The Coronation of the Tyrell King

[Bonez]

Here all men will meet to celebrate the crowning of the new king who hails from the Reach and is a Tyrell by name. Once all men of position are here to join in the festivities we shall begin with the Coronation by the High Septon.

[Bjorn]

Gawen didnt go, but instead sent his brother, Orson, with his regards. Orson Baratheon entered the capital and seemingly felt at home. The whole movement regarding the coronation of the Usurper was breathtaking in his mind, the possibilities were there, scattered and ready. He was married to a Serry, a highly respected vassal of the Reach, and he hoped to use that as gateway for further political achievments for the Stormlands.

With Orson came Corwen, his brother. He looked around at the movement regarding the coronation and smiled. He faught alongside the Usurper, the Stormlands declared the Targaryen ruler unfit for rule when he burned down Gawen's uncle, of the same name. Corwen's hate still burned for the Targaryens ever since then. But now things seemed to him to be boring. All this talk about a new King and fast political moves to get his favor, it all was dull as hell in Corwen's eye. He was hoping for a tournament after the coronation, where he could show off his skills. The only reason he actually went, was because Orson insisted heavily.

[Lucius Malfoy]

A hand clamped down on Orson and Corwen's shoulder as a familiar face appeared between the two. Their brother-in-law, Sigmund Swann, their father's most trusted general and aide in the Stormlands. He smiles at the two.

Sad that your brother couldn't come...but I can understand his reasons. Much to do in the Stormlands. Your brother wanted me to come as the bodyguard for you two.

Sigmund had his father's looks; black hair and blue eyes, but was more slim. His father, Magnussen Swann, was known to all as the Raging Bull of Summerhall, a renowned warrior of Stormlands and a close friend to Gawen's father. He had his father's abilities, earning the nickname Little Bull. He enjoyed politics to a degree. If it helped the country, worth it. Filled someone's private pockets, absolutely done. He wore his best attire for this occasion.

[Bjorn]

A hand clamped down on Orson and Corwen's shoulder as a familiar face appeared between the two. Their brother-in-law, Sigmund Swann, their father's most trusted general and aide in the Stormlands. He smiles at the two.

Sad that your brother couldn't come...but I can understand his reasons. Much to do in the Stormlands. Your brother wanted me to come as the bodyguard for you two.

Sigmund had his father's looks; black hair and blue eyes, but was more slim. His father, Magnussen Swann, was known to all as the Raging Bull of Summerhall, a renowned warrior of Stormlands and a close friend to Gawen's father. He had his father's abilities, earning the nickname Little Bull. He enjoyed politics to a degree. If it helped the country, worth it. Filled someone's private pockets, absolutely done. He wore his best attire for this occasion.

Orson greeted the man with a firm handshake. He was a partially bald man, and was using his best clothing as well, with a cloak boardered with silver and golden stags. It is good to see you, Sigmund. Yes, my brother certainly has his hands full in the stormlands... Said Orson, seemingly thinking otherwise. He could, of course, have put Corwen or me in his place and go to this historical event, but that is my brother for ya... Gawen was known to not care about politics, to Orson's annoyance.

Sigg! How are you? Said Corwen with a jovial smile. He was a tall and good looking man, with jet black hair and a young strong face. He hugged the man and patted hard on his chest. Last time I saw you it was still winter. You've gotten fatter. He said with a grin.

[Lucius Malfoy]

Sigmund returned the gesture with a firm handshake as well. He was aware of Gawen's dislike towards politics. He looked around the Coronation.

Gawen is sure missing out...plenty of big players here from the various houses.

He then lowers his voice so that only the two can hear.

Might wanna keep an eye out for any...beneficial ties for the Stormlands. Best to also reaffirm any old ones as well.

Sigmund then smiles and pats Corwen's shoulder. He seemed always be a jolly fellow.

Days have been better. Planning a military tour and inspection of Stormlands once I return. Now that the winter has thawed out...I should be able to lose this loose fat. Hunting was poor during this winter so I didn't go out much. I have missed hunting for those deer and wrestling down Boars...something your brother doesn't have fond memories of.

He would laugh as Sigmund had told Orson and Corwen the story of Gawen being mauled by a Boar and that their brother-in-law had to tackle the Boar and wrestle it into submission for Gawen.

[Bjorn]

Henry Anarion comes to the coronation to witness the King being crowned. He sighed, knowing that boring politics would take precedence over everything now the realm was at peace.
Henry greets his Baratheon kin.
Orson! Corwen! It is good to see you!

Corwen smiled and gave the man a hug. Harry! How fares you, cousin?

Orson simply smiled lightly and went after Corwen. I trust the road wasn't too tiresom?

Sigmund returned the gesture with a firm handshake as well. He was aware of Orson's dislike towards politics. He looked around the Coronation.

Gawen is sure missing out...plenty of big players here from the various houses.

He then lowers his voice so that only the two can hear.

