Post by Royal Joker on Jun 2, 2020 13:14:55 GMT -5
The sound of marching echoed through the streets of King's Landing, waking the smallfolk from their slumber just as dawn broke. Looking out, they could see columns of infantry, knights and outriders moving through the capital - all carrying the colors of House Tyrell. The seven gates of King's Landing were already occupied by green cloaks, much to the chagrin of the gold cloaks who nominally were in charge of the royal capital's security. Now the Tyrell army was moving into the heart of the city, taking position in town squares, on Rhaenys' Hill, Visenya's Hill and, finally, on Aegon's Hill. Some looked on in fear, others in confusion, as 40,000 sworn men of the Hand of the King occupied the capital.
Mace Tyrell, failing to keep down a yawn, watched as a column of his men-at-arms made their way toward him in the Red Keep's courtyard. He was dressed for the occasion in gallant armor decorated with gold roses and green vines stretching across the plate, sitting atop his destrier and surrounded by personal guard. While he hoped the armor made him look brave, in truth he was terrified. The murder of Kevan Lannister and Grand Maester Pycelle had come as a shock to Mace, who had found the two men quite agreeable. This was a foul plot, no other way around it, aimed at the very heart of the Seven Kingdoms. An oaf, his dear mother called him, but even an oaf could smell a conspiracy when the lord regent lay dead in a pool of his own blood. Whoever was behind it, Mace would make sure they were captured and given their due judgement. He would be the savior of the realm, a true hero in the hour of darkness!
As Tyrell men took their positions and relieved the City Watch of their duties, Mace gazed over at the Great Sept of Baelor atop Visenya's Hill. No love was lost between the Lord of Highgarden and the current High Septon, the "High Sparrow" as the common-born septon had been dubbed by his followers. However, he doubted that such a pious man would stoop so low as to assassinate two loyal servants of the king. No, Mace thought to himself, there more nefarious creatures capable of such feats. From what beloved daughter had told him of Queen Cersei, he had no doubt that the power-hungry woman would anything to keep a grip on power - even becoming a kinslayer. Or worse, conspiring to have his sweet Margaery accused of such a sinful act as adultery! He plump man fumed at the thought, his cheeks turning red.
As exhilarating as it was to oversee the troops' proper conduct as they took charge of the safety of the royal capital, Mace suddenly felt a bit peckish. He had barely had time to eat in the morning after all, putting on this blasted armor before the sun had risen. With a loud declaration he dismounted his horse and made his way to the great dining hall of the Red Keep. Being the savior of the Seven Kingdoms was hard work, after all, and he would be a fool to skip breakfast. Not proper at all to face the foes of his good son King Tommen without proper nourishment.