[h1][center]Jullon Florent[/center][/h1]

Jullon awoke with a start, his head firing upwards, Harys Royce standing over him, the heavy breathing of Drogon behind him. Harys had his look about him, the look of a lord, not a guard. Royce's large white beard nearly mixed with his cloak, his armor still as well kept as it had been when he left, the sun reflecting off of his chestplate, forcing Jullon to close his left eye.
"Seven hells Harys, what do you want?" Harys crossed his arms, his look becoming more and more of a frown.
"I'm bringing you with me, Dayne and Footly are staying behind with Aerys, I need your help.
Jullon was confused, but he pushed himself off of the warm rock with his left hand, popping his shoulders as he got to his feet.

Harys signalled him forth, and he complied, walking forth silently, the sun warming his face, his armor a bright shade of yellowish white, his cloak billowing out from behind him. Harys stood, looking out over the island, holding his sword.
"The supply ship has arrived early, I'm worried that they may be Daenys' men." Jullon pursed his lips.
"Okay, then why bring me? And not the rest?"
"You're the only one left that I truly trust, Dayne could return to his family, and Footly is... Footly." Jullon nodded to that, Footly didn't talk often, he was their best fighter, but he was quiet, contemplative. Jullon looked to the ground, his eyes shaking in their sockets as he thought.
"Why do you trust me?" Harys looked at him, and smiled, his teeth still white no matter how far from home he was.
"Because you're Aerys' friend, and I know you would never betray him." Jullon looked at Harys, a smile creeping over his own face. Harys' large eyebrows went down and his smile went away, his lips disappearing under his beard.
"We'd better start going then, we cannot leave them waiting, whether we give sword or coin, we have to give."

They walked down the yellow hill, carefully avoiding cliffs and drop-offs, Harys' age not slowing him down a bit, and Jullon had to leap forwards to catch up. He stopped for a second, to look up over the beach, a ship, black sails with beautiful wood construction. A man leapt off, landing with a thump on the sand, he looked over at the two guards, a half grin on his face.
"Hello sers! It's great to see such worthy knights with my own eyes." Harys crossed his arms, his eyebrows down.
"Save the formalities, we're all flawed, I broke my vows when I first joined, Florent here is dumb as a stump, Dayne never shuts up, and Footly never speaks." Jullon looked at Harys angrily, but sighed and turned back towards the man, who had cleared the beach very quickly.
"I'm sorry m'lords, I didn't realize you hated respect." his face was odd, a deep scar across the bridge of his nose, long hair that came over his ears, and a beard that wouldn't look out of place in House Lannister, he looked exceptionally youthful, so much so that it made the quickly aging Jullon jealous, and he had normal ears! Damn his Florent blood, why couldn't Jullon have normal ears?!

The man fastened his belt, pushing it up his waist, his gold hair reflecting the sun into their eyes, he held out a hand, smiling ear to ear.
"I'm Lyman Lannister, good to meet you!" Jullon just stood staring, half his body slowly relaxing, to the point where his left foot began to sink into the sand. Harys just looked astonished.
"Lyman... Lannister? Wasn't Tyron the last one?" Lyman laughed, a short thing, but very contagious the kind of laugh a drinking partner would have.
"Tyron's half brother actually, you didn't think dear old dad only fucked once do you?" Jullon had to agree actually, the Lannisters were a hedonistic bunch, apparently Lyman's father had followed that example. Harys still didn't look convinced.
"Then why are you supporting us? The Targaryens took your castles, wouldn't you be claiming the Westerlands."
"Because if I support the dragons, they'll put me back where I belong in an instant, Crakehall's claiming the throne, so he's gonna pay." Yet another thing Jullon wasn't aware of.
"But enough about this beautiful soul, we've got a present for yas." He motioned Jullon and Harys over, and walked towards his ship. Harys and Jullon looked to each other, both with confused looks, before following.

Harys continued frowning skeptically, running a hand through his beard as he walked.
"So, are you really a Lannister, or are you lying to us?" Lyman looked back, still smiling.
"Yes." He then continued. Jullon wasn't happy with this, and this broke him.
"We know you're lying Lyman, tell us the truth or I'll cut you open and check for gold." He said, drawing his blade and walking towards Lyman, Harys held out a hand to stop him, but Jullon knocked it away. Lyman held his hands up, still smiling.
"I could take a shit on your shoes, I'm sure it would be just as gold as my lifeblood."
"I'm sure it would be, but you've probably swallowed yellow dye."
"I'm sure I could cut off your ears and paddle away without my boat, Florent." He laughed again, his smile becoming more and more smug.
"Stop bickering like women you two, Lyman is our guest, we'd be crucified if we killed him without him attacking first." Lyman placed his hands on his hips. Jullon continued looking at Lyman, but slowly sheathed his sword, still glaring at the "Lannister".

