both without, and within. Tidus, for his intelligence and discretion, managed to return to the Mountain Lion's side as soon as the She-Bear left. Martyn shot him a glare from the side while they watched the woman tear into some poor lad from the Reach.


"Lovely lady isn't she?" Tidus commented as the boy looked like he was about to soil himself.


"Oh yes, I believe we've found the perfect lady wife for you Tidus. Hails from a major house and strong enough to strangle you when you annoy her."


"Oh I think she's more of your type Mar. The two of you can beat each other down then beat each other off. I wonder who will ride who in the bedchamber?"


Martyn scoffed, "You won't be riding anything if she catches what your saying. That bardiche looks sharp enough to remove both your legs as well as that minuscule member in between."


"Seven hells, you're probably right." The two continued to watch both the scene and the party, as a servant boy passed with a tray of ale and the two warriors each grabbed a large mug off of it.


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At the same time, Celena finished her conversation with one of the Stormland Lords who had been hinting heavily that he was interested in her. It would have been fine had he not been the age of her late father, balding and looked quite indulgent in his foodstuffs. The lion maid also found his hygene to be lacking, from the slight stench from his bodies. Still she pushed forth as much effort as possible to not wrinkled her nose or roll her eyes at him, rather just smile politely and nodded, while letting him down easy each time he offered to "show her around the Red Keep." Finally tiring of the conversation, she said, "Please excuse me m'lord, I must to the privy."


The Lord bowed, "we must continue this another time my lady. Perhaps with your older brother so that we may arrange a visit. The Stormlands is beautiful this time of year."


Only if all seven hells freezes over first. She smiled, "Of course, I wish you well in today's celebration." With that she turned in her gold dress. It fitted her figure well at the top, then fanned out slightly as it descended. A stripe of scarlet rain diagonally down from her bosom, wrapping around her figure. Her long hair had been tied by Kylie into an elegant bun that shorted the length of it just past her shoulder. Kylie had on a more simple, scarlet dress lined with golden threads. With that she and Kylie retreated from the conversation, and as soon as the lord was out of earshot, Kylie leaned in.


"I know he's one of the more powerful lord under the Stags but can a guy get any more gross? I can't believe he thinks you'll go for him." The edge of Celena's lips bend forward but otherwise she remained composed.


"Oh hush you, he's still a lord and must be respected, but he's got another thing coming if he thinks I'll ever be in his bedchamber." She whispered back, before seeing a girl dressed in her riding gear sitting by herself. From the sigil on her clothing she seemed to be a Tyrell. Just as Celena was about to walk over though, some shouting drew the girl up off the chair and towards it. Following her, Celena stopped to see what looked like a lady from House Stark berating a poor Reach boy. She looked over at Martyn, who caught her eye and gave a shrug. Seeing the poor lad terrified out of his mind, she looked to the girl in the riding gear and asked, "Do you know that man? Shouldn't someone help him?" Overcoming her shock however, she composed herself and added with a small smile, "I like your boots by the way."


@TheFordee14