[img]http://awoiaf.westeros.org/images/thumb/1/11/White_Sword_Tower.jpg/300px-White_Sword_Tower.jpg[/img] While Rhaenys looked out from her chambers in Maegors Holdfast in awe, Prince Rhaegar Targaryen gazed out from a white marble window in another part of the Red Keep. Probably the both of them agreed that it was a truly majestic sight, and if it wasn't for the joyous reason that Aemon was returning home fore, as well as the color of Snowfyres scales, one could say that his brother was the very image of Aegon the Conqueror, leading his army from on Dragonback from his ancestral Seat, landing and claiming his stake as the one True King of Westeros. Another one that made such a claim was Stannis Baratheon, the brother of the Usurper, that sailed through Blackwater Bay with a similar fleet on his tail. Stories of Wars of the past, passed down to him by his tutor who during that time was only a lowly squire, standing besides the Hand of the King on the battlements and watching an-what he thought to be-imminent defeat coming their way. Speaking about the Lord-Commander of the Kingsguard, Ser Podrick Payne was also present, looming over a large map of the Capital while discussing security plans with one of his brothers, Ser Terrance Thorne. Due to how busy everyone was, there was no time for their daily sparring, but that didn't mean he couldn't follow him mentor to the White Swords Tower and study the way the Whitecloaks operated "The Kingsguard will be on duty of course. Ser Patrek will be stationed here..." he said as he pointed at the map "Ser Josmyn will be stationed here besides the Royal dais where the Queen will be seated, and Ser Wex will be guarding Jaehaerys, Baela and Rhaenys..." Ser Terrance chuckled at that "All three of them? If you ask me, the girl is a handful for all of us..." "I could keep my eyes on her too. I know Rhaenys can be a bit of temperamental at times..." "This won't be needed Your Highness, this is our duty to uphold. The place of a Prince its amongst its people, enjoying the festivities." it was Pod that interjected and landed the young Dragon back to reality. He wasn't a Sworn Brother and wore no White Cloak....yet. He wasn't prepared to even be a bodyguard, and at such an enormous event, he would only get in their way. He should just feel fortunate to ride besides the Lord-Commander, which was a boyhood dream in itself. It was then that one of the pages entered the room, announcing that the King called for an immediate Small Council meeting in light of the arrival of the Prince of Dragonstone. Rhaegar thought about asking to attend, but at the possibility of another rebuttal.... "I think I'll excuse myself now, Lord Commander. We shall meet at the stables before the procession." he said with a neutral expression and in turn left the room with Ser Terrance on his heel. The more he thought about the handmaidens waiting for him in his chambers, choosing in which doublet to fit him for the ceremony made a scowl slowly form on his lips. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rhaegar was never one to fawn over ceremony, but he would be a liar if he ever said that he didn't envy Aemon this day. Both he and Juliana looked like two burning flames before the High Septon, their radiance unmatched by anything he saw before. It almost made his reluctant of taking the oath of celibacy that followed the White Cloak.... Forget that. Aemon and his wife would have children one day, heirs to the Iron Throne and nephews to protect. This should be the only goal in his mind. He allowed the rest of his thoughts to drown in the noise of the surrounding celebrators, the yells of merchants and bystanders of the small duels that broke out, or even the low whistling of the Smiths wheel as it sharpened his sword. He had seen his father passing by with his retinue and noticed the stop he made by the Melee Field. Things were going just the way Rhaegar wanted. He had a horse, armor and all his weapons prepared for him to join in the event, and if the Warrior wills it, to face the King in Combat. He needed a way to prove his skill to Jon and while fighting him with real weapons wasn't the wisest way to go about it, considering a past Trial of the Seven at Ashford, this was the only idea Rhaegar could think of. Perhaps he was a 'Dumb Dragon' after all. When he returned to his personal Pavilion, he found it unexpectedly empty. His shield and armor where there, but no squire in sight. He cursed under his breath, knowing that such incident could clearly sabotage his plans for the great Melee, the Prince cursed under his breath left his weapons on the ground as he walked out. With a certain hurry on his step, he stumbled across a certain Frey Bastard that seemed to be in a similar rush. "Jenn, wait for a minute..." he called after her, knowing that if he was to go on a search through the literal jungle of tents and heraldries to find a few brats, he had to start from somewhere and ask for information "Have you seen where all the pages ran off to?" (Hope you are okay with that[@Masterkeun])