When Arys - Lord Arryn as he was fond of insisting on, had been told he wasn't allowed in the city, he had considered making a fuss. He was after all cousin to the Queen but plague was enough to put him off as well as irritate him that he was going to arrive at court to find it dour. More dour than normal with a Stark in charge.
Yet he did not let it bother him for long and he took his retinue hunting in the Kingswood for days, wine could always be found if you had coin once their supplies ran low and he had gotten one of the household knights so drunk he had managed a tryst with his wife while the man lay insensible in the common room of the inn he had commandeered.
But when the word had come that the gates were open he had dragged his retinue together and left the utter drunkards behind to straggle after them. The Moon and Falcon tabards on his guards and the words of his household knights - encouraged to be brash, soon moved Arys up the column into the subdued streets of the capital. No other great lords were so late in arriving and so he safely outranked everyone. It was when he noticed his knights about to approach a pretty little thing on a horse that seemed far too much for her. He called them off and trotted up beside her. "Now there's a magnificent looking ride," he commented, glancing both girl and horse over, drawing laughter from his knights which they suppressed at a look from him. "You have a fine mount, my lady," he looked again closer and decided that it was worth the delay to fall over a comely little thing like this. "But only fitting for one who has the look of a Princess, I've not found a lost little dragon have I? My little cousins will be put out by the competition." Not that he truly knew much about them but it sounded something that would be true of girls.