The Prince's last orders

[jacb547]

Lord Jon Connington


The Lord Hand was a wreck, his Prince Rhaegar had abandoned him, the cause and the army to ride south to glorious battle. Jon had been in the Maester's tent when the letter from the Prince arrived and by that time he was long gone, Connington had cried at the loss of his Prince I have failed Rhaegar, I am not there to protect him. Still, his prince had left specific orders for him and Jon Darry, to smuggle his family from the capital I may have failed the father but I will not fail his children. Jon entered the Capital with a look of grim determination, his shaved face now with a peach fuzz of a beard due to lack of treatment, his arm was half healed and his armour dented. Following him were the forty-one survivors of his guard, his squire, his captain at arms and Jonothor Darry of the Kingsguard, a man Connington did not know well but Rhaegar seemed to trust so Jon trusted him aswell. As the party rode through the muddy streets that dotted the approach of Aegon's hill some smallfolk hid, others looked at them curiously, all afraid of the war and the impending attack on the city. The hand spared them little thought instead he wondered how far Aerys madness was and if he would need to apply guile to smuggle the children out. As the Red Keep loomed ever closer he slowed his horse and approached the Kingsguard Knight. "Ser Jonothor how do you think we should proceed?"

[Lucius Malfoy]

(Hengest, Axis, Jacb and Byzantine is required to join this rp. Others like Oz, Poach, myself and any others are welcomed to pitch in)

[Axis Sunsoar]

Dust clung to Jonothor Darry, so that to call him a white knight would be amiss. Instead, both cloak and armor were dyed with a light dusting of brown, and sweat had tracked filthy streaks down his face. He turned his weary eyes to the Hand of the King. "We should go to Elia's chamber and speak with her personally. No one can say how Aerys might react to the suggestion that the young ones be taken from the keep." He reached into his saddlebag and gripped the letter inside.'I once thought that Rhaegar would make a better king than his father, and I have no doubt that that is the truth, now I must ensure that his words carry the weight of a king's. He reaffirmed his statement, "The King must hear nothing of this."

[jacb547]

Lord Jon Connington, the Red Keep


"Indeed, I fear for our lives should His Grace discover us." Connington knew what they were doing would be seen as treason by many "But these are Prince Rhaegar's orders to us and we should see it done." When they approached the gate the party found few guards there most looking distressed and a veil of smoke came from the castle By the gods what has Aerys done now? he knew the King had an obsession for fire but burning down the Red Keep was too much. Jon approached the guardsmen, one burly sergeant spoke: "M'lord hand...."
"What is the meaning of all this smoke?"
"Fire in the Maidenvault, m'lord." No, it cannot be Connington suddently felt a wave of panic. Are Rhaegar's children hurt?
"The princess? The prince? Are they well?"
"Yes, M'lord we managed to get them away quick but the fire ravages the building."
What on earth could have started this? Connington gave an order and the gate was opened for the party, he led the entrance to the Red Keep heading at speed to the Maidenvault. And even as he ran Jon Connington shouted some orders to Ser Tytos and Jonothor of the Kingsguard "Go get Prince Viserys!"

OOC: Poach, feel free to drop in now.

[Hengest]

ooc: this is all I can contribute with until Elia is involved

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[jacb547]

Jon Connington, King's Landing harbour



Lord Jon and his company arrived at the Mud Gate later that day, this time escorting a covered carriage filled with weapons and armour. Well actually the royal children but he wouldn't just go saying that, Jon had left replacement's for Rhaegar's children in the Red Keep action which would haunt him forever but he knew it was the right thing to do. What is a butcher's girl life against the life of a Prince? Nothing, he wanted to say, but heartwrenching regret still filled him. The babe was an abandoned orphan he found on Flee Bottom, he was to young to know anything so he was not feeling so bad but the girl Oh, the girl.... A butcher famous for his loyalty to the Kingdom had sold her for a bag of silver, as cute a girl as he ever saw Connington shivered to think of her fate. The usurper will not kill defenseless children will he? Jon shrugged it off, this was not the time to feel weak, he still had a job to do. Alone, he approached the captain of a Pentoshi galley, a kettle bellied middle aged man with golden teeth and one ear. "I want passage to Dragonstone."
"Just your luck, we plan to stop there on the way home. The storms are hitting the Narrow Sea hard and I fear King Landing's port is not so safe anymore."
"I'll pay."
"Just you m'lord?"
"No, I want passage for...." Connington mentally counted their entourage, he, Jon Darry, forty-one of his guards, the royal family and Lady Mooton "Forty-four and a carriage bearing arms." He decided not to reveal the Royals on the company, he did not know if he could trust this captain.
"Fine, four thousand and four hundred dragons." What? This man is ripping me off! But Jon was not sure weather he would find any captain willing to transport that many. "Your men will have to cramp bellow decks, I have two cabins for you and the Knight o'er there." The Pentoshi pointed to Jonothor Darry, whose white armour was thankfully brown now "And the girl can sleep in my cabin, heh." The captain now pointed at Lady Mooton and Connington scowled at him.
"She'll have mine." