With Much Pomp and Circumstance... Who: Lyanora Stark When: Day 49, Afternoon Where: Kings Landing Rating: PGish Status: Open
At least Winterfell was clean. The same couldn't be said of King's Landing. Lya looked around as they entered the town, flanked on each side by her guards. Not that she couldn't defend herself if it came to that, but it wasn't wise to take stupid chances. The trip had taken a total of about two weeks and from start to finish they had been plagued by a myriad of small disasters.
Everything from one of her few dresses finding its way into a camp fire to horses dying despite not being run hard to even being kicked out of an inn one night and forced to sleep outside. That experience had not been nearly the adventure Lya would've pegged it for ten years or so ago. Despite what everyone thought about that incident the sailors had started it and she was completely justified.
That was her story and she was not going to change it.
Looking around it suddenly struck Lya that a lot of people were staring as they made their way towards the Red Keep on horseback. She would've blamed it on her obvious nobility or wealth until the captain of her guard leaned over so she could hear him and said, "It's because you're dressed like a man, Milady."
"Oh, I suppose it is," Lya said with sudden understanding. She was wearing breaches, thick riding boots a man's shirt and cloak. Not to mention her sword at her side. "I guess it would have been advisable to stop somewhere before we got here to change." Though how she'd fight her way into some damnable, torturous dress in the bushes was beyond her.
"I suggested that awhile ago. You said you'd take it under advisement and then announced that we'd keep going," he only sound slightly annoyed to Lya. More like amused. The men with her were used to putting up with her, she supposed. At least they called it 'putting up with.' Lyanora Stark, however, simply considered herself a fact of life.
"Well, it does make sense. After all, we were so close that stopping to fight my way into a dress when I'm already dirty and trail worn didn't seem like the best idea. I'll dress as 'properly' as my brother wants after we get a chance to settle in and a hot bath," Lya said. Stressing the after. Her family should know her well enough to not be too put off by her attire. This was how she dressed at home, after all.
At the very least after two weeks of hard riding south the least she could be was comfortable. They were almost there, and not all of the trip had been bad, she had managed to find a couple of baubles for the twins and Brandon at the last place they stopped. Finally, the hard part was over. The fun part? That was just beginning.