Willem Lannister's Story

Joanna Lannister

Joanna was truly thankful she had opted to ride upon the saddle instead of within a carriage as the Lannister party travelled towards the splendour that was King’s Landing, sat mounted upon her magnificent horse, on top of last hill before the last two miles of flat plains before the entrance of the City. Joanna had ridden slightly ahead of her family to make the most of one of her favourite views, only beaten by that of the sea; she sat there a smile upon her beautiful face, it was still early enough in the day that the sun sat just above the city causing the tall walls to shimmer like gold, it was truly…breath taking.

Yet all the beauty in the world couldn’t stop the underlining sadness that had engulfed her heart, as her smile dropped a heavy sigh escaped her lips, knowing that her main goal here was to become betrothed to the Prince who would one day inherit the throne, she should be happy, any other woman would be but she wasn’t sure it was exactly what she wanted. Joanna had known Aerys for many years, the same went for the entire Targaryen family and so she knew he was kind and handsome, traits every woman in Westeros wanted in a husband but there was just something about the Prince that unnerved her slightly, an unpredictability perhaps that could become dangerous. As the sound of hooves pounded behind her, she instantly knew her family had soon caught up to her, leaning forward to pat her mare’s speckled neck in an attempt to calm the agitated horse “there, there” she cooed lightly and that had seemingly worked as the horse immediately calmed. Sitting up straight in her saddle she soothed out the creases in her riding habit skirts before turning to face her oncoming family with a bright smile “If I knew you were going to take this long, I could have left tomorrow and still have beaten you” she joked with a small laugh.

Willem Lannister

"My dear sister," the younger son of Tybolt Lannister said, speaking loudly, clearly, and confidently as he always did, "it's not every day we get to make the ride to King's Landing. The approach is something to be enjoyed, not rushed. It's not like we've got bloodthirsty Greyjoys riding at our heels."

To be sure, Willem cast a glance around. Indeed, it would have been awkward if there had been a Greyjoy within earshot. But Willem had never been one to mind his words too carefully. His mount trotted up beside his lovely sister, and now he could lower his voice to a more conversational.

"And besides, it's so much harder to appreciate the beauty of the city when you're stuck right in the middle of it, as we soon will be." He raised his eyebrows as a thought came to him. "Ah! Or perhaps you're over-eager to appreciate the beauty of...certain individuals that are also attending Uncle Aegon's joyful nameday? Have no fear, my Queen of Love and Beauty, I'm sure everything will work out just as you want it."

He enjoyed teasing his older sister with the title Brandon Stark had so memorably placed upon her last year, though it wasn't as if the title was something negative. And of course the king was not Willem's uncle, but that didn't prevent the young Lannister from referring to him as such. Aegon had been a close family friend to the Lannisters, and to Willem personally.

The brother and sister rode gently through the Gate of the Gods and into the city of King's Landing, and immediately Willem's mind went to his options. He didn't really want to stay with his family at the moment. As much as he loved them, he'd seen plenty of them on the ride across the Goldroad. He had a sneaking desire to ride over towards Rhaenys's Hill, and pay Valerie a visit, see if she was still working at Ambrosya's as he remembered. Then there was the king...Willem pondered if he should present himself to Aegon, do all the formal greetings and whatnot. But that sounded dreadfully dull, and Willem didn't think he was dressed properly, in riding leathers and garb more fit for the dust of the road than the splendor of kingly halls. But perhaps he could ride to the Red Keep, and see someone else.

"I'm off to find Rhaegar. Try to enjoy yourself, dear sister!"

With that, he put his heels into his horse and sped off down the road, towards the Red Keep, shouting at the commoners to make way, skillfully steering around those who didn't react fast enough. Rhaegar was like a brother to him, more so perhaps than his own blood, Devan, and Willem would have been a poor friend if he didn't go to find him first. The brothel could wait. After all, they had those in Lannisport, too.

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Donnel Greyjoy

The water didn't smell the same here, for some reason.

The crew of the Lady Amalya skillfully guided the warship in the Blackwater Rush, their captain, Donnel Greyjoy, observing from the rear. He had been conducting his father's business in Dorne prior to this, and had elected to travel by ship to King's Landing rather than ride with the rest of his family. After all, he needed to get to know the ship better. She was only a year and a half old, her construction having been ordered by his father Torren shortly after Donnel's wife had passed from her wasting sickness. Donnel knew Torren was not too happy with him naming the warship after his late wife, as it seemed to convey too much attachment to her, which could potentially hurt Donnel's very purpose for being in the city. After all, it wasn't like the Greyjoys came to King's Landing to enjoy the company of families like the Lannisters, those who distrusted and even hated them for their names alone. No, Donnel was here because he needed to remarry. As the eldest of the Greyjoys, Donnel meant to set a strong example for his younger siblings on how a Greyjoy needed to live.

The Lady Amalya slowed as they approached the docks, his men preparing her for arrival. They were a fearsome bunch, proud and fierce ironmen that Donnel had handpicked for his crew. The eldest Greyjoy himself looked more appropriately dressed for battle than a nameday celebration, clad in boiled leather and ringmail, his shield slung across his back, a gleaming war axe at his hip. He felt comfortable, the wind spraying sea water onto the deck, leaving his gear damp and salty. He was glad for it. Any reminders of home were helpful right now.

