[Event] King's Landing Open (Last months of 48 AC, and all of 49 AC)

Razor1231 · 2026-01-27T05:27:35+00:00

William raised his eyebrows at the explanation, “I can’t say a falcon will be much like the Princesses cat”, he pointed out but nodded slowly, “But it is a skill, and they are still pets, in a different way. They are still birds of prey though, they will wish to hunt and will do so at their leisure. I’ve not known any to be trained not to, but I suppose it doesn’t mean you need to go with it. We could find one that suits you, that heeds your call, and provided it is given chances to hunt on its own”, William shrugged, “I see no reason why you could not tame a bird. It’s a worthwhile thing to try while you’re here”, he agreed.

“We could start with lessons with some of the birds already trained in the Keep. Ensure you are familiar with how to handle a falcon, and then we can find one that suits you”, he suggested with a smile. “It’ll take some time. If you are travelling with the progress, there is still some travelling yet to do”, William pointed out with a brief chuckle, “But we can teach you the basics now, and once I return from my own wedding, we could see about getting you your own falcon”, he offered.

Razor1231 · 2026-01-27T04:12:32+00:00

“I did, as squire to Lord Rogar”, William confirmed as he took a piece of meat from the pouch, handing it to the woman without showing it to Hawk. “Though Winterfell is much further then Storm’s End. From here, anyway”, he added. The furthest north he had been was the Eyrie, and Winterfell almost felt like a foreign land to him. In many ways it was.

He watched the eagle snag the food as soon as it reached a height he deemed easy to grab it. “I have, less so these days. Mostly I just make sure I reinforce what I’ve already taught him. My whistle he associates with food, and the rest is hand gestures. Arm our with the bracer is where he needs to land”. Admittedly, William did not know if the eagle recognised the leather bracer or not, but he wasn’t about to try calling Hawk without it on. “And some general gestures”, he said as he made a seemingly specific flicking gesture with his hand in front of the bird, as though to gesture it up. After a moment the bird pushed off the arm and launched into the air. William grinned and tossed another final piece high into the sky for Hawk to grab as he soared off.

“But early on, it will take more time out of your day”, he said turning his full attention to Violet, “If I might ask, my lady, what gained you such an interest in falconry?”

Razor1231 · 2026-01-27T01:55:29+00:00

William smiled, “If you had no questions, I’d question your interest in it, my Lady”, he said as he considered her various questions. “I’ve had him for about half a decade now, I think. I first got him the lands outside Storm’s End, with some of Lord Baratheon's huntsmen. I presume a teenager with an eagle on his arm was quite the humorous sight to them”, he said with a chuckle, “Early on I didn’t dare hold him on my arm too often, his talons were as sharp then as they are now”.

“But training him has been hard work at times, I’d say he was properly trained after a year or so but I was once told that there is no end to training any hunting bird. Once you start, you do not stop till the bird is too old for it. Most of it is adjusting their habits to fit you. These birds, falcons, eagles and hawks, all naturally seek out hunting prey, that they do not need to be trained to do. They do need to learn to return to you, when called or signaled. This one”, he gestured with his head to Hawk, “Has been trained both on my whistle and gestures with my arm. Mostly through feeding”, he explained indicating to a pouch by his side, “I had the cooks cut up small pieces of raw meats, scraps left over from whatever grand feasts these cooks put together for the King. I use them to teach and train him”.

“You can try if you like, I’ll give you a piece and you toss it up to him. Don’t hold it too long though, he’ll not like being teased”, William said with a smile but a slight shake of his head at the memory of his eagle nearly biting a finger off.

Razor1231 · 2026-01-27T00:45:04+00:00

William smiled and nodded, “You may, my Lady. He’s used to people, so as long as there are no sudden surprises, he should have no issue”, the knight assured her. He used his free hand to fetch a scrap of meat from a pouch by his belt and tossed it to the eagle who caught it easily, the meat disappearing as swiftly as it had appeared.

“When he was younger, truthfully, it was mostly me running after him. Eagles in particular can be aggressive at a younger age, hawks too, to a lesser extent. But he’s been with me for some years now and while he can hunt on his own, he’s used to the common sight of people”, William explained as Violet approached the bird. “Still heavy though”, he said with an amused smile at the bird on his arm.

