Snippet #1973229

Brenndion
Brennidon gives into the gentle pulling of his sister and starts into a brisk walk. Even though Brennidon would never actually admit to it King's Landing had a unique charm to it. The North was still his home. He always the Winterfall, the North, however, it was nice to be somewhere different. Somewhere warmer. And that was what King's Landing was; a place for him to try new things and find a new part of himself.

Wide-eyed he stared at all the different buildings and new things he saw. Some where amazing like the six crystal towers that brilliantly towers over the surround land casting rainbow throughout the sky, however, others were horrifying. Like when the two siblings passed through the a place he determine was the slums; he pulled his sister close to him and always kept a wary hand over the pommel of his sword just in case one of these small folk got a little to ahead of themselves and tried to rob them. Once they finally left the slums and ended up walking through the gates to the Red Keep he was able to let go of his breath and move his hand away from the pommel of the sword.

Soon after they left the slums they walked through the gate of Red Keep into the courtyard. Brennidon turned around and smiled at his sister, "We finally made it to the keep Brey. Isn't King's Landing so different from Winterfell? It is almost scary" As he was talking to his sister his eyes fell upon his father, family, and the Baratheons "I guess father beat us here?"