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         Harlon Greyjoy

Harlon was caught off guard for a moment. Out of the corner of his eye he could see a figure running madly towards them, and when he turned towards it, he could tell it was Alys. He figured she'd be the only one of his sister's to do something like that. For a moment, he looked around the docks and surrounding streets. It wouldn't be good for her image if someone of importance saw her acting like that. Now her arms were wrapped around Donnel, the happiest expression on her face. Hm, maybe the time on the ship made him think about his sister's reputation. He was happy to see her, though. Alys was one of the sister's he favored.

"I enjoyed it - it was a good experience," Harlon nodded, smiling. Finally, Duncan was addressed and exchanged words with each of them. Of coarse his father had sent Duncan to bring the three of them to him. Honestly, Harlon would've just went up to King's Landing with Donnel. Then maybe he'd go and greet the nobles himself. Then again, maybe it was better for them all to be together. Alys had already taken off on the spare horse, though, so that wasn't going to happen.

Harlon laughed quickly, "I wouldn't expect anything less than a war."

The three didn't waste anymore time, though, at the docks. With Alys already riding off and every other family on their way to see the king, it wouldn't be smart to stand around. However, it didn't take long to find their father. Riding on his horse, it was easy to see his discomfort. He knew he'd rather have ridden on the ship with him and Donnel.

"Father," Harlon greeted once they'd worked their way over there. The castle was within view and a confrontation was only moments away. "Everything going smooth so far?"