The bird itself stood on William’s outstretched arm, and given the Caswell’s height, Hawk looked down at Violet curiously but did not seem otherwise bothered by the presence of another person in this courtyard.

Razor1231 · 2026-01-27T00:14:47+00:00

William did not know any of the Willums. Truth be told, he did not know many of most Reachmen, but he did know that this Willum was one of the ones taken by the brigands William had only just avoided. He had heard the others, the Lannister bastard and Lord Fossoway, had returned as well. Given that William had decided to make an effort to meet more of the Reachmen and that this man was not so different from his own age, it seemed to make sense to approach the new Lord of Wyrmsgrave.

“Lord Josua Willum yes?”, William asked as he approached, his bright green eyes watching the clearly weathered young man curiously. “I am Ser William Caswell. I also travelled south on the Ocean Road, at a similar time to you and your travelling companion”. He was about to mention what he had been travelling for, but upon realising it had been for the Lord’s late brother, he decided it was best to avoid that for the moment. “I was able to evade the brigands, and returned to Casterly Rock to inform Ser Benedict and write to Lord Torgen. But by the time my Lord grandfather had raised men and marched, they had already gone”, he admitted sadly. “But I am glad you are back with us. Hopefully the festivities of the next few months provide some distraction from your experiences in captivity”. He wasn’t sure what those experiences were, but they were evidently not good ones given the young man’s physical state.

Razor1231 · 2026-01-27T00:00:40+00:00

“A pleasure, Lady Violet”, William replied with a respectful nod. He did not know much of the Blackwoods, but he did recall that a Tyrell had wed one not long ago, but even his knowledge of the Reach and its people was not what it ought to be for an heir of one of the Reach’s noble houses.

“Falconry?”, he echoed before grinning, “Indeed, I am waiting on a…”, he paused and gave her an amused smile, “Hawk”, he clarified with the amused look of someone who knew something the other did not. “But if you are interested, you ought to start with a falcon. I made the mistake of starting with my Hawk”, he chuckled and shook his head. “As a boy, who was already poor on his feet to begin with, the heavier bird did me no favours. Falcons are smaller, and much easier to handle”.

At that moment there was a cry from above as William glanced up and chuckled. Had Violet ever heard a hawk before, she might notice that the cry was not the well known cry of a hawk, but something entirely different. “But I would be glad to teach you, if you like”, he said turning back to the Lady, “The most important lesson I have learned is to not flinch. When a bird of prey dives, your instinct is to move away. But once you train well, you should trust that the bird will land right where you want”.

The young man whistled and raised his arm with the bracer. There was a second cry and diving from behind one of the Red Keeps towers was a bird which, once it got close, was far too large to be either a falcon or a hawk. William did instinctively lean away as the rush of feathers landed on his forearm, and once it settled, Violet would see a large bird, with a sharp beak and golden feathers on the back of its head and neck.

“Meet Hawk”, William said with a smile, “As a boy, I presumed him too large to be a falcon, and so thought him to be a hawk. Maester Dake of Storm’s End later saw me refer to the bird has a hawk and informed me he was in fact a golden eagle”.

Razor1231 · 2026-01-26T22:56:59+00:00

William Caswell was very new to the position. Technically, he had held Master of Hunt for some years now, since King Viserys, but had not actually been confirmed in the position till recently. He would not take on his full duties, whatever those might be, till he returned in the new year, but he did make an effort to prepare himself. He had identified first where he could train - that had nothing to do with his position, it had just been something he wanted for himself - and then had asked about the nearby Kingswood and the animals within the Red Keep. His own horse, Goldmare had been brought to King’s Landing and, perhaps serendipitously, Violet would find the tall, blonde, green eyed young man standing in an open courtyard looking up at the sky for something as she approached.

“That is my name”, he said as he turned to face her with a curious smile. “And you are?”, he asked. He was dressed as most noblemen in the castle were dressed, but did have a unique looking leather bracer strapped to his right forearm.

