It was a decently long journey from Lannisport to King's Landing, but not so bad on the Gold Road. It was just over a fortnight all in all. But at last Willam Lannister and his caravan had arrived at the massive gates of the city. He'd been to King's Landing a few times before, for a few parties and various business occasions with his father. From his memory the city was a lot like Lannisport, big with all kinds of different people.
He had spent the whole journey on horseback, leading the column as was expected of him. The trip itself was rather uneventful, Medea was having fun though performing maneuvers as they traveled. The Gold Lion on the red banners flew through the streets of King's Landing as the Lannister entourage approached the keep. Each rider wore an identical crimson cloak including Willam himself. It looked like a sea of blood flushing through the streets. A grim thought but oddly appropriate given the Lannisters reputation, something Willam wanted to change.
He approached the Gates to the Red Keep, as expected there were quite a few guards. "Lord Willam Lannister, here in service to the King." He heard his herald announce beside him. Willam didn't particularly care for heralds, and the banners should be indicative of who he was, but still it was proper form. After his herald announced him, Willam and his men were led through the gates into the Keep proper. From there the young lord dismounted, trusting his friend and travel companion Tywin Kenning, son and heir of Kayce. The two met as boys and have been friends and brothers ever since.
A servant approached him, wanting to lead him to his quarters. "That's fine, Tywin have my things brought to my quarters in a few hours please. No need to do everything at once." He looked back to the servant. "Very well my good man, lead the way." He was lead down a few hallways and up some stairs and eventually was lead to a rather lush common room. He could already see a few direwolves which was a surefire indicator there were Starks around. Right as he was entering he heard a female voice.
"Can we all drop the pleasantries, please? Look around you; what do you see? I see the strongest powers in Westeros gathered in one room. You all probably think we're here so the Targaryens can keep their claws around the great powers of Westeros but it's not the case. The Targaryens are losing favour and like it or not, soon someone will rise against them and more than likely, it'll be someone from this very room. Daerys isn't trying to control you - he just dragged you into the Game of Thrones and now he has the upper hand. Each and every one of you are exposing your weaknesses and you haven't even been here an hour yet. I don't particularly give a shit about any of you but the last thing I want is Daerys ruling with an iron fist. We had to get rid of the last Dragon that did that, after all."
Instantly and with quite the fervor Willam announced his presence with a a reply of his own. "Or he's very simply trying to prevent a future civil war by having the heads of the great houses learn to live with each other while we're young. Maybe, Seven forbid we becomee friends of some sort. Because isn't a lasting and prosperous peace a goal worth fighting for? I believe so, and in that spirit I am here. To promote peace and prosperity throughout the realm." With that he entered the room in full, dressed in gold and crimson with a few decorative pieces of plate on his shoulders, shins, and forearms. Strapped to his waist was a rather thin sword with a basket hilt, called a a rapier. His crimson cloak was clasped by a gold brooch shaped in the sigil of the Lannisters. "His Grace, the King, has been an able and fair monarch thus far. I see no reason to assume that will change at the drop of a hat." At that he took a moment to give a slight bow to the occupants of the room, most he could identify just by looking at them. "Willam Lannister, at your service."
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