All he wanted to do, really, was to serve House Greyjoy, and see his father's goals accomplished throughout the Seven Kingdoms. But this was something he had already gone through, and wasn't looking forward to going through again.

TYBOLT LANNISTER

Tybolt smiled at the short exchange between his two children, feeling his love for them envelope him. He was slightly annoyed at Willem for hinting at Brandon, however, and was even more annoyed when he rode up ahead to see Rhaegar. He sighed. It was good that Willem was gaining a good relationship with the Targaryens, but, he was afraid that Joanna was not. And she needed a good relationship with Aerys if everything was going to go to plan. He smiled. All his family was clad in red and gold, proudly displaying the Lannister Lion on their banners as they rode through the chaos that was Kings Landing. He had also chosen to rode himself, and went to catchup with Joanna, hoping to gauge how she was feeling.

"Joanna, when we get to the Red Keep, act courteously, especially to the Targaryen's. Flirt with Aerys, seduce him, make him LOVE you. Soon, my love, you shall be Queen. And also, I ask a question, how would you feel about dining with the Starks on the morrow? They are in Kings Landing, and I wish to see Edrick again, but if you do not wish to see Brandon, tell me."

He smiled at the beauty of the city, taking time to enjoy it all. Tybolt was exceptionally happy. Devan was growing to be a fine young man, and would be a fine Lannister Lord. Willem had all the becomings of a fine Knight, and, if Tybolt played his cards right, would join the Kingsguard to protect his sister. Joanna, a fine lady, and hopefully the future Queen of Westeros, but he was worried she may become distracted by this....Brandon Stark. And Veraleigh, his little girl, always sweet and caring. Tybolt hoped to marry her to a Stark, maybe Aeron, if everything turned out right. As these thoughts flew through his keen mind and as he waited from a response from his daughter, Tybolt smiled. Soon, the Lannisters would be the dominant House in Westeros, maybe even the Royal Family. And it would all be down to him...

Joanna Lannister


Laughter erupted from within the blonde beauty at her brother Willem as she mentioned the Greyjoy’s, although she did not share her father’s and brother’s sentiments towards the family they did come up with some humorous statements. Joanna’s smile quickly dropped from her face as Willem brought up Brandon and she swatted him lightly with her riding crops, why did he always have to tease her about that, but then again that was her brother all over. Watching him ride away she shook her head with a small chuckle and her smile grew as her father trotted over and fell into a steady pace beside her…

"Joanna, when we get to the Red Keep, act courteously, especially to the Targaryen's. Flirt with Aerys, seduce him, make him LOVE you. Soon, my love, you shall be Queen. And also, I ask a question, how would you feel about dining with the Starks on the morrow? They are in Kings Landing, and I wish to see Edrick again, but if you do not wish to see Brandon, tell me."

Rolling her eyes slightly not one bit surprised at his words, she loved her father more than any man in the world but his power schemes were often centred around herself, something she was use to by now “Oh father aren’t I always courteous?” she asked finding herself becoming increasingly bored with her father repeatedly telling her how she should behave around certain people. Although her interest did peak slightly as he mentioned the Starks “On the contrary father It would be pleasant to see the Starks again, I haven’t seen Alyria or Brandon for over a year…Brandon’s always good company” she smirked slightly casting a quick glance towards her father trying to fathom how he would react at that revelation.

Callum Baratheon

King's Landing wasn't all that far from Storm's End, so the Baratheons had been able to make a number of trips to visit the ruling family, but every time, the sight of the city and the Red Keep from afar took Callum's breath. Storm's End had its own kind of beauty, but it was more a beauty in the strength of the stone, the heroic history of the place, rather than the physical beauty that King's Landing possessed. Callum often wished he lived in a place like this instead. It was less windy here.

He rode a good ways behind his brother and father, further back in the Baratheon train, and watched as Steffon and Kale had their conversation. His father and brother worked so well together, he thought. Steffon would make such a wonderful leader, nay, he already was! Surely with him at the helm, House Baratheon would become the most powerful, respected family in the land. Except for the Targaryens, of course. They were the King and Queen, and were to be payed the greatest respects, as Callum had been taught. But that didn't mean he couldn't become friends with them.

In fact, he'd had little choice, being betrothed to the youngest of them, Vysenia. He got the stupid butterflies in his stomach thinking about her, and it annoyed him. He hoped he'd get over that soon. Steffon had explained that it would go away in time, after spending more time with her. And that was certainly what they'd be doing here in King's Landing, for the King's nameday celebration.

He trotted his horse up beside Steffon's. His was no warhorse like his elder brother's, so he seemed quite tiny beside him, especially considering the size difference. Still, it felt good to be beside his brother, even if Callum remained in his shadow. He didn't mind. Steffon and his father seemed to have finished their discussion, so Callum leaned up next to his brother, speaking quietly to him.

"Is there anyone in particular you want me to spend time with, brother?"

It was a two-sided question. Of course there was the need for him to exchange pleasantries with certain nobles, simply out of respect, and Callum wasn't sure what his family's plan was as far as who they were going to be spending a good deal of time with today. But Callum had also been acting as a sort of spy for his brother, engaging in conversation with nobles, or perhaps just overhearing things they said, and relaying them back to Steffon. He enjoyed the task greatly, as he did with any chance to serve his brother. He suspected his father knew about the spying, but couldn't be sure. He hadn't stopped Steffon from giving him tasks, that was for sure.

