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The morn came too early for Leofric of Tarth this day. And what day it was, when the Red Keep was bound to become that much busier and his own day even more longer. An early morning more times than not meant a late evenfall for the Kingsguard and although you could expect unrest, the mood was relatively calm within the White Sword Tower as every Knight broke his fast on eggs, fried bread, clotted cream, and Dornish peppers just as spicy as Leofric himself liked them. The young Arton Velaryon, barely twenty but too quick with a blade, would crack a crusty joke about the 'Old Oak' Jorah Harlton, the most senior of the Order, that would soon be followed by booming laughter from the gigantic Crakehall Twins, Clayse and Corbus, before Lady-Commander Rhaenys cuts them off. They were preparing for this day for weeks, ever since the King announced his intention to bring and raise the Offspring of every Great Lord in the realm alongside his own children. Many would dismiss it as a calculated risk, I mean, what harm could a bunch of children do. But the she Dragon knew that much better and made sure that her White Shields were prepared from any challenge that would arise from the shadows...even if that was a young heir.

That was the goal of the Kingsguard since its conception 400 years ago. Protect the King on the Iron Throne from the dangers that his Dragons couldn't reach to burn.

After putting on their armors with assistance from the Pages, a few last orders were shared before the Lady Commander left the room with the Crakehall Twins on her tail. They would be protecting King Daerys, Queen Nymeria as well as Princess Shaena who was constantly by the skirts of her mother. Ser Jorah Harlton would be protecting the Prince of Dragonstone, Aenar Targaryen, while Ser Merlon 'Who Knows No Wounds' Coldwater would be looking after Prince Valerion.

[color=#006994]"I still cannot believe that I have to follow Illysia the bastard..."[/color] the silver haired Arton complained as he clasped the white cloak upon his shoulders.

"Now I would watch my tongue when speaking about the Blackfyre within this room Velaryon...orders are orders, and if you don't like them, you better gut yourself before this discontent reaches the ears of the Lady Commander." Coldwater answered, not even bothering to wait for a reply as the young one just grasped his helmet and left for his assignment with a huff.

Leofric came up to his fellow White Brother with a friendly pat on the shoulder [color=silver]"Did you really have to be so harsh with the rookie?"[/color]

"He needs to built some character...else these Red walls will chew him and spit him out like he is nothing."

[color=silver]"But that's not our job Merlon. We are not supposed to play the Game..."[/color]
 Leofric replied, only to receive a chuckle fro Coldwater as he wore his helmet. "Then I guess we will just swing our sticks until our hands just cannot move anymore right? Or when someone does that for us." and with that he was out of the room too.

Leofric the Loyal remained alone, skeptical of that Merlon Coldwater had said. With a quick peek at the Book of Brothers, the knight strapped the sheathed Oathkeeper on his waist and left to complete his task. It was a route he knew like the back of his hand by now, the route to Princess Myriah's Chambers. The King wanted his entire family with him when they welcomed the Wards and as his mailed fist knocked on the large wooden door, the Knight hoped that this would be one of the happier days for the Princess.