Road to Lannisport

[Viea Greyjoy]

Title says all....

The road heading to the city of Lannisport.

[Viea Greyjoy]

Marianne left Adelene in the care of one of the women that cooed over her child everyday and took one of the spare horses, riding up to see Daeron.

[Flex]

Daeron was riding near the front of the column beside his wife.

[Viea Greyjoy]

Marianne kicked the horse, making it canter to where her brother and sister-in-law were.

"Daeron." She called him.

[Flex]

Daeron looked up with a smile. "Mari - how are you?"

[Viea Greyjoy]

"Bored..." Marianne said wrinkling her nose. "Will you race me brother? I havent ridden a horse, properly since I left."

[Flex]

"Well.... if you insited." Daeron said, turning round to his wife and giving her a wink. "One three." He took his reigns in hand. "Three!" With that he shot off.

[Viea Greyjoy]

Marianne laughed and chased after him barly moments after he flew off.

[Flex]

Daeron was ahead of her for the first half of the race but suddenly her horse belted past him. Of course they had made out a finishing line just before, which had somehow been left out, but it happened to be a tree. Daeron caught up again and for a moment it looked like the race would be a tie but then Mari's horse belted off again and she was past the finishing-tree first.

Daeron rode in beside her. "Well done, well done!"

[Viea Greyjoy]

Marianne laughed and looked back at the train, standing in the stirrups.

"It seems so pointless doesnt it?"

[Flex]

"What does?" Daeron asked grinning.

[Viea Greyjoy]

"All this." She said gesturing to the people. "Following our brother blindly."

Mari smiled a little.

[Flex]

"Court is court." Daeron replied with a chuckle. "I was away when it moved to Storm's End but I think I will stick with it for a while now. I have a few odds and ends to take care of but they aren't too important."

[Viea Greyjoy]

"I mean the people that just want to do as he wants them to Daeron, not us. The people that dont know him and instantly do as he asks just to seem like loyal little subjects."

[Flex]

"Some people are born to be subjects." Daeron replied. "They grasp onto someone with power because they are leeches; you've seen the fake smiles for sure."