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Willem Lannister

Willem's horse pounded the road along the way to the Red Keep, the thrill of the speed quickening his heart beat. The sights and sounds of the city rushed by him in a blur, and Willem ignored the occasional startled yell of a commoner in the road. The Keep loomed up ahead, the seat of the Targaryens, and hopefully the place Willem would find Rhaegar. It crossed his mind that he could possibly run into the King, and that it could be awkward, but Willem didn't really care. Aegon had always viewed Willem favorably, he thought, and it would probably turn out well regardless of what manner Willem approached him in.

It was a straight shot up Aegon's High Hill to the Red Keep, and soon Willem found himself trotting through the gate and into the courtyard. A stable boy offered to take his horse as Willem smoothly dismounted, and he offered him his thanks, informing him that he didn't plan to be long. He hoped to leave with Rhaegar with him, see if they couldn't find some fun in the city. Willem then made his way inside.

He initially had been taking a moment to take in the splendor of the main hall, but his attention was soon drawn away by the woman descending the steps. He recognized Elaena almost immediately, looking absolutely ravishing in a lovely ivory dress. Elaena had never been as warm towards Willem as he would have liked, but that had never lessened his opinion of her beauty.

"Elaena!" he called cheerily, making his way over to her. "I apologize if I'm early, I couldn't resist."

He came before at the base of the steps. Willem himself, while slightly dusted from the day's ride, still managed to look quite dashing, garbed in the crimson and gold of House Lannister, and armed with his charming smile as always. He gave Elaena a quick bow of his head before gently taking hold of her hand and planting a quick kiss upon it, then releasing it.

"Your beauty grows by the day, my lady. However, I was hoping to find Rhaegar. Would you happen to know where I might find him?"

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Donnel Greyjoy

Donnel cracked a grin as his younger brother approached. He had approved of his father's decision to send him along. Seeing Donnel at the helm of his warship would be good for Harlon, give him a taste of what his own command would be like when he grew into it. And Donnel was glad for his company. He enjoyed his brother's attitude, and he served as a welcome relief whenever Donnel was feeling...poorly, about whatever may have been troubling him.

"Looking to gather up a few salt wives while we're here, little brother?" Donnel asked jokingly. "I'm sure there's plenty in Flea Bottom that are your type."

It was a common occurrence, the two brothers teasing each other like this. Donnel shouted down to one of his men. "Larren, bring us in next to Kingslander."

His second in command took over giving orders to the oarsmen and guiding the Lady Amalya into the docks. Donnel took the opportunity to speak with his brother.

"If all goes well, brother, we'll have two ladies on board when we leave, a wife for each of us. I know Father doesn't mean to waste this trip to King's Landing, and securing marriages for the both of us is likely at the top of his list of things to accomplish. But I'm sure you'll do fine. The ladies love you, of course."

He knew his brother would do well here. He was a good follower of the Greyjoy Iron Way, and would make both Donnel and his father proud.

Aubrey Stark

Aubrey barely heard her brother as she had rushed ahead but she certainly knew what it meant for him to gallop past on his stallion, calling back to her. The brunette shook out her long curls, cheerful laughter escaping her lips as she grinned. She flicked the reins and, a determined look in her eyes, the bay picked up speed. Her hair fanned out behind her in the wind, not that she really cared. After all, Aubrey was well known for being able to do many things as though she had no cares in the world.

" You watch it Bren," She called after her younger brother, her brown eyes sharp and amused as her horse's powerful muscles moved beneath her saddle. " Or I shall beat you again!"

Her laughter followed them as they raced toward King's Landing, both siblings in apparent good spirits.

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Elaena Targaryen

" Willem Lannister," the middle princess said softly, smiling slightly even as she fought her feelings of uneasiness. She had thought well of the man when he had been but a boy but, now, those kind thoughts had changed into distrust over his motives. After all, the Lannister was quite the womaniser and she wasn't as fond of him now as she had when they'd been children. Her younger brother, Rhaegar, and Willem had been close enough as children and had sparred in the yard while Elaena had watched, clapping and cheering for both young boys. But Willem Lannister was now a man and men often had their priorities in an odd order, according to Elaena.

She kept her tone distant but maintained the polite demeanour she knew was necessary, not exactly pleased that this was the first person she was to meet this day.

" But it's best to be early than late, is it not?" Elaena remarked, raising an eyebrow at the blond male as she drew herself to a stop to stand on the floor beside the man. Willem truly did frustrate her with his confidence in his appearance and charming words. But, at the same time, he interested her and drove her insane. An odd combination, if she ever did say. " Of course, my father's name day is a celebration to look forward to," she added as she raised her head to meet his eyes directly.

She gave a slight nod of her own, deciding not to risk even an improper curtsey due to her placement by the steps, with her hands clasped in front of her long skirts. Though this position was disturbed momentarily as Willem took her hand and pressed his lips to it before allowing it to drop, the princess pulling it back to where she had had it previously. The feel of his warm lips on her skin made her nervous and she found herself wishing Rhaegar was right beside her, this very instant.

