Two figures walked through the halls of the Red Keep, their footsteps echoing through the corridor. [color=gold]"My lord, today is the day that the Wards arrive. And with them will come the Arryn's Last Whore. I assume you've made the preparations to deal with her?"[/color] one man asked. Their features were hard to discern due to the choice of wearing a hood in summer, however, the man who had spoken was a good deal shorter than his silent partner. [color=steelblue]"Of course I have my good friend. Our mutual ally with tastes more akin to that of, Dorne perhaps, has already made the arrangements. I trust that he picked the right man for the job. The Arryn's will have lost an heir by the end of this moon, and if we're lucky, they'll declare war. If we're not than we'll have to continue our work in the shadows, though not for much longer."[/color] The taller man spoke with a softer voice, one that was smooth as silk. [color=gold]"I trust that if our mutual friend has dealt with it, then the girl is as good as dead. I'll be sure to report our success to you my lord,"[/color] the shorter man said. They reached the end of the hallway, where stairs spiraled down into the depths of the Red Keep. [color=steelblue]"Here is where I leave you friend. I trust that you will secure my power here while I am away,"[/color] the man said, before descending into the castle.

[b]King Daerys Targaryen[/b]

Daerys Targaryen sat in the Small Council room, his Hand and most trusted friend seated across from him. [color=crimson]"Jon we have no idea as to who could be leading the Knights of the Moon! We can't just run after them without a plan!,"[/color] the king shouted. He and Jon Royce had been having this argument since the Knights of the Moon had first arisen. Jon wanted to squash the rebellion, and Daerys wanted to wait. [color=orange]"We have waited like you wanted to! But now the Knights have grown stronger! We can't just keep waiting for them to fall on their own sword!"[/color] Jon shouted back at his king, his face going red. He held a special hatred for the knights. The Vale was his home, and these rebels sought to tear it to pieces. [color=crimson]"I'm done having this conversation Jon. The Wards will be here soon. Make sure they are all greeted and brought to their common room. Oh and make sure Illysia is there. I'd like her to forge some worthwhile friendships,"[/color] the king said before waving Jon away. His friend nodded, and left without a word. The king knew that his friend was angry but he was still the king. He sighed. He'd have to recompose himself for his meeting with the Wards.


[b]Morgan Stark[/b]

Morgan smiled as he and his party approached King's Landing. His direwolf, Winter, padded alongside him, creating a nice amount of space between him and any other riders. He and his sister had left Winterfell more than a fortnight back. And he had to say, it had been quite an adventure. When his father had come to him he'd been confused. He'd assume that Kyran would be sent as a Ward, due to his age. However, his father had sent him and his sister instead. [i]"We both know that Kyran is a cold boy. He won't make friends like you. And I fear that we are in a time where friends are sorely needed."[/i] Morgan had gone without complaint. He had always wanted to travel and he figured this was as good a time as any. He'd loved the sights, seeing the countryside and the Trident. It had all been exhilarating. Soon, he and his sister's party had reached the city's gates. The guards saluted them before raising the gate. The Starks quickly made their way through and began the trip to the Red Keep. Morgan decided to race ahead, laughing at the looks the peasants gave him and Winter. When he finally reached the front of the castle, a servant was there to meet him. He dismounted his horse and smiled. [color=silver]"It's my pleasure to introduce myself as Morgan Stark, Lord of Winterfell. This here is my direwolf, Winter. Now, my sister will be here soon, as will our luggage. I expect however that you are here to lead me to a waiting spot,"[/color] Morgan said, his hair mussed up from the ride. The servant nodded, his face having gone pale at the sight of the direwolf. As more men dressed in servants wear appeared in the courtyard, obviously awaiting the arrival of the others, Morgan was led up a spiral staircase to a room that seemed to be the Ward's common room. Cushioned seats littered the room, as did paintings and bowls of exotic fruits. There were eight doors on the side, which Morgan assumed were bedrooms for each Ward. The Stark boy sat down in a chair, his direwolf sitting on the floor next to it, and awaited the arrival of his fellow Wards.