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A stifled yawn peeled from behind the pale hand of the Dornish mercenary. Aeryn Sand, the bastard Dog of Dorne, grumbled slightly as he pulled himself away from the warm embrace of his bed. Being a personal guard had some benefits he must admit; his lodging were more lavish in the past year of protecting the Targaryen princess Myriah than he had been used to in his short but bright life as a sellsword under the guidance of his father Talhor Clegane. Once again a yawn sounded out and Aeryn stretched his arms out. 

“The majority of the wards will be here today” a voice called out.

The long haired Dorne whipped around to the door that had opened while he groaned and yawned. The nude man stared hard at the handmaiden that stood at the door “[color=9e0b0f]I thought you girls had some manners? Decorum? Understood the concept of knocking before entering?[/color]” Aeryn mumbled, still groggy from sleep.

“We do, but you are a sellsword” the handmaiden paused “despite your long lived fixture in this keep” she said with some venom.

Aeryn, who had been up to this point been slipping on his traditional leather armour, the metal disks sewn into the garment resembling the scales of snakes, and his customary garish robes of onyx and amber, looked at the women with a raised eyebrow. “[color=9e0b0f]Here I thought the Martell Snakes were all I had to look out for when it came to venomous words[/color]” he smiled “[color=9e0b0f]are you stymied by my apparent disinterest in sleeping with you?[/color]” the oh so commonly seen sly grin snaked its way across the pale Dornishman’s lips. The handmaiden huffed and stormed off. Aeryn simply had to laugh as he grabbed his spear and sword. Fastening Mongrel to his belt and using his spear as a kind of walking stick to amuse himself, The Dog began his morning routine of padding through the Keep towards Myriah’s chamber. It was rare the days now that she would leave without him, so the Sellsword took his time meandering through the opulent keep. It was not covered with finery as the Martell’s enjoyed keeping their domain, but still far and beyond his own imagination. 

Unfortunately for Aeryn, the keep was busy with the new Wards coming in from all over the land. Standing at a window that overlooked the courtyard and entrance below, Aeryn smiled coyly at the grandiose entrance of the wards. In entered the wolves of the North, the Stark boy and wild twin. He grinned, Stark's were known for their skill and Aeryn was quite intrigued by those Direwolves. Then a man with a bearm. Interesting to say the least. Then the telltale procession of a Lannister came. A growl escaped The Dog's throat and he spat on the floor beside him. Call it an age old feud, call it personal. Aeryn had a flare of hatred in his heart borne from the stories of what had happened to a Clegane last time a Lannister got their claws in. He twirled away from the window and resumed his patrol. None were too concerned with the usual presence of the pale Dorne with his robes emblazoned in the colours of the house of Clegane, fluttering as his strode along, so he decided to beeline to his contracted ward. 

Apparently he wasn't the first to check in on the Princess of the realm. Her handmaidens, Roslin and Freida, had already fussed Myriah into a presentable state for the wards gathering and stuffy old Leofric was standing by. Aeryn liked the older man, he wasn't sure if the feeling mutual. Such was the way of the White Swords. You never really knew if they were doing something out of duty or their personality. Aeryn smiled his usual half smile at Leofric before moving past him into Myriah’s room. His eyes immediately ran up and down Myriah and he frowned. This was a dress for Illysia, not Myriah. But his frown immediately glossed over as he placed a hand on Myriah’s shoulder, whispering “[color=9e0b0f]I preferred the other dress honestly[/color]” to only her, before resuming his usual position by her side.

 He recalled Myri’s excitement about her other dress, the nights she had spent working on it while Aeryn stood watch and told her stories of Dorne and his other ‘adventures’ as Valerion had taken to calling The Dog’s stories of bravery and honor; the grim reality of war being omitted by Aeryn due to a withering glare from the Queen on his first time dining with the family. That was an almost horrifying experience. One that he hadn't expected during his whole contract let alone within the first month of it. He recalled the look on some of the children's face. Odd time for a guardian of their known crazy sibling to join a meal. Aeryn had almost declined the offer until his stomach had grumbled. But the reverie was for later.

Aeryn stood straight and smiled at the handmaidens then bowed deeply to Myriah “[color=9e0b0f]Good morning Myriah, Roslin, Frieda[/color]” he smiled, the grin soft on his face for the women before him. His eyes flicked up towards Leofric “[color=9e0b0f]I see the Wards are imminent Master Leofric? I have Lady Myriah under watch now[/color]” he bowed, a grandiose gesture to be sure but one purely born out of respect for the old Sworn Shield "[color=9e0b0f]you may return to your duties unless you had further business with the ladies[/color]"