Snippet #1968814

Steffon Baratheon

He watched his father ride away slowly; shoulders slumped slightly against the wind of beneath the weight of his duties Steffon could not tell. There had been a time when he looked forward to this trip to Kings Landing but now he was worried that a darker game was afoot, a game he did not fully understand and he cursed himself for not having listened to more of his tutors lessons on the great houses.

He was still lost in thought when Callum rode up alongside side, looking majestic on his smaller pony. Steffon smiled fondly at his younger sibling, resisting the urge to tussle the boys hair. They had been close all their lives and Steffon was glad of it. He knew of to many brothers who despised each other and he would never wish it.

When the boy spoke he couldn’t help but shake his head slightly at the enthusiasm his youngest sibling showed for spying on everyone else. Many times he had given the lad harmless tasks, never wishing him to come to any harm but now he felt that the Baratheons would need every pair of eyes and ears they could muster.

“I’m glad you asked Callum,” He said with a chuckle. “I must say I am looking forward to seeing Alyria again, it has been several years. For you however I would simply ask that you keep your eyes open and your ears ever vigilant. You never know where enemies might be lurking.”

He smiled at his brother, his own horse snorting as it cast a critical eye over the smaller pony. Steffon hoped beyond all hope that his fathers fears were unfounded and nothing would come of them.


Kale Baratheon

Kale rode on alone, trotting his mount up the line of Baratheon troops, golden cloak snapping behind him in the wind. He only slowed when he reached the foremost soldiers as they leaned back in their saddles to compensate for the hill as it dropped towards Kings Landing.

“Alright there m’lord?” Asked a heavyset man with a shaved head. This was Ser Dylan, a knight as fierce as any in the realm. His mother had died giving birth to him only minutes after washing ashore from a shipwreck. His name literally meant From the Sea. Kale would have no other man leading his bodyguard.

“Aye Ser Dylan. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen these walls and I don’t feel any ease at seeing them again.”

The knight nodded. “I can’t say I disagree with you m’lord. Lions, Dragons, Wolves and Kraken. Not a fine mix for any beast.”

Kale nodded again. “You’re right. Keep my family safe.”

The intensity with which Kale spoke seemed to catch the knight off guard for a moment but he quickly pressed a hand to his chest. “As if they were my own m’lord.”

They said no more as they descended the hill, entering the final stretch of road before reaching Kings Landing. Kale could not help but feel he would never leave this city again.