[h3][center]Brandon Baratheon[/center][/h3]

Brandon was very pleased with a chance to finally meet the King. His mind was racing with thoughts as to what the King would say to them, possibility after possibility running through his mind. Of course, there was always the possibility that we'd all die here, he thought grimly. 

He shook that thought from his head, choosing instead to focus on Alyssa Arryn whom was being lead ahead of him. How her hair swayed as she walked, the dark circles under her eyes, and how she seemed to always fidget with her fingers. Brandon's study was meant to determine if he wanted to make an ally of her or not. To that, he had no answer. But he did find his eyes and mind wandering to other places, places he had to willfully pull himself from. 

Eventually they arrived in the throne room. Brandon felt his breath, and all of his with and thoughts escape through his mouth as he took in the sheer magnitude of the Iron Throne's visage. Nevermind who sat upon it the Throne itself was a marvel, one Brandon was having a hard time looking away from. 

Brandon hardly heard the King's speech, he was otherwise engaged. And he was sure Lyanna would be willing to summarize it for him later. Though he did catch the last part, the one about breakfast being served in their quarters. After they were informally dismissed, Brandon gave Lyanna a 'follow me' jerk of his head and upon passing Reed whispered. [color=fff200]"Care to join us for breakfast?"[/color]

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[h3][center]Willam Lannister[/center][/h3]

"A trifle, nothing but a fortnight." Willam said to Reed Stark. It was truth, his journey was very short and very uneventful. After that, the conversation tapered off to awkward silence, silence that the young lion was desperately trying to fill to no avail. 

Finally an escape was had in their summons to the to see King. This at least would prove to be remarkably interesting. So he gave Talea a meaningful look and started following the rest of the wards. As they went, Willam was thinking about what awaited them in the throne room. Probably a speech about peace and friendship. That's what this exercise seemed to be about. Yes, he was content with that answer.

Though Willam was worried about Talea, particularly her mouth. With which she has unwittingly insulted quite a few nobles back in the Westerlands. No, that wouldn't do here. Here such and affront might cost her life. Or her tongue. And unfortunately the behavior of the Tyrell's bodyguard didn't help. Willam was afraid she'd take that display to mean she could do the same. He'd have to speak with her later, just in case.

They entered the throne room and Willam's eyes took it all in. All of it's magnificence and splendor. From the Iron Throne to the mighty hall, to the windows and tapestries. Works of art all of them. Finally he focused on the man sitting on the Iron Throne, King Daerys Targaryan. Willam had seen him before, even met him, but that was a long time ago. 

Willam listened pointedly to the speech, taking the words very seriously. It was as he expected which was a good sign. Finally the speech concluded with a satisfied smirk from the King. Willam took that as a sign of dismissal, though he loitered a few seconds to ensure there wasn't anything else. 

His brain shifted gears then, from Willam to Lord Lannister, time for his personal feelings to be locked and let his diplomatic personality and training kick in. To that he approached of all people, Iris Flowers from the Reach. He was very curious about her, though her volatile guard was a liability in his mind he couldn't let the thought of an alliance with the Reach go without trying for it. [color=ed1c24]"Lady Flowers, would you please join us for breakfast?"[/color] He made a slight bow, exercising his knowledge of court manners.