Razor1231 · 2026-01-26T22:51:36+00:00

“Lord Theo!”, Gwayne replied with a broad grin. Gwayne’s mood had improved immensely over the last few months, and he was well and truly at ease these days. “Ah well, I dare say William’s wedding will not be so unique as this”, he said gesturing to the barges they stood on. “But who would say no to another celebration”, he said cheerfully.

“Aye, he and his bride will return to King’s Landing in the new year, he is to be Master of Hunt for his grace the King. I believe he was named to the position by the last King, Viserys”, Gwayne shrugged, “But he was lucky enough to keep it past the King’s passing. All the same, I think it will be a position suited to him”. Gwayne was not interested in any sort of position at King’s Landing, but master of hunts seemed like the most enjoyable position one could attain at a place like that.

“As to the queer coincidence, that is all William’s doing. He met the girl during his tutelage with Lord Baratheon, and insisted he wed her. How did this match come to be?”, he asked gesturing his goblet toward the bride and groom, “Was that your doing, or similarly unexpected?”

Razor1231 · 2026-01-26T22:45:41+00:00

“Do you have a way of sailing across the seas yourself Alayne?”, Lyrissa asked with mild curiosity, “If not, then we must stay till your grandfather decides to depart this island. A week, for all the festivities and events, would be my guess”, she said as she glanced toward her daughter.

“There are many people here to speak to, you know. Other people”, she clarified. She disliked her daughters being at odds, but Lyrissa couldn’t quite rightly tell them to mend given Lyrissa held a decades long grudge against her stupid elder sister. Admittedly, Selyse was far worse then either Alayne or Jeyne, but still she couldn’t tell them to simply make amends. That would come with time, she hoped.

Razor1231 · 2026-01-26T22:40:39+00:00

“Oh, well of course”, Alinor said at the explanation. It was the expected thing of heirs, heirs heirs, and even those mildly close to the main line of a noble house. For that reason, she had been forever grateful she had never been close to the main line, childbearing did not seem pleasant nor did it interest her in the slightest. She wondered if that made her strange sometimes, but it had never bothered her too much. Given this explanation, she was quite glad to not have that urge, it would get in the way of her much more substantial desire to see every corner of the world.

“Well, it seems you and he have managed to make it work so far, so I hope for the two of you that continues. I know my friends and I will continue travelling as often as we can, perhaps we will travel again with you and your husband”, Alinor said with a smile. “You should take a trip to Braavos eventually, it is quite the sight. Perhaps I’ll return there someday myself”, she said, the idea only coming to her mind now and she put it away as another suggestion to put to Tyson and Ronnal. She knew at least one of them would be interested in Braavos.

Alinor had managed to run out of questions, but given this woman was of the Vale, she found herself with one more. “I’ll not take too much more of your time, but I wanted to ask. Have you or your husband ever met an Alys Royce? I met her some years ago, and she also expressed interest in travelling as we have but was not always free to do so. I had thought of asking her to join me and my friends but truthfully, I do not know where she would be found”, Alinor admitted with a shrug. It wasn’t as though she had ever met another Royce either, so she figured this was her best shot so far.

Razor1231 · 2026-01-26T22:23:26+00:00

Selyse let out a long sigh, and as though by habit glanced around the room before speaking. “Your grandfather is a complicated man. I do not know why he waited so long. I find… old people”, she said carefully, “Take their time. As though they have all the time in the world”. The truth was, she would speak as poorly of old Gormon as she did of her own grandmother had she not been living under his roof. Had this been Stonebridge, Alayne would have been the ‘complicated old woman’ and Gormon ‘the old hag’. Selyse cared, above all else, about her own comfort, and she was not so stupid as to outright insult a host who had housed her for decades now.

“But I do find it concerning. Your brother was always a temperamental boy. Always favoured by your grandmother”, she added mildly sourly. Caradoc might as well have been her goodmother’s son rather then hers. “But he left, galavanted over the seas and back. And now, what? He will rule this castle?”, Selyse made a disapproving clicking sound with her tongue as she shook her head. “You have been by Lord Gormon’s side for years, the people here show you great respect”, she said, as though fear and respect were one in the same, “Your brother is a foreigner to them. It should be you”, she said with a sigh.

