The Wedding of the Twin Dragons

[Ser Podrick Baelish]

"Well then, You shall hear much of me in the future. Would join me in a drink?" he said to Lavinia.

[Ser Lewyn Corbray]

"Here? Before the wedding has even started?" Lavinia asked, raising a questioning eyebrow. She then placed a hand on her hip.

[The Great Other]

Aug 24, 2012 8:28:57 GMT -5 Ser Edric Reed said:

Edric quietly chuckles to himself as he passes the two guards. Taking only a moment to say:

"I will see you two tomorrow at dawn."

Edric makes his way towards Prince Jaehaerys and Lord Commander Maekar to introduce himself.

"Blessings upon you my Prince. A glorious day for a wedding. My name is Ser Edric Reed, at your service."

Markar looks to the Prince who is looking over the swampman.

"Thank you, Ser. Your blessings are welcome. You are the New Goldcloak Commander? Markar was saying we had a replacement."

Markar nods his White Iron armor fits well with the white cloak on his back. His face is aged and hardened with war and service. He towers over his Kin and his Violet eyes look deep purple when he stares at you.

For the prince his expression is young, long white hair as is normal for the royal line, his expression is cheerful and dressed in a ceremonial dragon armor that holds the impression of a gold dragon on the chest plate. He nods in thanks to the Knight.

[Ser Arthur Hightower]

Arthur Hightower strode in along side his brother and father. They all wore beautiful doublets adorned with the Higgtower shining. He saw Pod Baelish and the Martell girl flirting.. Traitor, he thought. The Martells fought for the Red God during the war. He would have put them to death, but it was the Tyrell boy whose family was killed. His father was here to ask for the boy, keep as a ward in Oldtown. He saw the Wolf talking with his uncle, a short man with the lord commander and the crown prince, and a giant of a man.

He asked for some wine from the nearest serveant. "Make it strong and sweet." He returned with a chalice of Arbor Gold. He drained it and wiped his mouth. "Another."

[Lord Wilhelm Stark]

Wilhelm looks to the royal booth, noting the location of his Uncle. He notices the Martell woman enter and people flock over her. He scoffs and shakes his head, people falling over a woman by simply looking at her is a boyish response.

He looks to Reed, his childhood friend was bold on this day, or just too excited walking directly up to the the Crown Prince and his protector. His opinion of the boy was not as well as it should be, he thought the child to be more worried about look and reputation then anything else.

[Ser Edric Reed]

Although many would be intimidated by the large Lord Commander, Ser Edric was used to being the smallest of the bunch and paid the intimidating looks no mind. He was simply happy to be with such noble and reknowned company.

"I am being groomed as the next Master-at-Arms of the Gold Cloaks, its true. However, I hear the Kingsguard is short two knights. I hope to prove myself worthy of the position during my time here, Lord Commander.

Enough of that though, theres a wedding to be had this day! I will take my leave, your Grace. Lord Commander, I look forward to seeing you again."

Edric walks past the Gold Cloak guards once more and seats himself at a pew a few rows back.

[Ser Arthur Hightower]

He handed his glass to a serveant, he was half drunk and felt like it. He took a seat next to the little swamp man and extended his hand in greeting. "Ser Arthur Hightower, at your service. I understand you're friends with Lord Wolf?

[The Great Other]

A smiling Tan lady sits down next to Liam and gives him a smile and a wave. "Hello young Ser." She smiles warmly

[Ser Edric Reed]

Edric could smell the wine permeating the air surrounding the knight who seated himself alongside him. He didn't seem too rowdy, however, so Edric offered his hand back.

"A pleasure Ser Arthur. I am Ser Edric Reed. Lord Wilhelm and I are old friends indeed. I was fostered by his father from a young age and we fought beside one another during the war. I have heard tales of your deeds during the war as well. I understand that is how you lost your ear. A scar that tells its own tale, I say."

[Ser Cedric Tarly]

Ser Cedric, his sisters, and his father had just arrived in King's Landing, and had barely had time to wash the dirt of their travels off of their body. Cedric was wearing an impressive red-and-green doublet that had the sigil of his house painstakingly embroidered above his left breast. Meanwhile, his two sisters wore matching dresses of red with strips of green that ran down the length of their bodies. His father wore a simple green tunic, as well as a noticeable scowl that he was trying his best to hide. Cedric's younger brother and mother were absent, no doubt left at Horn Hill.

Seeing that the sept was almost full of lords and ladies, the four found their seats almost smack-dab in the middle of the sept. Cedric and his father sat on the ends, with the two girsl in-between them.

[Ser Arthur Hightower]

Arthur's laughter boomed, disturbing several people. "A scar that tells it's own tale. Edric, I must have a book of tales then from the amount of scars I have." He put his cup down, "No need to get drunk today, I'll do that at the tourney. So, Reed, what is it like in the North?"

[Ser Podrick Baelish]

"Not wine, my lady, a glass of water, perhaps? I drink no wine nor ale." he offered. "I see that, Ser Arthur Hightower has arrived, and I've been waiting to talk to him since I left The Fingers... If tales are true he was the one who slayed the Old Ser Arthur Dayne... "

[Ser Edric Reed]

Edric notices Ser Podrick Baelish speaking with Princess Lavinia, yet he appears to be staring at Ser Arthur.

"It is cold mostly. It appears that you may have an admirer, Ser Arthur. The one they call The Maester has been staring you down from across the Sept. It's even distracting him from the beautiful Lavinia Martell."

[Ser Podrick Baelish]

Podrick turned to look for Ser Arthur and told Lavinia. "Talking about the man... He hasn't lifted an eye from us since he arrived."

[Ser Lewyn Corbray]

"You are still talking?" Lavinia asked, looking at Podrick with a feigned yawn. "I am so sorry, but you are terribly boring. What were you saying?"