The light from the torches in the lion mouth reflect of shiny plate armour of the first rider, a kingsguard.His grey plate emblazoned with the three headed dragon and black scales reminiscent of a dragons ,a billowing white cloak behind him catches the wind.
Tyrion beside me radiating in excitement and bouncing on the ball of his feet, looking forward to seeing king that, unknown to him would be partly responsible for the rebellion and deaths of thousands that would start in the next six years.
"That's Ser Gerold Hightower , the commander of the kingsguard.And there's Ser Oswell Whent,' the black bat" Jamie lists of the names of the renowned members of the kingsguard, Cresei rolls her eyes at her childlike behaviour ,and as his fanboying gets to a where many of the household can hear his exited but loud whispers , Father silences him with a glare from the corner of his eyes.
As several of the Targaryen men-at-arms ride through after the two kingsguard,two more horses side by side come out of the depths of the lions Mouth. The one at my right sat atop a black charger coated in white a sign of another Kingsguard.The rider of said horse wears the same armour of his brothers ,yet the beneath the helm gleam of amethyst , a trait of those decended from Valyria .A great sword on his back, with decorative but practical cross guard made of blinding silver and the pommel of the star.Only a glimpse of the blade can be seen at where the hilt meets the sheath , however that glimpse was all it took for the purest form of white shine through.Ser Arthur Dayne, The Sword of the morning.
As a fan of 'Game of thrones' Ser Arthur Dayne is my favourite, his skilled swordplay and dual weilder swordmanship always excited me.The rider next to infamous Sword of the morning sat atop a white destrier, a tall strong horse that gives a , majestic air. He wore a black brigandine with red highlights, the sigil of House Targeryen display on his chest and on his two leather pauldrons.At his waist hung a longsword decorated of ruby and onyx at the guard and hilt , the sheath wrapped the blade in black leather.The rider has a head of shoulder-lenght alabaster coloured hair,fair skin and a pair of deep indigo eyes that radiated of melancholy . Sitting atop the destrier in a graceful posture war Rhaegar Targaryen ,Crown prince of Westeros and heir to the Iron Throne.
Cresei eyes turned dreamy as she got her first ever look at who she was to marry and started fangirling over him, hypocritical to what she saw Jamie doing.
Behind them came a horse-drawn carriage , decorated extravagantly with gold, obsidian and other gemstone and rituals a carriage fit for king.Behind rode three kingsguard:Ser Barristan Selmy, Prince Lewyn Martell and Ser Jonothan Darry , leaving Ser Gwayne Gaunt and Harlan Grandison to look after Queen Rhaella Targaryen and the newborn Prince, Viserys Targeryen.
As the procession came to halt , everyone discounted their horse and men-at-arms line behind the carriage .One of the servant boys then ran up to the carriage and place d tha stairs at the door. allowing whomever is inside the ability to edit gracefully.
Then Ser Gerold Hightower walked up to the door and open it ,after few moments, thin hand grabbed the inside of the opened door.
Using it as leverage to pull himself out and into the steps beneath him , decended the king.
The Defiance of Duskendale wouldn't occur for another year ,and so King Aerys Targeryen II wouldn't be the same person who burnt the Rickard Stark and had Brandon Stark strangle himself to death.though he wasn't far away from that person.
His appearance resembled of a frail older man, his once thick hairs now showing the signs of time and the crowfeet at the corner of his eyes deeper.But as he walk up to the line of Lannister's there is a incrprehensible look in his eyes.
The Lannisters and I,as well as all the household, kneel,as custom demands "Rose"the king call out in a aged voice.
As my father and king meet eyes, an overbearing tension fill the air.Once as close as brothers now as strangers.
"My king Casterly Rock is yours" says father in a voice void of emotion.
Turning slowly towards Tywin, he stares for a beat and then walks down the line stopping at front of the first pair of twins "Jamie"he says "is your swordmanship coming along".
Jamie nods "it is your grace" he replies to the question in exited tone, afterall the king himself is talking of his martial progress.
Aerys turns to Tywin and said in amused tone" well if you are as talented as I've heard then I might allow you into the Kingsguard"still keeping his eyes on Tywin whilst ruffling Jamie hair in familial way , enjoying the way Tywin clenched his teeth.
After coming to his bearing,he moves down the line to Tyrion and I.Looking at the both of us with condencending stare he turns back to father again.
"Your third and fourth sons ,I presume?"he asks rhetorically" Yes I can see the resemblance"he states mockingly looking at Tyrion, ignoring me altogether.
Turning to Tywin he said" Now my men and I are well traveled and would like to rest, guide us to our chambers."
"Of course, Your Grace"Father said sending a look to Kevan, signalling him to show the king his room.
As Uncle Kevan leads the King away,Aerys turns to his Rhaegar" Come son, don't want you getting lost in the den of the lions"causing Rhaegar and several members of Kingsguard to follow him, leaving the Lannister party in the courtyard.
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