Myrwin Martell (unbroken_spear) wrote in agos, @ 2008-09-21 21:45:00 |
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Current location: | King's Landing |
Entry tags: | jaehaerys targaryen, myrwin martell, tyrith lannister, william stark |
The Prince Arrives
Who: Myrwin
When: Day 46, early AM
Where: Flea Bottom
Status: Open
Rating: PG-13
Two weeks.
Two weeks on that Gods-cursed boat.
Myrwin thought he'd never stop retching.
Just a bad bit of beef. he told himself as he wobbled to the ship's rail, as discomforted on dry land now as he was the first few days at sea. That's all it was.
They'd come ashore in a mummer's farce worthy of the best companies of all Westeros. The Martell banner flew high, topped only by that on Dorne itself. A bloody procession of fifty of his greatest warriors disembarked in their finery, taking up positions on the docks to honor him - and to send a message to the wolves and lions and fish and every other bloody thing that the Prince of Dorne was here.
Subtlety, he noted wryly, was not numbered among the traits of his family.
Once all fifty men were ashore and in formation, he finally descended the gangplank and set food on solid land. He stomach rebelled, but he managed to keep control of it. Mounting his finest white stallion, he took up the banner of Dorne and Martell and set his entire company moving towards the castle.
He just fervently hoped he wouldn't soil his pretty new doublet-and-hose by retching off the side of his horse.
Bad beef. That's all it was.