Might wanna keep an eye out for any...beneficial ties for the Stormlands. Best to also reaffirm any old ones as well.

Sigmund then smiles and pats Corwen's shoulder. He seemed always be a jolly fellow.

Days have been better. Planning a military tour and inspection of Stormlands once I return. Now that the winter has thawed out...I should be able to lose this loose fat. Hunting was poor during this winter so I didn't go out much. I have missed hunting for those deer and wrestling down Boars...something your brother doesn't have fond memories of.

He would laugh as Sigmund had told Orson and Corwen the story of Gawen being mauled by a Boar and that their brother-in-law had to tackle the Boar and wrestle it into submission for Gawen.

Orson agreed seriously. Yes, this is the time to make the right contacts. If only my brother could understand that... We need to get ahead of the other houses if we wish to assert ourselves. I am planning of suggesting the marriage between Gawen's daughter Leyne and the King's son. Our approximation to the Reach by my marriage to the Serrys might help.

Corwen laughed at the reminder of the old stories. He always found them amusing. Orson simply smiled slightly, he always found them unnecessary and rather vulger.

We should hunt together more often, Sigg! Time is always passing! Before we blink, we're too old to clean our own arses. Said Corwen looking at the distance seeing the old imposing lords that stood close to the king, he smirked.

[Clagius]

Logan had sent an messenger to inform the new King's advisor that Logan cannot attend due to problems elsewhere.

[Gandalfus]

Henry Anarion comes to the coronation to witness the King being crowned. He sighed, knowing that boring politics would take precedence over everything now the realm was at peace.
Henry greets his Baratheon kin.
Orson! Corwen! It is good to see you!

[Gandalfus]

Corwen smiled and gave the man a hug. Harry! How fares you, cousin?

Orson simply smiled lightly and went after Corwen. I trust the road wasn't too tiresom?

Henry Smiled
Good, cousin, good. You are in good health I trust?
the road was long, but not hard. I had no trouble on the Journey. I trust your journey was good as well?

[ulti]

The delegation from House Greyjoy arrive - a single freedman, who hasn't cleaned himself in over a year. With a foul stench and an attitude to match, he storms up to King, without a bow, and thrusts a letter upon him. Without waiting for a reply, he leaves. The letter reads:

To the False King Tyrell,

I, King Theon Greyjoy, Lord of the Iron Islands, do refute your claim to the throne. Furthermore, in light of your inevitable reign, we demand that you respect the independence of the Iron Islands or face the consequences.

On behalf of the people of the Iron Islands,
King Theon Greyjoy

Whilst the attention is on the Freedman, Lady Asha Greyjoy enters the hall, being the most suitable Greyjoy for such diplomacy. To most, she is unrecognisable as a Greyjoy.

[Bonez]

Eddard Stark accompanied by his 2 legitamate children Godfrey and Cordbury and his bastard Benjen walk into the area.

[Gandalfus]

Henry spots lord Eddard
Greetings lord Stark! How fare you? And how was your trip to the south?

[Bonez]

Henry spots lord Eddard
Greetings lord Stark! How fare you? And how was your trip to the south?

Eddard hearing (whoever this guy is) turns and walks towards him,

My trip to the south is fine. Bit warmer than I'm used to, but what can you expect

[Gandalfus]

Henry grins.
Where is my courtesy? I apologise lord Stark, I am Henry, of the House Anarion. Lord of Casterly rock. And I expect it is a bit warmer than your used to, as the north is so cold and harsh.
Henry shook the mans hand.

[Gandalfus]

Henry laughed
politics is boring cousin, but we shall all have to get used to it, it seems.

[Bjorn]

Henry laughed
politics is boring cousin, but we shall all have to get used to it, it seems.

Corwen laughed. Not me, this is Orson's playground. I'm just here to accompany him. He gave his brother a slap on the back.

[Gandalfus]

Henry chuckled
is that right Orson? well I have no doubt you shall enjoy all the time you spend in the cesspit of a city, If you enjoy politics! I pity those people who live in the streets, but sometimes I envy them to... They don't have to put up with nobles talking all day long!

[ulti]

A small cough is heard behind Stark and Baratheon. On inspection, it is seem to come from the rather beautiful Lady Asha Greyjoy.

"If you will excuse the interuption gentlemen, but I couldn't help but overhear your conversation, and it seems I've found some people as bored with this whole thing as I am..."

[Bjorn]

A small cough is heard behind Stark and Baratheon. On inspection, it is seem to come from the rather beautiful Lady Asha Greyjoy.

"If you will excuse the interuption gentlemen, but I couldn't help but overhear your conversation, and it seems I've found some people as bored with this whole thing as I am..."

Orson looked at who it was and didnt recognise her. And who might you be, my good lady?

[ulti]

Orson looked at who it was and didnt recognise her. And who might you be, my good lady?

"Lady Asha, of Orkemont Island. I believe that I am talking to Lord Orson?"