[center][h3]Willam Lannister[/h3][/center]

Willam gave a polite smile of his own, taking the offered arm. Ever the picture of courtesy and grace Willam took to a slow stroll. 
[color=ed1c24]"So, tell me my lady, how do you find King's Landing thus far? I can't imagine it even competing with Highgarden in terms of beauty, of course. Still, if I may, the dragon iconography at least is remarkably interesting wouldn't you say?"
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He would stick to small talk, for a time. Until they were in a safer place. The conversation he really wanted to get to would have to wait until a more opportune moment. Willam was positive that Iris would figure out his intentions, if she hadn't already. The Westerlands and the Reach have historically enjoyed very profitable alliances in the past, and forging a new one certainly wouldn't hurt. Especially since allies were in short supply for a Lannister. 

Eventually they reached what Willam guessed were his chambers. They had already been decorated, crimson and gold with Lions all over the place. Truthfully it was a bit garish but somehow he'd live with it. Willam pulled out a chair for Iris, expecting her to sit then taking a seat himself. [color=ed1c24]"Lady Flowers tell me, what do you like to do in your spare time?"[/color]

[center][h3]Brandon Baratheon[/h3][/center]

Brandon's jaw clenched as Lyanna expressed her concerns, after Reed approached Lyanna further elaborated, causing Brandon stand to his full height and crack his knuckles. [color=fff200]"I'm sure we'll be fine. After all, none of us are exactly weak. We can kill anyone who comes after us. [/color]

He froze at the mention of his father, giving Lyanna a hard look. He felt the familiar swirl of the storms in his blood as his mind dwelt on that despicable man. He could feel every muscle in his body twitching, begging him to hit something, anything. He tried to calm the storm, really he did. But nothing was working. That is, until he gazed at Manasa, or more specifically her bright green eyes. He couldn't place it but there was something about them that fascinated him. He felt every bone in his body drain of tension and strife, like the storm was being sucked out of him. It felt strangely hollow.

Brandon had a hard time tearing himself from her gaze to look on the Tyrell's bodyguard who'd come with an apology. It sounded sincere enough and at the least it didn't sound like he'd make a threat against them again s that was something. [color=fff200]"No harm, no foul lad. Just remember what I said, some aren't as lenient as I and would take your tongue for less."[/color] With that he turned back to his companions, motioning out of the room.