Willam was always a morning person, rising with the sun felt almost naturally. He was a late sleeper at one point in time, but a certain 6-year-old broke that out of him. He felt his eyes water as he thought about Rose, they haven't really been apart for any length of time since she was born. And now who knew when he'd actually get to see her? Willam had half a mind to send Tywin back with the express purpose of watching over his little Rosy. But he knew that his friend would be better served here, with him. A place where allies were scarce and enemies lurking around every corner. 

In that respect he didn't want his sister here, no matter how much he missed her she could not live here. The sound of a knock on his door broke him from his thoughts. [color=00a651]"My lord, it's me, Tywin."[/color] Willam quickly tried to wipe away the tears coming down his face, [color=ed1c24]"Yeah, come on in."[/color] His voice sounded thick, a clear indicator to his friend that his lord was in a sorry state. [color=ed1c24]"Forgive me, my friend. You've caught me thinking of Rose."[/color] Willam cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. He didn't really mind that Tywin caught him like this, they've been friends for better then a decade at this point. And when your life isn't even two decades long, one is a very long time. 

[color=00a651]"My lord, will you be competing in the tournament this afternoon? Should I prepare your lance, sword, horse?...."[/color] He trailed off. [color=00a651]"If I may, I could arrange for letters to be sent back to Casterly Rock, to Rose. Though I imagine your mother will want letters too once she finds out."[/color] Tywin's stance was firm, yet relaxed. Unlike Willam he was built a lot more like Garric Lannister. Stout, strong as a bull with the propensity to be a great knight. His blue eyes shone with intellect and his dark hair was very well kept. 

[color=ed1c24]"Do you miss your family Tywin? Are you going to send letters to them? I know we've only been gone a short time compared to the years we are to spend here. I want you to know you are under no obligation to stay, you can go home any time. You're my friend, not my servant." [/color]Willam turned away, looking out the window as he contemplated his own answer to that. 

[color=00a651]"Sure, I miss them, Byrn's only a few years older then Rose after all. Still, eventually I'll have to handle the fact that I won't be able to watch over him forever, it'll be worse for Rose. She'll be married off to a noble and wind up Stranger knows where. I intend to write, so I can send my letters with yours."[/color] He took a pause, considering the last bit, Tywin's angular jaw moving as he seemed to physically chew on his words. [color=00a651]"Your friend, yes. Then you know that's why I won't leave you here alone."[/color]

Willam was relieved, turning to face Tywin once again. [color=ed1c24]"Aye, face the world and it's problems together eh? Prepare my horse, unfortunately I'm not as suited to the melee as you are. I'd love to show off my spear-work but it's ill-suited for that kind of fight. Better you bigger, stronger men play that one."[/color] With that Tywin left to see to his horse as well as his other duties. Willam dressed rather plainly. A simple gold and red tunic with leather trousers, his belt cinched with the Lannister Lion. Good, solid, hard leather boots and finally his rapier at his side. 

Finally he descended into what was to be the dining hall where he found quite a few of his fellow wards taking breakfast. He was a little disgusted with the grandiose amount of food that contributed to the meal, to him it seemed like a gross misuse of wealth. Still he'd eat what he wanted and see if he could arrange for the leftovers to be handled frugally. 


[color=f49ac2]"So will ether of you boys be joining the tournament today?"[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"I intend to join the joust, the melee is a bit, well it's not quite my thing. Better the men who enjoy it partake then have me clutter the list."[/color] With that he seated himself at the table, examining his company. Morgan Stark, he got the feeling the Stark boy didn't like him. No idea why, as far as he could think of he didn't think he did anything to draw Stark's ire. Still, it wouldn't deter him, peace and friendship take time after all. 

Alerie Tyrell, she was quite the sight but Willam didn't know much about her. He'd seen her around the past few days but they'd yet to have any kind of conversation, he'd have to change that. Robyn Greyjoy, tough as the islands she calls home, at least that's what it seemed. Willam respected her sure, respected her action orientated nature, but yet another mystery. Again, something to change. 

Toran Sand, well the Dornishman had a sense of humor, and his general, friendly disposition was enough to for Willam to want to get to know him a bit. Though the snake was a bit odd, Willam found it in his boot one morning. And Finally Alianne Tully, another enchanting sight to behold yet a mystery. She seemed nice, perhaps even kind. For whatever reason he couldn't associate her with the machinations of King's Landing. Still, he'd certainly try to get to know her too.