King Rodrick's Court

[Horas]

The court of King Rodrick Baratheon. All of the major lords who rebelled against him are compelled to travel with his court until their loyalty can be fully reaffirmed. As is always the case with King Rodrick, there is plenty of food, wine, and women present.

The court is currently in King's Landing.

[The Flint]

Lady Leanna Cressey performs a dance with some of the ladies-in-waiting while the elderly Ser Archibald plays Cyvesse with Maester Tolbridge.

The Lady Leanna is looking stunning, as always, in a dress made of cloth of silver and a hairnet of black gemstones.

[The Smith]

The King sits in his seat, drinking and watching the show.

[The Flint]

Lady Leanna finishes the dance and bows very low to her king showing of a perfect set of white cleavage. She offers a charming smile, and leaves the dance floor to find a glass of wine to whet her thirst.

[The Smith]

The King smiles, and pours his nearly full glass onto the dirt. Standing he walks to the table covered with wine glasses. Smiling at the man he points at a bottle. The man hands it to the king. Rodrick turns looking for the pretty lady who was dancing, seeing her he asked, "Would you like a drink?"

[The Flint]

Leanna fluttered her eyelids "oh your grace is too kind," she curtsied again for another view of boobs, and than than stood holding out her wine chalice in a delicate hand.

[The Smith]

Taking her hand to steady the chalice, he fills her glass to the brim. "Would you like to take a walk, Lady..." His voice trails off at the end.

[The Flint]

"Oh that would be very nice Your Grace, where would you like to go?" the girl says putting her free hand in front of her mouth to hide her giggling.

Ser Archibald looks up from the Cyvasse gaming table but if he thinks something of what is happening he is wise enough not to say so.

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

The Lord of the Crossing arrives, immaculately dressed and not a hint of dirt between his nails. Beside him walks Ser Hamilton Frey, carefully preened to look the prospective royal defender, and Ser Armen Vance, equally dressed but with a figure almost ruined by the knowledged of being amongst the people who butchered his brother.

[The Smith]

Rodrick laughed, and began to lead her away. Her hand still gently clasped in his. "There is nowhere I do not want to go. But my private gardens should be beautiful at this time."

[The Flint]

She held his hand ever so lightly, and walked by his side.

"Your Grace looks splendid today, if I may say so." She says.

[Fel]

Lord Qhored Harlaw, Bloody Kurt and Ser Wulf Pyke stood apart from everyone else. Qhored glanced a critical eye across the court, not looking pleased to be there.

[The Smith]

Rodrick chuckled at the young woman, "You may. Thank you." He smiled, "And I can not stop myself from admiring your ample bosom."

[Lord Lester Merryweather]

Lord Baldwin Lefford arrives with Ser Lyn Payne to attend king Rodrick's court. His blond hair is freshly washed and his clothes clean. He is dressed in the colors of house Lefford, light blue and gold, with a golden lion on his chest. It showed both his mother's and father's heritage. Ser Lyn wore the colors of his house as well.

[Erik]

Tyberion, Allyria, and their typical retinue arrive just after Baldwin, as befits their higher stature. The group breaks apart, with Tyberion and his sister getting some wine and approaching the Ironborn. Tyberion nods at Wulf. "Grand party, eh?" He asks, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.