Sandro winced at the blockades already in place. This city never changed- any excuse to break itself. At least it was restricted to the foot of the hill for the moment. He didn't relish killing too many of his neice's subjects- no doubt Jaehaerys was fond of one or two as well.
Still, he followed the fool lordling at a good distance. Sandro wondered if he even needed to be so cautious- the boy was marvelously distraught. As the two hour mark neared, he could see the tension worsening. He took pity and spurred his horse forward, coming into Oswald's line of sight.
"Now, what could a flower want in such places as this?" he said by way of greeting. "Looking for another flower in flea bottom? Roses do not grow in this place."
Around them the streets were sullenly quiet, save for the echoes of yells and breaking wood from somewhere in the direction of the Iron Gate. A few passers-by went about their business, silent but for footsteps and the second glances they gave to the men and their mounts.