The Lannister Housewarming Ball

[Erik]

The new Lannister Manor is decked out splendidly for the ball. Huge tables covered in food are set up in the main dining hall, along with an orchestra and a space cleared for dancing.

Tyberion and Allyria, dressed in their finest red silk and cloth-of-gold, stand at the door to greet their guests.

[Tytos]

Ser Quentyn Prester enters the Ball, proud to say he was among the first to arrive. As he entered he nodded to Lord Tyberion and Lady Allyria.

"Greetings Lord Lannister, greetings M'Lady." Quentyn said kindly, a big grin on his face.

[Aerys]

Ser Lyonel Velaryon follows Ser Quentyn into the ball, approaches the host and hostess and gives a short bow.

"Lord Tyberion, Lady Allyria...greetings. My mother Alessa and my grandfather Steffen Lannister also bid me to send their well wishes."

[Erik]

Tyberion nods and smiles to Prester, telling him, "Good to see you, Ser Quentyn. Go get stuffed and drunk, have a good time!"

He also greets Velaryon warmly. "Ah, yes, I'll have to write to Steffen one of these. I fear we've gotten rather out of touch."

[Imry Willfyre]

When Ser Owen arrives he immediately immerses himself in the party, laughing and chatting with the guests closest to the entrance and working his round.

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

Loren Irwyn arrives at the party with his wife Sara Tarly Irwyn, he smiles at the guests and then moves to get lost in the crowd to watch and listen.

[The Smith]

The King arrives stumbling into Lord Tyberion, and smiling at Allyria warmly. Moving forward he shook Lord Lannister's hand. "Greetings my little lions." Then he hugged Allyria close, and bured his head into her hair breathing in deeply.

[The Smith]

Lady Petra Bettley, and her son Ben begin to mingle with the crowd.

Lord Smallwood and Mallister enter nodding to the Lannisters and moving away easily.

[Erik]

Tyberion keeps his cool as the king hugs Allyria, and she returns the embrace lightly and quickly. They greet Selyse and Brynden warmly, and bid all to make their way inside and enjoy themselves.

Allyria begins to fidget a bit, waiting for Howland to arrive.

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

Lord Victor Frey enters, holding a long ribbon tied to the defeated Lyreon Barclay's neck. He has been dressed in the battered armour he was caught in, which has been debased with obscene children's drawings and little decadent poems about his stump. The stump itself has been replaced with a wooden hand, thefingers chipped off by the mob's many abuses.

To each side of the pair are four Frey guards, ready to decapitate the prisoner if he so much as spits on their master. One guard holds a small jeweled box.

"Ladies and gentleman," intones the charming little shit. "I give you the former lord Lyreon Barclay."

[Erik]

Allyria looks rather horrified, while Tyberion chuckles a bit.

"Lord Victor." Tyberion says with a nod, then turns to the other. "And Master Barclay. How good of the both of you to join us. Make yourselves at home. Especially you, Barclay, given that you lack one of your own."

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

"And what a majestic home it is, Lord Tyberion!" He bows to Allyria. "My lady..."

He does not allow his captice to sit until he has been presented to the king.

[Erik]

Tyberion nods to the compliment, while Allyria holds her hand out to Frey.

"It is rather nice, isn't it. Just had to bring some of the charm of home to this city, or what little could be managed." He says.

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

He takes the hand and kisses it before answering Tyberion. "Yes, King's Landing is not particularly kingly... I always felt Oldtown or Lannisport were more fitting homes for the royal family, but alas..."He shrugged then took a drink. "Well, I'm sure you heard much the same talk from your late father."

[Erik]

"Oh, yes, now and then. But such talk's frowned upon, of course."