Harys walked up, looking at Lyman's ship with wide eyes.
"What is this gift you mean to bring us?" Lyman chuckled, walking over to the galley and knocking on it.
"Well, other than my amazing sense of humor, I have someone I'd like for you to meet." He climbed back up into the galley, and after a few seconds, he came back down, with a woman in a heavy green dress, one half of her face blocked by a bloody bandage. She looked up, and Harys gasped loudly, as did Jullon. 
"Lady Rhaena?" She looked at Harys, her face one of fear, before becoming one of glee, then one of sadness, she ran over and embraced him, resting her head on his armored chest.
"I found her on Driftmark, Lord Monterys retrieved her from Essos, apparently she had been sold into slavery, during which she lost that eye, Daenys is a real piece of work isn't he? I'm glad Lord Tyrell is gonna chop off his manhood."
Rhaena continued crying, broken beyond all belief, Jullon felt horrible for her, he would do all in his power to help.
Harys looked up, a face of glee mixed with sadness, almost about to cry himself.
"Thank you... Lyman." Lyman nodded, still smiling.
"My pleasure Ser Harys." Jullon still looked suspiciously at the man, but he had to admit this was a good deed he had done.
"You may be a mummer's Lion, as I am sure you are, but I still have to thank you." Lyman laughed at this.
"Please, would a mummer look this good? Oh, and you're welcome." Jullon was filled with anger at this man's... everything, but no matter how much he hated, this was still a good man.

"Sers, I would love to meet King Aerys, and I really have no more use on the sea, so I'd like to travel with you."
"No, absolutely no-"
"Yes, Ser Lyman, we would love for you to join us." Jullon glared angrily at Harys, fire near visible in his eyes.
"Splendid! I can't wait to see Lady Rhaena reunite with her son." Rhaena wiped her eyes, and left Harys' embrace.
"Thank you, Ser Lyman, i cannot thank you enough." Lyman brushed his hair out of his eyes flamboyantly.
"You have M'lady, seriously, stop thanking me, it's getting weird." Jullon glared daggers at Lyman, wishing that the Seven struck him down where he stood.

They walked back to the cave in silence, the sun had progressed from mid sky, to near horizon, a lightshow of red and yellow wrapping the sky like ribbons.
"It really is pretty isn't it? Too bad you lads spend all your time in a cave, travelling the seas is pretty great."
Jullon excused himself to go punch a tree for a few minutes, before catching up with the rest of them.

Eventually they found the cave, with Ser Dayne standing outside.
"Ser Jullon! You really..." His eyes widened and his breath left as he saw Lady Baratheon walk up behind them. Lyman laughed out loud, something he did much too often.
"Out of words Ser Dayne? Seems like that Dornish intellect hasn't done you any good." Dayne's face tightened, and he glared at Lyman. He pointed towards a smaller cave down the hill.
"Out." Lyman tried to argue, but Dayne's intimidating size forced him towards the cave.

"And that's the end of that, now, Ser Dayne, you're gonna come inside the cave for now, we want everyone present."
Dayne nodded.
"Of course Ser." And so, they entered the cave.

They entered the sleeping quarters, where Aerys was, sitting against Drogon, sleeping soundly. Lady Baratheon gasped, placing a hand over her mouth.
"Aerys." Jullon said, not loudly, but enough for Aerys to hear. He shook, before his purple eyes opened, and he sat up.
"Yes Ser Jullon?... Who is she?" Rhaena couldn't even speak, instead she ran over and hugged her son, whos eyes darted across the room, with a look of pure dumbfoundedness.
"She's your mother Aerys... go on! Hug her back!" Aerys jumped, and then proceeded to do so.
Jullon smiled from ear to ear, as did the rest of the kingsguard, even Footly, who had just woken up, and was resting his head on his right arm.

Jullon continued smiling, but then realized his father's favorite words.
[i]"Never get too comfortable, all good things in this wretched world are short lived and quickly smashed, make yourself happy and die old and alone, that's the best possible outcome."[/i] Jullon cringed, and he realized that something was going to go wrong, just when and how?