[@Abefroeman][@MrDidact]

The aftermath was even more a balm for Seran's wounds than the bandages and cares of the septas. He eyed the congregation and chatter, all nobles and guests of the King and Queen of Westeros, and he was right in the middle of it. The rant went around about how these were trying times for them all. The type of enemies they faced needed not much eloquence. Fortunately King Jon wasn't one of the most verbose rulers he had ever heard, and his explanation didn't feel tiring. He took some mental notes of all the faces that were named, one after the other, as the knowledge of the events would be probably useful.

It was not an easy task. Between the blood loss, his injuries, and the chattering ambience, his concentration waned and waxed. [i]Fair Lady of Lys, I could use some mulled wine and sleep.[/i] Seran chided himself mentally, his stance slumping at times due to the fact he had probably clubbed more critters to death with his sword and pommel than actual swordplay. However, he bolted up, straightening himself when the King graciously announced that he eventually would never need to pay a bed or lodging in King's Landing at all. [i]She looks like a Queenly version of my own sister, eerily enough. Truly the tales do justice.[/i] He thought of the Queen as she was handing out the condecorations.

[i]Well, it's not what I had in mind, but still eventually worked out in the end. And no more tainted food.[/i] He added mentally, forcing his body to perform a curtsy before the monarchs. "Your Grace is too generous" He answered in return to their offer, as the Queen carried on. The next named surprised him even more.

[i]What, Ser Aerion is here? Where?[/i] He squeezed his eyes, looking back and forth at the crowd. Fortunately, he didn't have need to look much further, as an elbow jab of Lysara, clad in clothes and still under a hood not unlike a septa, pointed him in the right direction. He nodded briskly at him before pondering how the hell Lysara had snuck into the throne room. Probably because she had been confounded by a healer, what with his insistence of her being covered up. A bump in her sash confirmed that their most precious treasure was still there.

[i]A order of Valyrian knights, huh? I might be recruited then. We both might be.[/i] Seran thought to himself as he noticed the odd silver hairlock or two that poked from the hood of his sister, as well as being conscious of his fine Lysene, yet somewhat scarred features. The King went on his tirade. Enemies. Opportunities to carve a path and rise even higher, even if he probably was fairly outmatched. That Tyrell Rose Knight seemed like, well, a monster in its own right despite his pompous appearance, probably even on par with Aerion...or the Royal family. 

Speaking of the devil... Seran decided it was best to approach the dragon-blooded mercenary, now fully legitimized. It never hurt to greet your kin of trade, even if it was mercenaries.

"Ser Aerion, It is good to see you, and you have my most sincere congratulations. I only wished I had noticed you sooner. My felicitation to you aswell, sers" Seran said to the mercenary commander and then his troupe. The figure next to him shifted as she put a hand in her mouth, a giggle of levity escaping amidst the celebrations.

"Tainted food is a formidable enemy, ser Aerion. My brother should know better than pick his fights." Lysara added, as she let out the poisoned dart fly towards her own brother. Even if she understood what he had done and why, she still wanted to return the last barbed comment he had made towards her. "I hope Lady Amber gets better." She added, a touch of concern trying to cover up her more stiff brother's compliment. 

When the servants both approached her brother and Ser Aerion Lysara couldn't help but bit her lip. Concern? Jealousy? Seran would never know, but his sister firmly tugged his arm as he tried to follow the servants after excusing himself. He understood the message as he whispered back in her ear.

"I don't think I can take you to that meeting, Lysara." He curtly, and carefully answer.

"Just watch, and follow my lead. Carry on walking." The younger sibling whispered back, as she tugged to his clothes, slumping somewhat as if she was a scared child. Seran frowned, but kept on with his march towards the meeting spot. [i]Hey, that's not fair. Stop manipulating me so wantomly.[/i] He muttered under his breath as he approached the guards stationed outside the meeting room. They made an attempt to pry her sister out of her brother.

"No, don't go Brother." She added in a singsong, misery filled voice. "Stay with me." She added, and then... silence.

[i]What, she doesn't want me to go to...OH! I see. It's my cue![/i] Seran quickly puzzled out before adding. "Sorry about that, but it seems my sister is reluctant to part with me right now...Much has happened... can something be arranged about this?" Seran puzzled through, and after some exchange and sweet talking, both siblings went through, even when only one had been called.

[i]That was damn sneaky, sister.[/i] Seran thought to himself, as he quickly bowed and apologized to the present people. "Sorry about this, your Grace...but my sister Lysara doesn't want to part with me at all after these events. I suppose... well, given the circumstances..." Seran of Lys tried to piece some kind of excuse, but he didn't know what to see. [i]She's beatiful and a deadly spider that seduces men? That's not going to flow through.[/i]

"I am sorry your Grace and Lords." She added, pulling her hood back in a brisk motion, her long silver locks flying wildly as if an invitation to look into her features. The blood of Valyria and the charms of the Lady of Lys were strong in her factions and figure, and Seran himself thought that if there was any kind of Lyseni who could steal a Targayen's heart, that would be anyone who looked like Lysara. "Pardon my interruption, but I really appreciate all you have done for my brother. I... do not wish to be a burden. I can also be useful aswell. I do know how to dance, and entertain aswell. And some healing." Lysara said, trying her best to make her pitch.

[i]It's time to take a gamble.[/i] She thought to herself as she tried to steel herself and appear as modest and humble, yet charming as possible. This was her act of a lifetime.