" Thank you, my lord," Elaena replied politely, slipping back into the formalities she should have used when she'd first seen him. To her, he would always appear the handsome young man he had always been but would always hold the devilish charm of a man who had needs. The fair-haired royal's blue eyed gaze shifted around the room, curious herself as to where her brother would be.

She shook her head, her long hair rustling over the back of her gown as she moved. " I have not seen him," Elaena said, her annoyance seeping into her tone. " I've only just returned from riding my horse and so haven't seen most of my family for a better part of the day." She turned her body, her head up as she looked up the stairs before glancing back to Willem. " Have you checked his chambers yet? He may still be there."

The nineteen year old gave him a long look before turning and slowly walking off, " Good luck with finding my brother, good sir." She very nearly had to spit the word good out from her lips, believing he truly wasn't due to his habits.

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Vysenia Targaryen

The young girl had been so caught up in the colours and types of flowers that she hadn't heard the footsteps coming up behind her until her mother's kind voice spoke. Vysenia jumped a little, startled as she turned to see Rhaenys kneeling on the grass beside her.

" Mother!" The girl cried cheerfully, shifting to hug the beautiful blonde woman who had, in fact, been the one to give birth to Vysenia. " Are the preparations complete for father's name day?" Vysenia was very obviously excited to see others close in age to herself as well as close, or as close as they can get, to her status as Princess of Westeros. " There will be dancing, right?" The girl hoped to dance with her father and brothers, even Aerys with his scary personality. Maybe Rhaegar would even spare a dance with his younger sister, although he never did seem to have an interest in the girl.

Finally, she remembered the question her mother had asked and, with a light blush settling over her pale cheeks, she answered clearly and almost wistfully.

" I was admiring the flowers," the blonde princess murmured as she turned to the plants in question, " I was thinking of how the Mother of the Seven must have been so careful in creating them, so proud of them." A thought popped into Vysenia's mind as she looked over at her mother, her dark blue eyes shining contentedly as her lips turned up in a small smile. " Much like you are of us," she added softly.

Rhaegar Targaryen

The notched arrow released, soaring through the air and landing a few inches left of the center of the target. Cursing, Rhaegar strung an arrow again, this time focusing harder, and he managed to land it closer to the center. A grin spread across his face, and he strung a third arrow, having it hit just shy of the center. He lowered the bow, and moved to the next target, loosing three more arrows. He wasn't so accurate, and tossed the bow aside in frustration. He was talented with the bow, everyone told him so. Yet his consistency still wasn't where he wanted it to be. His father would probably curse him if he knew he was out in the yard shooting arrows. He was already dressed in his best, black silk breeches matched with a black doublet, complete with dragon's head studs.

He knew the Houses were probably arriving at this very moment, so reluctantly he headed back inside the keep. He just hoped he didn't run into Aerys until the actual festivities had begun. He was going to see him enough in the coming few days as it was. He wandered through the keep, looking for any of his sisters or parents, but the castle seemed unnaturally quiet. A few serving girls passed him, all smiles and batting eyelashes, but he did not feel like giving them the time of day. So he just kept walking.

Eventually, he heard voices, one which was surely his sister Elaena, and the other surprisingly familiar as well. "It can not be..." he said to himself as he quickened his pace. He hadn't expected any of the families to actually make it to the Red Keep yet. As he turned a corner, he saw the back of none other than Willem Lannister.

His sister seemed to have disappeared, but there was his best friend in all of Westeros. "Willem!" he exclaimed, and he couldn't help but let a large smile spread across his face. It had truly been to long since he had seen his friend. He approached him, bringing him into an embrace. Willem was more of a brother to Rhaegar than Aerys would ever be. Willem being here would make it easier to take his mind of his true brother, whom he disliked greatly.

"It is good to see you, my friend!" he said as he pulled away from the golden-haired man.

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Alys Greyjoy

Half of Alys' family had arrived in King's Landing, and she hoped the rest would be arriving soon. They hadn't arrived too long ago, after the exhausting journey from Pyke. They had sailed down to Lannisport, and from there taken the Goldroad all across Westeros to eventually enter the city through the Gate of the Gods. It had been a long trip, but one filled with joy for her. She had never been off of her Iron Islands, and to see such drastically different landscape excited her. Everything was so lush and green, so beautiful. She didn't think she'd ever want to return to Pyke.

For the trip on land, she had worn simple attire, brown woolen breaches and a white tunic, dressing as her brothers and father. If not for her gorgeous mane of red hair, people might have mistaken her for a boy. Once inside the city, she had decided to explore, knowing that the locals would have no knowledge of who she was. She felt safe as she wandered, watching people from all walks of life in the squares.

She slowly made her way towards Aegon's High Hill and the Red Keep, not feeling any need to rush. After thinking about it, she decided to head for the docks first, hoping to see her brother's ship Lady Amalya. She had missed Donnel greatly on their trip, not getting to share her first trip off the Iron Islands with her favorite brother. Even more, she would have wished to be on the ship with Donnel instead of Harlon, but it wasn't so. Harlon had gone to observe a true captain, and Alys was already extremely skilled at commanding ships herself.

Alys wondered to herself if she would spy any other families while she was out. She would now if they were coming, she was sure. A large convoy of knights would follow any of the houses where they went, and so far no such procession had come her way.

