The Grand Council

[Tytos]

Doran kneels with the rest of the party, smiling slightly. "I thought it would be more lively." He whispered quietly to a man next to him.

[Horas]

Horas says nothing in return but gives Doran a look that makes it clear that now is not the most appropriate time for japes.

[Tytos]

Doran sighs and his face grows blank, but contents himself by glancing around the room. He happens to notice some blood stains and a main or two with a wound.

Damn, looks like we were late for the entertainment.

He soon realizes why everybody is kneeling, in oath to the King and prayer to the Seven. He starts a silent prayer to the Seven, although he soon found it to be a poor way to reach diplomatic compromises.

[Imry Willfyre]

Owen, turned his head from a kneeling position, so that he could see the Dornishmen through his peripheral vision.

[Horas]

The Hand's lip curls up in a sneer as the Dornishmen arrive, but as Brynden Royce enters he smiles.

"Take notice," Yancey says to the assembly of kneeling lords, "Of a man who knows the meaning of loyalty to his King. I can think of no better man in the realm to be His Grace's Master of Laws."

[The Smith]

Rodrick smiles, and walks over and embraces Brynden.

[The Smith]

Rodrick smiled, "I can think of few better." He clapped Brynden on the back.

[The Smith]

"No stand with my Brynden. My friends are over here." Putting an arm around his shoulders he guided his in-law to the other men, and stood looking at the kneeling men.

[westerosi]

As the Septon begins his prayers for the King and court, the Northerners stands up, though they stay in the courtroom until the prayers are over.

[Fel]

Wulf winks at Brynden when he enters, and grins as he is given the Master of Laws seat.

[Lord Howland Royce]

Lord Howland and Brandon was kneeling along with the other Valelords.

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

After the swearing of vows those Lords that follow the Seven rise when instructed by the King.

"Shall we reconvene later your Grace, when the Northmen are finished as well?"

[Tytos]

Doran stood as men around the room started to as well. The manner in which the Master of Laws was chosen surprised him a little, but he supposed the stories about the King and his friends were true.

[The Smith]

Rodrick nodded, "Of course." He smiled, turned and left the room with a steady stride.

[Aerys]

As the King turned to leave, Ser Monterys Velaryon moved forward, limping slightly. The young Velaryon knelt before the Hand, still clutching his shoulder wound. All could see that the upper arm of Monterys' doublet below his injured shoulder was stiff with rapidly drying blood - courtesy of the late Lord Vance's blade.

"My Lord Hand, I would humbly make a request. Lord Lyreon Barclay joined his uncle Breck Dondarrion in rebellion against you. I would therefore request that Lord Barclay's holding of Driftmark be removed from him and bestowed upon myself, the legitimate senior heir of House Velaryon, Lords of Driftmark for over five hundred years.