The journey to King's Landing from Pyke took about two and a half weeks. Unfortunately only about two days of that was spent on a ship. The rest was spent on a horse, or as they got closer to King's Landing, in a carriage. The carriage was the most idiotic contraption ever built. It was a waste of wood and horses and completely unnecessary when she could ride just fine. Unfortunately the closer they got to King's Landing, the more eyes were on them and the more appearances mattered. Robyn hadn't spent her entire life on a ship but she had spent a good majority of it, and the rest of her time at least by the ocean. Being landlocked like this was odd, however King's Landing was on a bay so she'd at least have that. [i]If we ever get there,[/i] Robyn thought as they stopped again. She forced the door open and got out of the carriage. 
“Why have we stopped again? I can see the castle from here and yet we are stopped.” Robyn was almost out of patience. She was tired and annoyed and this wasn't helping. 
“One of our horses stumbled and twisted it's leg m'lady.” One of her guards said and she went over to the horse. He was on the ground on his side, and he didn't look like he would be getting up any time soon.
“Can he move?” Robyn asked and the guard shook his head. She sighed and grabbed his sword from his scabbard. She ran her hand over the horses neck.
“Shh...it's okay.” Robyn whispered, before stabbing it through the neck. The horse jerked in pain before slumping to the ground, it's lifeblood soaking the ground. She wiped the sword off on the ground before handing it back to the guard. 
“Get what you need off it and then let's go.” Robyn ordered before heading back to her carriage. It was hot here. While she may not be as far north as Winterfell, the Iron Islands are far enough north and far enough out at sea, that there is a drastic change in temperature. Once they passed Riverrun she changed from her heavier dresses to the lighter one, thanking the God that she didn't wear her hair in the Northern style as some of her sisters and the other ladies of the Islands did, but rather an easy braid that kept the heat from being trapped against her neck. It was cooler in the castle, but Nagga's bones still warmed the castle enough for it not to matter. 
Finally they made it to King's Landing and the Red Keep. Robyn exited the carriage and glanced at the servant in the front of the castle.
“Get everything situated, I assume you're to guide me to where the other wards are?” She asked and the servant nodded.
“Wonderful.” Robyn said, following him up to where the common room for the Wards were. The two Stark children were already there, it seemed from their dark hair and the giant wolf in the corner. Tensions weren't exactly good between the Stark's and the Greyjoy's, but she figured it would be apt to introduce herself. 
“Hello, my name Robyn Greyjoy. You must be the Stark children?” Robyn asked with one more glance at the giant wolf. 
“Are you the first ones here?” She asked politely, glancing between the twins again. She wondered when the rest of the wards would be here and if they'd see the King. Having this many wards was unprecedented and she wondered if how the King would explain this, if not outright say that they were there to keep the Lords in line, especially with the Eyrie under attack.