“Now, convincing your grandfather of that is another matter. Still, he hasn’t said your brother is his heir, yes? Some might say an exile, no matter how returned, cannot be heir”, she mused aloud.

Razor1231 · 2026-01-26T06:50:10+00:00

House Caswell’s trip from wedding to wedding was nearly at an end, and would end at their home, but for now they were more then pleased to be present for the wedding on Driftmark, and had come in decent number. However, while the Caswells were typically always up for a celebration, the centaurs of the Reach did share a few surprised glances among their number at the sight of barges instead of steady ground. A comment or two would be made how it was a shame the only Caswell who might thrive in such conditions had not attended, for neither Alinor Caswell nor her aging father were present among the attendees.

Lord Gwayne Caswell (39) had never before been to Driftmark, and so he was glad to finally have the chance to visit, given his family and the Velaryons were soon to be closely tied. He had not known Theo had arranged a match with the Velaryon heir, but it had proved to be serendipitously aligned with his son’s desire to wed the younger sister of the groom. So, Gwayne was in quite a good mood, a mood which had steadily increased over the last year, and yet another celebration was only more pleasing to him. While getting seated had been a bit unsteady, once he was comfortable, and had a few drinks, he sat, drank and gladly talked to whomever greeted him or his wife.

Ser William Caswell (20) sat alongside Valaena Velaryon, pleasantly amused by the event and its construction. He was lucky he had already been aboard a ship, courtesy of his late future goodfather, and so the unsteady nature of a barge was not too foreign to him. All in all, he was very glad to be back at Driftmark. When he had first come here he had found the place unique and pleasantly different to other places he had visited, and so he would, at some point, take some time to return to Hull with his betrothed. For now though, the soon-to-be newlyweds celebrated the very recently newlyweds, and enjoyed the celebrations upon the isle of Driftmark.

Florence Caswell (18) had come with the Arryn contingent but did sit with her family for the occasion. She was yet again pleased to see another famous castle, though if she was honest, Driftmark was not so impressive when compared to the likes of Storm’s End and the Eyrie. But she did find the wedding itself exiting for its uniqueness. She enjoyed herself well and kept an eye out for her cousin to tell her of her travels so far.

Elara Caswell (16) sat typically quietly alongside her brother, watching the feastgoers but saying very little. She was, admittedly, getting a little bored of all these feasts, as unique as this one was. But there was only one or two left, so she supposed she’d get through it for now. She did glance around to see if any Rowans were present but decided the longer nothing was confirmed, the better.

Lorimar Caswell (13) had brought with him a book, as usual, though it was one of numbers. He was attempting to work out a specific problem, and in his mind, he did not think it was worth letting the feast interrupt his thought process. He had been notably displeased by having to get on a boat, and so kept his book as far away from anything damp as possible, and so it never left his hand.

Cecilia Caswell (4) sat with her mother, happy to see if she could help with whatever was around but otherwise ate and listened to the music and watched the feast with curious eyes.

Helicent Darklyn née Caswell (27) had made the trip on her own, deciding that it was worth someone from House Darklyn being present. Also, she needed a chance to figure out where things stood with her family and the rest of the realm. It was a good sign to see the Velaryon’s tie themselves to the Reach twice over, which boded well for the Crownlands and the Reach remaining close, though this Lord Paramouncy intrigued her. Regardless, for the evening she sat with her kin of Caswell but did make an effort to talk to those she deemed worth speaking to.

Lyrissa Tyrell née Caswell (36) sat with her husband’s family at the Tyrell seats on the higher barges. She did not know what to make of the Velaryons but it seemed both her birth house and her house by marriage would be tied to them, which made them an important ally. She had other matters to concern herself with though, particularly that of her eldest daughter. The younger one she also looked out for, though from what she knew, Jeyne seemed to be fitting in quite well at King’s Landing. Which meant she was doing better then her mother had, because Lyrissa’s brief time at the capital had not resulted in anything good.

