A Pisswater Prince (and Princess)

The child mumbled something in response that was not really coherent to Richard. While the Princess could talk, this girl could evidently not. However, the sweet roll served to keep her silent for the time being.

A few minutes passed, and Ser Jordayne soon emerged with a dark expression with a bundle in his arms.

“It will be a miracle if the Spider does not know of our doings here.” He said, glaring around at the bystanders. A group of Goldcloaks had taken notice, but the sight of steel at the men’s hip kept them at bay for the time being. They watched warily, not ten paces away.

”Dornish child thieves.” One of the Cloaks spat. They were a group of around five or six, no more than a small patrol. They stood between the two knights and their way back to the Keep.

As Jordayne leaves with the children in tow, the Goldcloaks become a touch more confident.

”My better, are you?” One of the guards sneered, though from Richard’s manner he could perhaps tell that the man was of higher birth. ”No better of mine comes to the whorehouses down here. Got a taste for cheap cunny?” A few of them barked harshly in laughter. Onlookers cleared away, in anticipation for a fight. ”Steal that sword, did you son?”

Flea Bottom was a nest of alleys and back passages that cut through and across several dirtied streets. Several such alleyways were both behind and before Lonmouth; one nearest to him on the right would be a fine place to make a stand, in which only two men could walk abreast. Another further back looked to be the way Jordayne had gone, though whether this was simply a dead end, Richard would not know. It was by no means an empty street, littered as it was with several empty carts and piles of filth that lay at the side of people’s houses.

The Goldcloak snarled and came forward with two others, the rest hanging back somewhat. The cowards, Richard would note, who had no real desire to get themselves injured if they could help it.

Lonmouth struck one of the Goldcloaks and turns to spring away, just about dodging a thrust from one of their spears. A scream told Richard that he had cut through the padded armour into flesh. He screeched in pain, and dropped backwards while the other two advanced on him down the alleyway. Their spears closed the distance quickly, though the tightness of the alleyway stopped them from really using them in any effective way except for speculative jabs forward. One tired of the game and drew a dagger, grimacing as he advanced.

The alley certainly led somewhere, though where that is exactly was he could not be certain. The buildings of this street were all flimsily built from straw, wood and thatch.

A man cries out behind him as a rock is torn out and strikes him in the face. He falls, and the man behind falls over the top of him.
Richard darts down another back-alley, and another. Soon the sounds of pursuit cease. There is no sign of Jordayne, but the way back to the castle seems to be clear enough.

Jordayne had passed the children off as his own, and taken them to the apartments of the Princess in the Holdfast. Fortunately the Kingsguard were few in number, else their scheme might have been discovered in their deception. Now was the difficult part; getting the Prince’s real children out of the Keep. Aerys had given orders for the Dornish party of the Princess to not leave the city, so smuggling them out would be difficult.

Ser Lonmouth is not known to the guards, and so he is not permitted to pass into the presence of the Princess without her express permission. 

(Might be best to communicate with Elia in her chambers (trot )