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Aeron Stark

Aeron watched as all of his siblings eventually got ahead of their procession, and Aubrey and Brennidon took off racing towards the large town. He had been lagging behind the rest of his family, too distracted by watching the scenery to care what his family was up to. He was much too curious, and darted back and forth between the procession, making sure he saw everything there was to see. Eventually, he decided to catch up with his father, and nudged his small grey horse to go slightly faster.

As he rode up beside him, looking even smaller than normal, he turned and said, "They're acting like me, father." He gave a big grin, watching his siblings actually have as much fun as he normally did all the time.

He nudged his horse forward again, and started circling his father's horse with his own, laughing while he did so. This was how Aeron normally was, acting like a fool and laughing all the while. His family normally found him quite charming, though how the other houses would react was yet to be seen.

"So, father, what will we do once we reach the castle?" he asked, still circling his father's horse. "Can we do something fun?" He waited for his father's response, only imagining what he was going to say.

His bright blue eyes watched as the gates got closer and closer, looming high above his tiny frame.

Willem Lannister

Elaena had been quick to depart, of course after exchanging pleasantries with him. In all, Willem felt it had gone pretty well. The kiss of the hand may have been a bit much, but from what he could tell, she seemed interested. He thought he had made her nervous, but of course, Willem had that effect on more than a few girls. It did cross his mind that perhaps he shouldn't be going after the sisters of his best friend, seeing as...well, he really had no intention of marrying anyone here, unless father absolutely demanded it. Alliances could be secured with the daughters, after all. It would allow Willem to better focus on becoming a knight for his father. At least, that was what he'd explain to Tybolt if he got it in his head that Willem needed to get married to someone.

The thoughts were wiped from his mind when his name was called out from across the hall. He turned to see Rhaegar approaching, and raised his arms, roaring like the lion of Lannister himself. "And there's the dragon himself!" The two friends clapped into an embrace, Willem grinning from ear to ear. "It's been too long, Rhaegar."

They broke the embrace, Willem practically bouncing on his feet with the excitement. "My friend, this is going to be a nameday celebration to remember. I've heard my father is going to fund a tourney in your father's honor. Ah, but I can't wait to enter the lists! I'm going to unhorse a Greyjoy, mark my words. Or...do the Greyjoys even ride horses? You can't joust from the back of a warship, can you?"

He didn't wait for an answer to the question, instead charging on. "No matter. The tourney will be glorious, Greyjoys on their arses or no. And the girls! Oh, but the girls! They turn out in droves for a tourney. Bah, but what is this, I'm doing all the talking! How are you?"

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Donnel Greyjoy

Lady Amalya glided smoothly into the dock, pulling up alongside the King's impressive warship Kingslander. Donnel's warship nearly matched the size of it, and the pair together looked quite impressive compared to most of the smaller vessels docked throughout the area. The Kraken wasn't quite as magnificent as the Dragon just yet, but Donnel knew it would happen in time. His look grew rather distant as he surveyed the docks and city beyond.

"The Kraken will swallow this city whole someday, brother. I just hope we're around to see it."

His second in command approached from the deck of oars, where many of the men appeared glad for a chance to rest their arms. "Tying her up now, lord. Welcome t' King's Landin'," he said, with a flourish of his arms.

Donnel cracked a smile at the black bearded ironman. "My thanks, Larren. I want a skeleton crew aboard while my brother and I conduct our business within the city, ready to sail at a moment's notice. Take shifts. Those not aboard can enjoy the city as they will. If there's something that requires my attention, I want the message delivered by you alone, Larren."

The ironman nodded his understanding. "Yes, m'lord."

Donnel descended to the crew deck. "Try not to kill anyone who doesn't deserve it," he called to his men, which was responded to with hearty laughter. Donnel was somewhat worried about them. They were good, loyal men, but they were a proud bunch, and warriors all. Trouble they caused in the city would likely fall back onto him. Hopefully Larren would keep them in line.

"Come on, brother," he called back to Harlon, stepping off the ship and onto the dock. "Let's see if we can't find the others. I hope we aren't the first ones here. To have to deal with all these other families by ourselves...well, I'd rather not think about it."

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Callum Baratheon

"Can do, big brother," Callum said cheerily.

Good. His brother hadn't told him to follow anyone specifically. That meant he could do whatever he wanted! And if he heard something interesting, he'd of course relay it back to his big brother. Callum, too, was looking forward to seeing the Starks again. Aeron was probably his best friend outside of Storm's End. Whenever he was around, he and Callum always seemed to think of fun things that were much more entertaining than whatever Callum alone could do. It was like Aeron had a skill for having fun that Callum hadn't mastered quite as well.

And of course Steffon wanted to see Alyria again. Callum was starting to wonder when they'd ever get married. They had been betrothed for as long as Callum could remember, and both of them were well past the age they could initially marry. Perhaps they didn't know each other well enough? It was possible, and Callum didn't presume to understand the first thing about marriage and relationships and all that.

For now, the young Baratheon was content to ride beside his brother, feeling like a great knight of House Baratheon.

Aubrey Stark

" I have no need to wish," the lovely young woman called as she found herself catching up, more quickly as the seconds passed. Her tone was matter of fact as she watched her brother's smirk grow. She would wipe it off his face soon enough, Aubrey thought as the bay managed to reach the warhorse's flanks. She turned her dark head, brown eyes glancing over at her younger brother, even as the gates loomed up ahead. She knew she wouldn't win this one but, of course, there would be others. After all, Aubrey and Brennidon were practically famous for their competitive and close bond.

