[b]Daerys Targaryen[/b]
"Sir, the wards are all in the common room," the servant said. Daerys was sitting in the throne room, sitting on the Iron Throne. Before him were the common folk of the realm, the ones brave enough to come before him and plea for help. He smiled and stood up from the throne. [color=crimson]"My sincerest apologies, but I must go. Lord Jon Royce will hear your pleas,"[/color] he said, motioning for Jon to come take his place. He left the throne room quickly, making his way towards the Ward's Tower, where their rooms and the common rooms was. He remembered the decision to do this. It was smart. Get the future powers of the realm together. Make them become friends. The realm will see peace for years to come. He was surprised no one else had thought of it. When he reached the tower, Daerys took a deep breath before ascending the stairs. He could hear the commotion the wards were making. He figured it would take some time before they got used to each other. When he reached the common room, he stood, unnoticed for a moment. [color=crimson]"I see you've found the common room,"[/color] he said with authority, quieting the room. [color=crimson]"This will be where you all may come to relax and enjoy yourselves. At the bottom of the tower there is a separate room where you will all eat your meals. The boys have rooms on the right, the girls on the left. I sincerely hope you all enjoy your time here. And, I should also add, that to celebrate your arrival, a tourney will be held soon. Boys, and well, girls as well if you wish, I hope to see you participate,"[/color] Daerys said, looking around the room. The wards were all quiet. [color=crimson]"Well, I'll leave you all to get settled in. I'm sure you're all exhausted. The servants will ring the bell when supper is ready."[/color] Daerys then proceeded down the stairs and made his way back to his chambers.

[h1]Four days later, the day of the tourney[/h1]

[b]Morgan Stark[/b]

Morgan awoke slowly. He always had. His brother awoke quick, eyes shooting open at once before springing out of bed. Morgan however, kept his eyes closed, grasping for a few more moments of sleep that he wouldn't get. After coming to terms with his new status of waking, he slowly crawled out of bed. His luggage had been brought up shortly after his arrival, and it had been placed in the wardrobe that sat at the far wall. He made his way over, followed by Winter who had just woken up as well. He dressed himself in trousers, a tunic, and a leather jerkin with the Stark direwolf emblazoned on the front. He strapped his sword to his side, pulled on his boots, and made his way down to the dining hall, boots slapping down the stairs. He took a seat at the table, he was the first one there and so he awaited everyone else. He thought it rude to break fast without the full company present.

The past four days in King's Landing had been rather uneventful. The wards were still getting to know each other, and no extremely strong bonds had been formed. However, Morgan had taken a liking to the Arryn girl as well as the Dornish bastard. He had made a point to keep his distance from the Lannister boy however. [i]How does the saying go? The North remembers.[/i] He had thought to himself when the Lannister had entered. Who could forget what the Lannisters had done to both Eddard and Robb Stark, not to mention Sansa. No, Morgan chose to break his rule when it came to Lannisters. He wouldn't give the boy a chance to prove himself to him.

As Morgan waited, he couldn't help but let his thoughts drift to the day's events. Today he'd be fighting in the melee, a place where his skills would show through much more excellently than in the tilts. It would be his first tourney, and while he didn't expect to win, he did expect himself to do quite well. He'd have to keep Winter locked in the tower, unfortunately. The wolf wouldn't distinguish the tourney from an actual fight, and he figured most people would be rather unhappy if his direwolf joined the fray.

[b]Alerie Tyrell[/b]

Alerie was awoken when she heard a door slam shut. Her eyes fluttered open and she rang the bell for her handmaiden. The tinkling noise summoned Melessa, who helped her dress into a light blue, rather flowy dress made of silk. All of the girls' rooms had come with another room for their handmaidens, a luxury that Alerie was quite thankful for. Melessa wasn't only her handmaiden. She was also one of her dearest friends, and friends were quite hard to come by here in King's Landing. 

Alerie had enjoyed the past four days quite a lot. The gardens of the Red Keep reminded her of Highgarden, though not nearly as extravagant. She'd gotten on well with Alianne rather well, although the girl didn't smile often. What she was most excited about however, was the tourney. Gallant knights, handsome warriors, well it was all enough to make the young girl faint. Although Alerie was much stronger and more controlled than that. 

Alerie dismissed Melessa to go break her fast with the other servants, while Alerie made her way down to the dining hall. There she discovered Morgan Stark, as well as his direwolf, Winter, an animal that was much more friendly than it seemed. [color=springgreen]"Lord Stark, Winter. It appears that we are the first two up this morning,"[/color] Alerie said politely, ever the diplomat.