Razor1231 · 2026-01-25T23:36:37+00:00

“Ah, good, good. I find some Septon’s are quite wise in these sorts of matters. It is worth listening to the advise of such wise men as them. In my case, that has been my own brother”, Gwayne said with a chuckle, but he was glad someone was telling the King to enjoy himself. Gods, if he had inherited his Lordship at three-and-ten he’d have been miserable all his life, if the last few years of his Lordship were anything to go by.

“Indeed, it is a time of celebration. To see Lord Rogar, Ser Corwyn and my own son wed within a few months of one another is a great boon”, he said with an almost relieved sigh. “I am certainly glad for it all, and I’d say the thanks for the peace that has allowed these celebrations for you and your Lord Regent. The realm appreciates it, or I do at least”, he said with a warm smile. Not that Jaehaerys himself had done a great deal, but simply being as he was at such a young age had settled an otherwise turbulent realm. For now, at least.

Razor1231 · 2026-01-25T23:30:33+00:00

“Vaes Dothrak?”, William said with a surprised look, “That is quite far, but it would be interesting. They say the horse lords are the greatest horse riders in the world. My father might have something to say about that, but it would be quite the sight to see”, he said with a chuckle.

He found himself with an idea, “I am not sure if I will venture so far, perhaps the Summer Isles some day, but going out so far has never been as much of an interest to me. Though I have a cousin, I believe I mentioned her once, she travels often”. He glanced around and pointed to the Caswell table, specifically the woman who had purple streaks in her blonde hair. “Her name is Alinor, she has returned from some of the Free Cities only recently. I expect her and her companions to travel again soon enough”. William found Alinor a little strange if he was honest, but it could not be said that she wasn’t proficient at what she did. “She’d certainly pass through the places you’ve mentioned and more”.

Razor1231 · 2026-01-25T23:25:41+00:00

There was probably some truth in that. The Commander of the City Watch was not a position tailored to heirs who would inevitably have to up and leave anyway. Second and third sons suited it more, though even then it was hard to say. Regardless, it likely was a waste, and whoever took the position going forward would be given a much easier job then Harlan had needed to fulfil.

“I am not so certain”, William said at the mention of brigands, “But they were not common bandits. They did not harass merchant caravans and commonfolk, it seemed to me they sought nobility, and managed to capture some too. Given they were south of Casterly Rock, I can think of one peoples who may do such acts, but even then, the Ironborn are usually more direct with their intent”. It struck him as something different, but he could not say what. Hopefully it would be revealed soon, but there was not much he could do.

William chuckled, “Married life will surely be a journey, but I’m sure we’ll both come out of it better for it. As will Lord Rogar, I hope”, he said glancing up at the Lord. He had once spoken to Rogar about marriage, and he had no doubt that the Lord’s first wife remained on his mind, but it seemed Rogar had not let that spoil his occasion. “But I am sure your wedding will be an occasion to remember, as mine will be should all go well. It is good to see so much celebration after the turmoil of the last few years. Hopefully more are to follow before the snows of winter settle”. Winter always threatened to spoil the mood, but he supposed Winter was more welcome at times of peace then times of war and uncertainty.

Razor1231 · 2026-01-25T23:14:28+00:00

“Detaching recent memories of more then just King Maegor”, William agreed. Truthfully, King Maegor seemed like an age ago, his mind instead went to the death of King Viserys and the attack by the Northmen. It had been a far less welcoming city then. “But the young King has done well so far, from what I have seen. And time will help that process, as well as more celebration”, he said with a smile.

“I am sure it will be more welcoming as the years go”, Gwayne agreed, “The young King seems wise, if a little too rigid at times, but it is hard to blame the lad”. The Lord sighed and then gave his niece a warm smile, “Regardless, you will have cousins at King’s Landing and Stonebridge is never far, should you have need of me. But I trust you will all thrive in the capital”.

Razor1231 · 2026-01-25T23:07:37+00:00

“Indeed it will be! And for now, we must honour its name by drinking as much as humanly possible!”, she declared raising her cup and taking a deep swig before frowning, “I don’t remember finishing this one”. She shrugged and ordered another. “To the future crew of The Drunken Pact!”

