Tyrith watched the executions from the dais, but his eyes were more concerned with the guards around the royal family. Stark men-at-arms, some, but there were gold cloaks as well. He considered the matter of the Kingsguard- he wondered where the Lord Commander might stand. A pity the other Tully boy had had to leave court, else he would have been an excellent replacement for Winchester...
The quiet additions to the gold cloaks however, were making matters easier. With Flea Bottom so uneasy and the attacks, it had been most convenient to call in a few more here and there.
Movement caught his eye and he watched Kaelyn rising and managing a decorous retreat... until Lady Raynhold caught her. Poor child. The crowd roared with satisfaction and Tyrith looked back at the twitching remains on the platform.