The pair entered the gates, nearly side-by-side but Brennidon certainly was the winner. Just as she had predicted. He literally won by the nose of his horse as it had stretched it's neck in the effort it was spending to maintain the speed. Immediately after entering the city, Aubrey pulled gently on the reins to signal to her horse to slow down. She came to a stop not far from her brother, the bay's sides covered in sweat from the workout, and leaned over to pat the mare's neck. " We almost did it girl," she said lightly, her gaze coming up at the sound of her brother's voice to look at him.

" It was a rather good race, though a pity someone younger than I won." Aubrey shook her head slowly, her curls sliding over her shoulders as she laughed. " Congratulations but I do not, however, concede defeat. I shall win the next one, Bren." The Stark smirked, confident in her own words, as she nodded in agreement. " But yes, a break would be quite welcome." If she could get down from the saddle, anyway. She felt like her legs may be numb by this point as the ride had been long and tiring and their race had certainly jolted her around a bit.

" Would you mind giving your sister a hand down?" Aubrey asked politely, trying to regain her sense of propriety. She was expected to behave a certain way within the walls of the gates, after all. Being a woman.

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Elaena Targaryen


Elaena heard her brother's voice as she left the room, a small smile appearing on her lips as she didn't even bother to turn. Thank you Rheagar, she thought as she released a small breath she hadn't been aware she'd held after speaking to Willem.

How that man managed to get under her skin so easily was beyond her but, as usual, she always maintained her usual air of courteousness. He was so, so, so.. She couldn't even think of a word that would properly fit him. She hoped to the Seven that her father, King Aegon, would never consider Lord Willem Lannister of Casterly Rock as a suitable husband for Elaena. The princess hated to think poorly of her father but that would be the worst mistake of his lifetime, if he chose this.. if not, well, she'd be rather pleased.

With these thoughts in mind, Elaena made her way to one of the many front rooms and sat on a bench by the window. She turned her head to look out of the room to watch as their guests arrived. They would all be here shortly, especially if the rest of the Lannisters weren't too far behind Willem.

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Vysenia Targaryen

The smile that lit up Vysenia's expression was one of the light from the sun shining upon the land in the morning, forcing the darkness and shadows to flee. Her eyes were bright and happy, almost child-like in her excitement. " I can't wait," she said softly, " and of course I will dance with you, mother. As every year, it has turned into tradition." The youngest princess replied, hugging her mother tightly for a moment before releasing the woman as Rhaenys tucked a stray strand of her golden hair behind Vysenia's ear.

Her tinkling laughter rang out clearly in the courtyard as her mother scooped her up, her delight blatantly easy to read on her features. " Does it never? Truly?" She asked, ever the curious child she had been mere years ago.

Vysenia found her eyes drawn to a new voice, Ser Alyn, a knight her mother spoke to of the Great Houses arriving. Rhaenys stood now, pulling her daughter up as she did so, and the princess brushed any bits of grass from her long skirts before moving to her own which she had graduated from ankle length a few years back. She was now the proud owner of all dresses made to touch the floor, though she did trip on the hems occasionally.

She nodded, her smile growing as her eyes showed her barely contained excitement. The celebration was that much closer now.

" Callum and Aeron will be here," Vysenia exclaimed, nearly jumping with joy. Callum was her betrothed, yes, but she was quite fond of him as her best friend. Or close friend at least. Aeron, on the other hand, was only her friend so far. She hadn't met him many times before but he was a rather nice boy and he would allow Vysenia to join in with their games, regardless of their differences in gender. She rather enjoyed the sweet young Stark for his company and honesty.

Aubrey Stark

The middle child of Edrick Stark felt perfectly at ease as she, accompanied by her brother, walked through the slums of King's Landing. Brennidon, on the other hand, seemed to be quite anxious as he pulled Aubrey closer and was that his hand on his sword she saw? She glanced to her brother, eyebrow raised as she glanced to his sword and back to his pale features. As they left the area, she hoped he was aware of the teasing and jesting comments that would come up from just this alone.

Walking through the gate, Brennidon turned to her and spoke with a smile on his lips. Aubrey couldn't help the grin that spread over her own lips, revealing her pearl-white teeth. " It is," she agreed, her tone seeming more excited than before.. if that was even possible. " But I can't wait for this celebration to begin so I can dance," Aubrey added though she left out a portion of her words; with all the young men. The Stark was practically like a child when she was allowed near boys who were not her family or of lower class. Fair game was fair game though and Aubrey loved to flirt with and tease practically any handsome man she came across. Even Brennidon knew of the trouble she'd gotten herself into in the past due to her bold and flirtatious nature.

" Hm, father?" She turned her head to look and felt her smile dim slightly, turning more demure and proper than displaying her confidence, as she also spotted Lord Kale Baratheon. She hid the jealousy she felt as she witnessed her elder sister, Alyria, meet her betrothed, Steffon Baratheon, for the first time in years.

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Vysenia Targaryen

As her mother and herself entered the throne room, Vysenia sped up to sit by her sisters. " Good afternoon," the younger girl said cheerfully to her siblings, a lovely smile on her still maturing features as her long blonde hair shifted over her shoulders. Of course, she became silent as soon as she sat, comfortable but proper, and watched her sisters and mother greet each other.

