'A Gathering of Shadows'

Who: Toria, ?
When: Day 53, afternoon
Where: King's Landing
Rating: PG?
Status: OPEN

After receiving notice that two of the dresses she'd had made were ready, Toria returned to the dressmaker's shop. In addition to money for her dresses, she'd brought along a couple of large baskets of fresh bread. The smallfolk had appreciated her last charitable gesture. It didn't hurt to remind them of House Lannister's philanthropy. After all, her father was likely to be named Hand once Lord Penrose formally stepped down from the position.

Although the charitable gesture didn't have any personal effect on the highborn in King's Landing, it had made a positive impression amongst most people. The children Toria had hired told her so. Some, however, had said that a highborn lady shouldn't bother mingling with common folk and should have sent a servant to offer the gifts instead. Toria concluded they'd missed the point entirely. The point was for the smallfolk to be able to place a face to the kindnesses rather than solely a family name.

Ser Geron, her ever present shadow when she wasn't in the Keep, accompanied her. He waited outside the dressmaker's shop as she finished the transaction, but stood close by when she began passing out bread.

When: Day 53, evening
Where: The Great Hall, The Red Keep
Who: All the nobles, others in the castle
Rating: PG or wherever the scheming takes them...

In the yards, silk tents had sprung up and casks of ale and tables laden with food had taken the place of the training grounds for the day. It was a feast to welcome the Ambassador of Lys and the Dornish newcomers to the court- but there were those who said it had other purposes. A celebration of the demise of the last princess, perhaps, or a show of Northron power....

The Great Hall rang with laughter and yet not all was well; there were somber faces as well as merry. Many noted Lord Penrose was not yet present and whispers drifted over the courses of goose and venison that he had resigned his post as Hand.

The evening held some warmth though the winter's chill was creeping closer. But the king had summoned his court and a feast was set before them all. Dancers from the Summer Isles spun in gowns of bright silk, acrobats leapt and tumbled, fools capered and juggled and singers told tales of ancient days. No breath of winter ever touched the land of song...


let the feast begin.

Who: Genna, William, ? 
When: Day 51, early evening
Where: council chamber
Rating: PG