Streets of King's Landing

[Victarion]

Donnel watched as the almshouses and hospitals of King's Landing were slowly rebuilt. He had located several skilled craftsmen who were out of a job to do the work, paying them from the Faith's large reserves. He had travelled out to the crownlands in the past week, buying the food surpluses and reserves from the lords there, and bringing it back to the city to distribute it. With Andry's presence almost non existant, having kept himself to the Red Keep, the High Septon had become the defacto leader of the capital, well, at least in terms of food and trade.

The High Septon had helped keep trade in King's Landing going for the past few weeks by buying the merchant's wares and then putting them to good use. A seemingly usesless piece of cloth was sent to the clothing shops, to make clothing with. The Blacksmiths turned their attention to making nails to supply His Holiness with enough of them to rebuild after the fires.

[Ellinda]

Septa Elda travelled with the High Septon, talking to the women and children of King's Landing. As usual they were hit the hardest by the fires.

[Horas]

Some time after the city has been retaken, Horas Blackwood re-enters King's Landing with his guard and several hundred men who had fled from the field. He makes for the Red Keep.

[swammeyjoe]

Lord Marbrand and his troops enter, Marbrand is looking for Marten.

[wookie]

Jirri sat on a battered looking crate in one of the numerous alleyways around Kings Landing, counting the copper pennies from the purse he'd just lifted. He whistled a happy tune as he dug out a silver stag amongst them. He grinned and bit into it, rather melodramatically.

He'd taken to sharing the wagon with Osmund on the Street of Steel. Though a loner by nature, he found himself taking a liking to the serious-minded smithy and his ridiculous moustache. Plus, he was getting tired of flitting from one rank hidey-hole to another, a step ahead of the gold cloaks. They never bothered the artisans so it was as good a place to hole up as any. He'd heard from the cryers that there'd be a tourney coming up. With all the distractions and events, pickings should be good. He grinned again, pocketed the purse in a secret slit in his tunic and lightly leapt from the crate, heading towards the marketplace.

[Aerys]

The small folk stopped and stared as Queen Elyssandra moved past on her palfrey, accompanied by her 50 strong retinue resplendent in their Baratheon livery. Only a small seahorse on the right breast marks them as the Queen's men. Several of her guardsmen marched ahead of her, clearing the way and shouting "Make way for Queen Elyssandra, grandmother of King Rickon."

The Queen had not been seen in these parts for many years, but was remembered by the older small-folk as being generous with alms-giving and largesse.

There had not been a queen in King's Landing, since the Stark queen had left the city some years ago and so Queen arrival was greeted with some excitement by the small folk especially the older ones. The older folk pointed out the Queen to their children and grandhcildren, telling them stories of old King Rodrick of old and the royal court of their youth.

The Queen smiled sweetly, her alteraction at the port forgotten. She waved majestically to the gathering crowds and her progress slowed as the crowd began to grow. Some of her formerly startling beauty was still evident, her high cheekbones and greying silver gold hair indicating her Valryian ancestry. Many of the older men in the crowd sighed in rememberance of the beauty she once was.

By the time they neared the Red Keep, the crowd had swelled to several thousand. Their mood was happy and most, if not all, were waving at and cheering the Queen.

[The Stranger]

The crush begins to press in on Queen Elyssandra after the false rumor spreads that the entourage was throwing coins and sweets to the small folk. Soon the road is choked full of smallfolk, curious as to where their (allegedly) promised coin is.

[mark]

Robb Tarly, standing atop the battlements of the Keep thinking sad thoughts, noticed the pressing mob and could smell something going wrong. He also noticed the Baratheon colors among the mounted party. Springing into action, he whisked down the towers and towards the gate. "You! And you," Robb snapped, pointing to two guards who were looking hesitantly at the situation that was nearing the keep. One wore Dondarrion colors and the other Connington. "Gather some men, quick. I do not know who the approaching party is, but I believe they are royalty, and the mob is getting angry. Let us protect the King's family." After a short wait, they rode out towards the approaching riders to escort them back to the Keep.

[mark]

"Do not attack anyone," Robb cautioned as they made their way down the street. "We are to escort them back, that is all."

[Aerys]

Queen Elyssandra now tightly surrounded by her guardsmen had slowed to a walk. Luckily the major portion of the crowd was behind them, as they had followed the progress of the party as it proceeded through King's Landing.

Most of those smallfolk closest to the Queen were still cheering and waving at her.

They had now almost reached the entrance to the Red Keep.

[mark]

Robb's jaw slightly dropped when he heard the name the smallfolk were yelling. His father Trevor had told him many tales of the Queen's beauty. Taking over the stormland guards that had come forth with him, Robb ordered them to make no rash move and to open the gates for the approaching party. Robb himself, although Elyssandra appeared to be perfectly composed, proceeded to place himself at the head of her party to see them through the gates.

Once they had entered and the mob was closed off from entrance, Robb dismounted and knelt in front of Elyssandra. "My queen, it is a great honor. My lord father often spoke of your great beauty when he would return home from King's Landing."

[The Stranger]

As it became clear that there would be no coins or sweets for the children, the crowd rapidly dispersed muttering.

[Aerys]

Queen Elyssandra looked down at the young man kneeling before her, before gently touching him on the shoulder.

"I thank you for your assistance my young lord. You may rise."

"And may I enquire as to your name?"

[mark]

Robb rose, his eyes stuck on the regal figure in front of him. "Lord Robert Tarly of Horn Hill, my queen."

[Aerys]

Queen Elyssandra inclined her head towards Lord Tarly.

"Your father was....."

she paused briefly trying to remember,

"ah yes...Trevor. I have not been to Kings Landing for some time, but I do remember him. And you are his son? How time flies. Well your father was most kind, but I am afraid that whatever beauty I had has disappeared over the years."

OOC: Shall we continue this conversation in the Red Keep thread?