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Elaena Targaryen

As their mother came forward, Elaena stood and returned Rhaenys' loving embrace before releasing the Queen to allow Jaehaerys to be hugged as well. " Thank you, mother," the curly haired blonde said softly, giving an informal curtsey in greeting. Her mother tucked a loose strand of her hair behind Elaena's ear and she couldn't help the smile that spread over her lips at the memories this brought forth. Many days of just sitting with her mother as a child, reading books with her siblings and making sure they got to bed with loving kisses and hugs from her.

The middle princess returned to her seat as she looked to the doors, waiting to see Rhaegar and her father, Aegon. Perhaps she should have stayed with Willem those few extra moments to remind her brother to come to the throne room.

Rhaegar Targaryen

Willem was exactly right... it had been too long. He couldn't even remember the last time they had seen each other. His great friend had definitely grown into more of a man since the last time they had spoken. He was taller than Rhaegar himself, of course he had two years on the young Targaryen. His friend began talking rapidly, and Rhaegar couldn't do anything but smile. The excitement was plain on Willem's face, and in his words.

When he finally stopped to breathe, Rhaegar couldn't help but bellow out a laugh, echoing off the stone walls. "Ah, my friend, you haven't changed a bit!" he exclaimed, taking a step back.

"I'll make you a deal. You get one Greyjoy brother, and I get the other!" He smiled, his white teeth gleaming. "Of course then, that means next I'll have to unhorse you myself!" He laughed again, clapping his hand on his friend's shoulder. He chose not to respond to Willem's mention of the girls. His friend didn't know about his love for his sister, Jaehaerys. No one did. And he wanted to keep it that way. He had no idea what his father would think, let alone his friends who didn't understand the Targaryen way of marrying sister and brother. And if his friend found out it wasn't just for duty, but also for love? He didn't want to think of it.

He waved a hand, not caring that his friend had so much to talk about. "Being a prince is boring," he responded. "Although I have become quite skilled with a bow. You and I must go in to the yard and-"

"My lord," a guard said, approaching from the doorway. Rhaegar turned reluctantly away from his friend to the guard. "Your mother requests your presence in the Great Hall."

So it was time already? He silently cursed the guard for interrupting his reunion with Willem. "Very well, I will be there shortly," he replied to the guard before dismissing him. He turned back to his friend. "Alas, it seems I must go. But we will talk later." He embraced his friend once more before leaving for the Great Hall. As he walked inside, he noticed that all the ladies of his family were already present, sitting in their respective places, and his elder brother, the heir, sat next to his father's throne. He scowled.

He approached his mother first, bowing slightly, though not smiling as he addressed her. "Mother, you look absolutely beautiful." He moved to Jaehaerys, and her beauty made him pause. Her gown was breathtaking, and the low plunging neckline immediately drew his eyes. He felt warmth rising to his cheeks, and he quickly kissed her hand saying, "You look lovely, my sister." He exchanged pleasantries with his other two sisters, before taking his place beside his youngest sibling, Vysenia. He sat still, a neutral look on his face. He wasn't looking forward to seeing and watching all the royal families shower his older brother with nice words, while Rhaegar himself would be almost nonexistent. The families would spend more time being friendly with the future king than the younger brother who wouldn't amount to much.

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Alys Greyjoy

She had enjoyed exploring the city, seeing both the beautiful and downtrodden parts. All of it was absolutely fascinating. Most citizens just stared at her, obviously not knowing who she was. Perhaps they were confused why such a beautiful woman was wearing breeches and a tunic, instead of a gown like most ladies. Or perhaps they sensed that she was higher born than she looked. Either way, she graced them with a smile before moving on.

As she emerged from an alleyway, she saw that she was right near the docks. She scanned the boats, and her eyes instantly found her brother's ship, Lady Amalya. She quickly made her way through the throngs of people, searching for her brothers. After searching, she found they had just walked off the boat. She took off at a dead run, throwing her arms around Donnel when she reached him, squealing with delight. She clung to him for a good minute, before releasing him and stepping back. "Brother, it is good to see you," she said, a large smile on her face. She glanced over at her younger brother. "Harlon, how did you like the trip?" she asked, placing her hand on his shoulder for a moment.

She listened to their responses, smiling the entire time. She felt whole again now that she knew Donnel was here in King's Landing with her. Before she could say anything else to him, her father's guard approached them, Duncan. "My lady, I am glad to have found you," he said to her, before also addressing her brothers. She listened to them exchange words for a few moments, before growing bored. She grabbed a spare horse that had come with the guard, and hopped on. "I will see you at the castle, brothers!" she exclaimed, before turning the horse around and letting him gallop down the street.

The people parted before her, grumbling that she was coming down the streets so quickly. She hardly cared though, loving the feeling of her hair flowing behind her, as red as fire. When she reached the castle gates, she dismounted the horse and handed him off to the stable boy. He took the horse to the stables while she looked around in awe. The castle was so large! She walked around a little, not really knowing where she was going. She wondered if she would run into anyone from the other families, and if they would even know who she was.