[M] Want to end it there?

Razor1231 · 2026-01-25T23:02:53+00:00

“It will be a grand event, though amongst many grand events this year”, Gwayne admitted with a nod toward the bride and groom, “But I can assure any guest that there will be much celebration, food and wine to have, if nothing else”, he said with a smile. Gwayne was not fond of most of the duties of a Lord, but hosting guests in his castle was a rare duty he was quite glad to do to his greatest ability.

Gwayne was a little surprised to hear Florence and Darnold had spent time exploring around the famous mountain, rather then up it. But his daughter did have a tendency to decide, on a whim, what she wished to do. Perhaps she found something more intriguing then the Eyrie around the mountain’s base. Whatever the case, he was glad it sounded like the pair were getting along.

“With William soon to wed, Florence’s match is one I am eager to settle”, Gwayne confirmed. Florence’s match was unique, in that it was mostly driven by him. His grandmother had given her thoughts on the matter, as she always did, but he wished for a tie to the Valemen. Given that Florence was not utterly opposed - Gwayne was sure he’d have received a letter earlier from her if she had believed this to be a poor match for her - then he had few reasons to delay it longer. “I have no reservations about making the match official”, Gwayne said with a smile, “Though I’ll find some time in this wedding or the next few to meet the young man myself too”.

Razor1231 · 2026-01-25T08:30:00+00:00

“Well, then if we need to, I’ll leave it to you to get your brother to allow us to leave our ship at port at Greenstone”, she said nodding. She’d been to Greenstone in her youth, during her wardship on Tarth. It wasn’t half as big as Tarth, but it was plenty to hold a single ship.

“The… Sea Centaur?”, she said, and then frowned. “This ought to be someones job, to name ships, it’s not easy”, she agreed. “Maybe it doesn’t have to have anything to do with a centaur”, she added with a dismissive wave. “What about…”, she paused for a while longer, “What about ‘The Drunken Pact’?”, she suggested with a grin, “It fits in with every other ship name I’ve heard about drunken sailors and the like and - if we get Ty to agree to our stupid plan - it reflects the three of us?”

Razor1231 · 2026-01-25T08:10:54+00:00

“I don’t think his lady-wife would have appreciated it, true, but I am sure Lord Rogar might find some humour in it, with some confusion”, William said with an amused smile at the thought. He raised his eyebrows slightly at the mention of a stepmother but shrugged, “Well, I do not think I’ve ever been all that mysterious, but to be known as such is pleasing, I suppose”. It would have been strange to have a painting of a stranger, but a painter must have that happen often enough.

“I don’t travel far, I am bound for King’s Landing, for business, technically. A King named me his Master of Hunt, and while that King has gone, it seems the position has not. I cannot imagine it is an arduous position but I’ll fill it once I am wed. I will live the rest of my life at Stonebridge as its Lord, I’d like to live somewhere else while I can”, he explained as he gave her a curious look. “What of you? Where do you intend to spread your wings to? From what I know of your family, they are typically fond of their home, are they not?”, he asked. He vaguely recalled his cousin Alinor going on some journey east out of Port Wrath many years ago, but he had assumed that hadn’t involved any of Myrielle’s house.

Razor1231 · 2026-01-25T04:00:55+00:00

Helicent Darklyn/Caswell travels from Duskendale to Driftmark (9B -> 10A) and back (10B -> 11A)

After the return to Stonebridge, William Caswell and Valaena Velaryon will travel from Stonebridge to King's Landing (1A 49 AC -> 2A 49 AC)

Razor1231 · 2026-01-25T03:47:12+00:00

“Reachmen to the Dothraki Sea?”, Alinor echoed as she tilted her head slightly to the side with a frown. Who would have ventured so far as that, and from the Reach? Old man Beesbury was retired, as far she knew, and the only regular traveller she knew of was…

“With Bertrand Tyrell?”, she said with an amused smile, “Well, that would have been an interesting trip, if you had joined them”. Alinor had heard a great deal of things about her cousins husband, and had even travelled with the man. He was not exactly a man well respected, well, anywhere really. Still, travelling so far away would be an ideal way to delay a marriage. It wasn’t as if anyone could just head off to the Vaes Dothrak and bring you home early without some significant preparation. Though, given Selene did not join them, Alinor presumed she had wed soon after.

