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[i][color=deepskyblue]Interacting With - Willam [@Lionheart][/color][/i][/center]
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The room was collapsing into chaos. Brandon was about ready to duel the Tully bastard before Lyanna had stopped him, while Tiras offered no apology for his bear. Reed's hands balled up into fists at that, although he made no move to do anything. His sister hadn't been harmed, and Reed did not intend to embarrass himself by picking a fight he couldn't win, over a simple mishap.

The Arryn girl was the next to arrive, her words drawing barbs from both Lyanna and the Tyrell bastard. Reed smirked at Lya's words. The Starks hadn't forgotten the Arryn's lack of participation in the War of Five Kings, which was thought to be nearly as great an offense as those committed by the Lannisters.

[i][color=deepskyblue]Speak of the devil...[/color][/i] he thought as Willam placed a hand on his shoulder. He turned to face the golden haired heir, putting on a smile. He didn't trust Willam, not at all, but he wasn't going to scorn the boy. If he wanted to make an effort at friendship, genuine or otherwise, he'd let him. He'd just be ready, should a knife come for his back.

[color=deepskyblue]"It was a rather uneventful trip. Long though. Not many are willing to attack a procession as large as ours was, not to mention the direwolves,"[/color] he said with a grin. [color=deepskyblue]"What about yourself? I'd imagine it takes far less time to get to the capital from Casterly Rock than from Winterfell.[/color] He cocked his head, waiting for Willam's answer, just barely noticing the arrival of a young man who must have been Artoran Sand, from the looks of those burns. He imagined the king would be welcoming them shortly, most likely in the throne room as a display of power.