Rodryck was jostled awake by one of the gold cloaks to be brought back to the Red Keep. Though he couldn't claim to have slept particularly well or felt particularly rested and ready for the gruelling day ahead of him. Another strange dream, and they seemed to be coming at increasing frequency. He found his body being tugged at by strings and a familiar laughing echoing in his ears. The face that welcomed Rodryck when he went to his water bucket was sallow and sunken-eyed. He smashed that face and splashed his face clean with cool, fresh water before getting himself dressed out of his smallclothes and into something more appropriate for going to court. Of course, it was basically the same outfit as he had been wearing on previous court encounters - he did not have a very diverse wardrobe for obvious reasons.
But his heart was elevate bit more when he got to the palace and saw Maester Symon dismounting from a carriage that had brought him here from the Summering Woods. He nodded across the courtyard to the man who he trusted with his children, with his lands. He wanted to shout out so many questions - how was Tomyn and the other children, were the lands safe, were the people happy - but he held his tounge. It would not be appropriate as a witness to be interacting with another who was presenting before the King. He was escorted to the Throne Room, where others crowded. Some were involved directly in the trial - there was Paul in his binds - and others were family members - there were more men in Duneadane colours, seperate from Paul's party, that Rodryck assumed might be cousins he didn't know, Sarenal or Rexal.
Rodryck turned when he heard the great doors open again and saw Maester Symon walking softly in, his chain clinking, flanked by rangers who bore two bodies aloft on stretchers. There were covered by plain blankets, but there were obviously only two men the bodies could be - victim and killer. It had been a few days since the incident, so the bodies had been salted and perfumed to hold back decay and cover the smell some. Symon and his men set the bodies in a space near the centre of the room, with the rangers being joined by gold cloaks in keeping people away from the body to prevent evidence being tampered with.
The accused was here, the accuser was here... Now all that was needed was the King to oversee it all...