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Aeron Stark

A huge grin lit up Aeron's face at his father's words. His father and brothers were normally much too busy to practice dueling with him. The thought excited him. "With one condition," he said, "I get to use a real sword!" He giggled, finally stopping circling his father's horse, and riding to the left of him.

He gave a shout of surprise as his father lifted him up onto his large horse. He felt so tall! He laughed as the horse turned through the streets with ease, people scrambling out of their way, not wanting to get trampled. When he looked ahead, he saw the black stag on a gold field, the banner of the Baratheons. Behind their banner loomed the walls of the Red Keep, so large they made him feel like the tiniest ant.

The two houses rode together the final distance to the castle gates, where he found the rest of his family waiting. He found that his eldest sister was waiting for the eldest Baratheon, and they exchanged pleasantries. Aeron really wasn't interested in hearing what they had to say, so he hopped off his father's horse, landing swiftly on his feet.

He walked around his father's horse, finding Callum Baratheon with his family. "Callum!" he called happily, smiling and waving.

Willem Lannister

How right Rhaegar was. Being a prince was a dull affair, riddled with responsibility and a future that was determined for you. Being a Lannister, however, or more accurately, being rich, was quite the opposite. What Willem wouldn't have given to not be a prince, to not have all the responsibilities saddled on him, and to maintain his wealth...well, it was too good of a life to hope for. Still, he had a right to dream.

"When all this royally dull business is through here," he called as Rhaegar left to join his family, "you and I will see what trouble we can get up to!"

Willem sighed when Rhaegar was gone, knowing that he needed to rejoin his own family as well. The sooner this was over, the better. It was impossible to experience a city trapped in a keep like this. He walked swiftly back towards the entrance of the Great Hall, passing various people, some he recognized, some he didn't, few he was interested in speaking with. He knew how these reunions of the Houses worked. This was a time for alliance building and backstabbing, political pandering and arse-kissing to get one's House on top. Willem wanted no part of it. Some of these people were nice enough, but the young Lannister prince would much rather spend time among the honest common folk of Kings Landing, and in the company of good friends, rather than licking the boots of those who you wanted something from.

He passed Joanna, who had just engaged in conversation with Brandon Stark, he who had so famously granted Willem's sister her lofty title. He was tempted to interrupt with some playful, teasing comment, but instead gave his sister a small smile and a knowing wink, before heading off without a word. Joanna was likely at the forefront of his father's power games he so loved to play. He felt sorry that she probably didn't have much choice in where her life was to go from here.

"Father," he called, seeing Tybolt a ways past Joanna, and coming to a stop at his side. "Sorry for running off like that, I simply had to find Rhaegar before all this royal...well, before the celebrations began."

He'd been about to speak negatively about Uncle Aegon's whole nameday affair, but thought better of it at the last second. He and his father had quite different ideas about responsibility, and Willem had no doubt that Tybolt did not think kindly about Willem's obvious aversions to it.

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Donnel Greyjoy

The eldest Greyjoy hardly had time to recognize his sister before she threw herself on him. He laughed at the warm embrace, smiling at her when she finally released him. "Likewise, Alys. I'm glad to see the city doesn't daunt you. It's a bit much to take in on your first trip here."

Donnel was quite protective of his younger sister, and had been somewhat worried about how she would fare in a city like King's Landing, but judging from her state of excitement, Donnel guessed she was doing fine. One of his father's men, Duncan, approached then with a horse brought for Alys. He greeted the three Greyjoys, stating his intention to return Alys to her father's side, and to summon Donnel and Harlon as well. They needed to greet the King.

"No doubt we'll need to greet the Lannisters too. I know they've sorely missed our company. We'll catch up with you at the castle, then."

Donnel hadn't brought any horses aboard Lady Amalya. He detested having the animals aboard his ships. All they did was get in the way, and shit on the decks. He was a skilled rider, of course, but horses didn't belong on boats anymore than boats belonged on land.

His sister then rode off with Duncan, leaving Donnel and Harlon alone with the crew once more. Donnel noted that they looked eager to be away from the ship, to explore the city as they would. Donnel adjusted the shield slung across his back, and patted Harlon on the shoulder.

"We'd better get going, father won't want us to be late. Just...remind me to leave the axe at my belt if any of the Lannisters get out of hand. I'm likely to start a war if there's another brawl between our fathers like last year."

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Callum Baratheon

It was a big meeting of the Stark and Baratheon Houses, with Callum's father greeting Edrick Stark, his brother Steffon reuniting with his betrothed, Alyria, Brennidon and Aubrey conversing off to the side...Callum suspected it was because there wasn't a Baratheon near their ages. Callum himself hadn't become too close to either of them, though he thought them nice. Brandon Stark was the only one not present, having disappeared into the Great Hall after telling Callum to keep Aeron out of trouble. Callum laughed at that. No one could keep Aeron out of trouble. He watched Brandon leave. Callum had excitedly informed Steffon last year that the eldest Stark thought Joanna Lannister was some kind of queen of beauty and loveliness or something, only to be told that all the Seven Kingdoms already knew.

And there was Aeron. Callum grinned from ear to ear, waving at his friend from atop his horse.

"Tell me you've got something in mind for what to do when all the greetings are done," he said. Aeron always had the best ideas, even if they occasionally got him into trouble. The young Baratheon always seemed to have significantly more fun when Aeron Stark was around.