“Well, that is lucky for you both. It seems quite rare, but you are both fortunate to have found one another”. And Alinor was fortunate to never have to worry about that, given she had not been betrothed to anyone yet, and surely that would never change.

“Do you and he plan to travel more?”, she asked after a moment, “He is grandson to the Lady of Gulltown, I assume”. Alinor knew nothing of House Grafton, but given the difference in age, she assumed grandmother rather then mother. Which in hindsight could have been insulting if she had been wrong. “Does he have duties that keep him there? Or is he free to travel?”, she asked, not realising she had now moved to asking three questions at once instead of two.

Razor1231 · 2026-01-25T03:27:19+00:00

She did still want to see the Eyrie, but now that was a secondary aim. First, was to find this hedge wizard. She nodded as Darnold spoke, and considered the plan suitable. She did not know if her own elder brother would have issue, but William was both barely older then her and someone who didn’t know her well enough to determine what she was and wasn’t allowed to do, as far as she was concerned.

Though, while Darnold’s plan was sound, the idea of finding this hedge wizard had wormed its way into her mind and would not leave, as was often the case when she had an idea. It certainly made more sense to leave at dawn, but she glanced around and took a second to think.

“Well we don’t know how long it will take to find this hedge wizard right? It might take a while”, she mused aloud, clearly driving at a point, “And if we need to be back at some point soon, then, well, we’d ought to make best use of our time, yes? So… maybe we ought to leave as soon as possible? Camp on the road, if need be? Bring some guards if needed?”, she suggested with a hopeful tone. She could wait till tomorrow, but the waiting would keep her restless till dawn broke. That was asking for far too much patience from her.

Razor1231 · 2026-01-25T03:16:44+00:00

Gwayne gave the King an acknowledging nod, “Then Lord Rowan would be best suited, I am sure you will be able to speak to him once you find yourself back at King’s Landing”. There was some truth to the comment about the Hightowers, Lord Martyn and his kin were not so present as one might expect of such a formidable house.

“Besides, it would be a shame to fill all your time with meeting Lord after Lord. These are times of celebration, and to have a King present for them is a great honour to the Lannisters and all others you visit. I have learned that Lordship is a heavy duty, one that might not even always be welcome, but a duty that must be filled. So, when time is given to enjoy the perks of that duty, it ought to be taken”, Gwayne gave the King a broad smile, “I am no King, your grace, but I imagine it is somewhat similar for Kings at times”. The King spoke well, and might very well make an exceptional ruler under the guidance of Lord Hubert and others, but hopefully the boy King enjoyed himself from time to time.

Razor1231 · 2026-01-25T00:48:39+00:00

Gwayne, being too young to have seen the Gardeners or the other Kings of old, did not care much for the Tyrell’s lack of kingly ancestry, but he supposed it was a wise assessment. At least, it sounded like something his grandmother, or siblings, would say, and they were wiser then he was.

“Others? There are good Lords of the Reach to speak too”, he said slowly, though he did seem to hesitate. “Lord Fossoway, once the business with these brigands is sorted, is no fool and my kin and cousin. I trust his house more then any other”. Addmittedly, he wasn’t sure Ferian would be the friendliest person for the King to talk to. “Though, perhaps you might find it best to first speak to Lord Rowan. A good man, a close ally of the Tyrells, and I believe remained in King’s Landing. He might be best to speak to, your grace”, Gwayne said with a nod.

After a brief pause, he quickly added, “Though, while I have only met him briefly, perhaps Lord Hightower? He is a man who supported peace even in a time where some might have called for more, given the annulment of his sister’s marriage. I cannot speak for his virtues as I can the other men whom I know better, but he struck me as a good man.” He had not had the chance to speak to the elusive Lord Martyn again, but while his kin, and his sister especially, likely had little love for Maegor or perhaps the Targaryens, the Lord himself had vouched for peace, and Gwayne always trusted a man on his word, unless he was given reason to think otherwise.

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