Ser Jonath Rowan of the Kingsguard (jonathrowan) wrote in agos,
Jonath Rowan sat back in his seat, sometimes adding a word or two to the conversation of the few knights around himself. His sympathy went out to his brother Kingsguards stuck on duty tonight. He'd stood in the throne room most of the day himself and it was somehow easier when the place was empty- you didn't have to spend your time watching half an army of nobles all half drunk and all half likely to stab your king. And after Paegon... Jonath took a long drag of wine. And nearly spit it out again. Seven above, that green stuff from Myr. Jonath grimaced and took another drink. Sooner done the better.
He glanced up at the high table and shook his head. The place still looked odd all snowy white and silver. Looked like Winter had come at last. There was a thought to chill you to the bone. Another drink. He turned his attention back to his old friends from Highgarden.