Prince Aerys' Funeral March

[The Smith]

The funeral in King's Landing is long-stretching and full of mourners in grief over the loss of the ten year old prince's death.

[Princess Ariel Targaryen]

Unlike when King Aegon the Ungrateful died, the Princess of Dorne arrived in full state in King's Landing for this funeral, and a contingent of mourners from Dorne marched in the middle of the procession. Prince Aerys was marriage-kin to the Martells, after all, even if his grandfather had not been when he died.

[Lilith Royce]

Elspeth Stone was deeply saddened to learn of the young Prince's death. He had been one of the pleasures of working with the family. He spoke fluent High Valyrian, bastard Valyrian, and Common Tongue, and had had smattering of other languages as well. He'd been a pet of all the translators.

She and the other translators joined the cortage, walking solemnly through the streets with the others, translating for people as needed.

[Bunny-Rabbit]

Lord Baldwin leads a token force of his men march in the parade.

Lord Piers and Ser Jast also lead a token force of Goldhands in the Parade.

[Lord Rhodri Arryn]

Lord Rhodri Royce, with his attendants and retainers, takes his part in the parade. If Lord Michael has traveled to King's Landing for the event, they will ride together.

[Lilith Royce]

To say that Angala Flowers, third child of Ser Arguel Flowers, was not a pretty girl was a massive understatement. She was the spitting image of her long faced, rough featured father, and was tall and flat chested to boot. At an early age, she had given up any notion of living the life of protected, pampered sweet young thing and instead had embraced the life of fighting and commerce that swirled around the Kings Landing marketplace. She learned to fight at an early age from Mistress Kate of the Black Daggers, and when she was a little older, trained with the Black Shields as well. She also learned counting and accounting from her father's knee and loved the jingle of coppers, silvers, and stags of every day commerce. She had many skills and yet she tried not to think of the future, of the dreary life of being forced to marry some hapless fool, or worse yet ending up rejected and forced to be the dutiful spinster daughter to her parents.

She, like the rest of Kings Landing, mourned when she heard of the death of the poor young prince and went down to the High Street to honor the prince by watching his funeral parade. As usual, she dressed in plain loose male clothing, far more comfortable than anything a girl normally wore.

She had gotten there early to get a good view of all the dignitaries and mentally checked off all the coats of arms she recognized. Lord Baldwin Lannister with his necklace of hands and golden lion shield today with a bar of black across it was easy to spot. Some rowdy and obviously drunken youths just down the street from her started jeering and throwing rotten fruit when he came by.

Then the unthinkable happened. One of the youths broke from behind the barrier and began trying to assault Lord Lannister with a rough club. Flowers lept to protect the Hand, disarming the youth with a quick slice of a dagger, and pushing him to the ground. Guards quickly surrounded the band of youths and she was left standing alone, looking into the eyes of the Hand of the King.

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Elane rode with Rhodri and Ser Robert, Vale knights and ladies accompanying them. Her blood bay palfrey reared as a young man broke from the crowd and startled her horse as he ran to Lord Baldwin. He was quickly overcome by a Black Shield.

"What was that all about?" Janna Belmore gasped.

Elane shook her head and watched narrowly.

[Bunny-Rabbit]

Baldwin looked into the eyes of the boy that had defended him trying to measure his soul. Looking over at Quinn the leader of his guard he said, "Take this boy bake to my tower, clean him and get him new clothes and some food. I owe him a debt."

Then Baldwin turned to Angela and said, "Please accept that offer I would like to thank you for your actions, but I do not have the time now." Then Baldwin kicked his horse into the parade and joined the flow traffic.

Quinn looked at Angela Floweres and grinned, "Come on boy no one says 'no' to the Hand."

[Lilith Royce]

Angala finally threw off her astonishment at what just happened. She nodded at Quinn and followed him to the Hand's Tower.

[Lord Rhodri Arryn]

After the parade, the Redroyce and his company depart King's Landing to return to the Stormlands and start raising their banners for the Wall.

[sire]

In the gathering of smallfolks, a person a bit higher than the crowd is stirring at the march and leans to the words leaking from the lips of the high lords and ladies as they are riding beside him. A crook smile emerges in the face of him and one wisp of silver lock among his dark straight hair glimmers under the light of sun. By the time the whole march has passed him, he turns around and looms out in the shadow of a tiny lane.

"It looks like be the Rat....", one beggar turns to his companion while he watches the man's leaving.
"Nay, nay, nay. The Rat has silver curls and..." the other one looks at the back of Lord Baldwin Lannister and continues, "no one can be still alive while he had slain one of the goldcloaks, the Hand will chase him to the Seven Hells."