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Daerys Targaryen woke up in the morning to an empty bed, as he so often did. His wife, Nymeria, was an early riser who liked to roam the gardens as the early morning sun shone down on the beautiful flowers. Daerys stepped out of bed and put an elegant black and red robe over his naked form. Two servants walked in just as he was clothed and bowed. He smiled. He still wasn't used to that, even after all these years as king.

[color=red]"Draw me a bath. It won't do to be presented as a filthy man to the wards,"[/color] he said, waving the two serving boys away. They scuttled into the adjoining bathing room, and Daerys heard them beginning to draw the bath. He shook his head. [i][color=red]I wonder which one works for Samwell? Which one tells him all my little secrets?[/color][/i] he thought, a worried look on his face. He rubbed his hands through his platinum-gold hair and sighed. He didn't have time to worry about such things. His plan for peace would speed up today, with the Wards arriving. He'd need to focus completely on that.

When the bath was ready he disrobed and stepped into the steaming water, where he remained for another hour, letting the heat soak in and relax him. He was stirred by his wife who entered the bathing room in a [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/1d/04/83/1d0483050857f3b34b34a271cabd340d.jpg]gown[/url] that she'd made herself, and he grinned. [color=orange]"It is time to get ready my love. The Wards have begun to arrive,[/color] she said, before sauntering back into the bedroom.

After drying himself off, he entered the bedroom where Nymeria waited for him, sitting on the bed next to his clothes for the day. His [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a8/f6/b9/a8f6b93e9b354746602bc9105642b869.jpg]outfit[/url] was as regal as regal can be. Darkened armor with a blood red cloak, and the Targaryen sigil burned into the chest. He'd had it specially made for today, forged in Drogon's dragon fire. He hated it. It was too ostentatious, but the council had recommended it be ostentatious, and Nymeria agreed. He sighed and began dressing himself, Nymeria coming to help halfway through.

[color=orange]"Do you know what you are going to say my love?"[/color] she asked him, leaning her head on his shoulder. He nodded in confirmation before walking out into the hall. He was nervous. He'd organized one of the greatest peace plans in the history of Westeros, but it was a precarious one. It could all fall apart with one touch, and he knew that. He went up to one of the serving boys and began giving him instructions. [color=red]"Fetch my children and bring them to the throne room, then the Wards. Be courteous to them. These children are the future of our realm, and don't forget it. And also, don't forget Illysia.[/color] He whispered the last part, lest his wife hear. Her view towards his bastard daughter was not a sunny one, but she had to be there. Some of the children here were bastards themselves, and he didn't want to offend them by hiding away his own.

He and his wife then made their way to the throne room, where he took his seat on the rather imposing Iron Throne. To the right of the throne, was another, for his queen. To the right of that throne, were three more seats, for his daughters, and to the left of his own, seats for his sons. He watched as his sons, Aenar and Viserys, came and took their seats. They sat quietly, and were soon joined by Shaena, who took her own seat. 

And then they came. The Wards and their guards, in a line, led by the servant and Myriah, entered the throne room, a somber procession. He smiled and stood as they entered, each one kneeling before him. He chuckled and walked towards them. [color=red]"Ohhh do away with these formalities! Everyone bowing and kneeling all day long it's rather exhausting.[/color] He could imagine that not all of them very much wanted to kneel, but he respected that they did so anyways. It meant they were smart he supposed. Had he been in the situation of his subjects he figured he'd kneel and bow and curtsy until he was blue in the face.

When the Wards and their guards had risen, He spoke again. [color=red]"Some of you may see this as a hostage situation, this palace as a prison. I assure you that everything you are here to do is for the good of the realm. And while I guess it is a bit of a hostage situation, in the sense that I don't think I can just let you leave before being here for more than a day, I hope it is a comfortable one.[/color] He smiled at his joke before continuing. 

[color=red]"Jokes aside, I'll keep this brief. You are all here to promote peace between your families. While you are here I expect you all to work at being friends, and to obey my wishes. I promise that those will be few and far between. In return, you will all learn the workings of the country's politics, and other useful skills. I promise, your stay here will not be wasted time.[/color]

He clapped his hands together and took a deep breath. [color=red]"There will be a tourney held in one weeks time, and I hope you all will at the very least, attend. Other than that I have nothing else to say, only a warning. King's Landing can be a pit of vipers for those who are inexperienced with it. You may see each other as strangers now, but you are in fact, each other's greatest friends. Don't forget that. And with that, I bid you all a good day. Feel free to get settled in to your new surroundings, and for those of you who are hungry, breakfast is being served in your quarter's as we speak."[/color] He stepped back, smiling. In his opinion, this had gone extremely well.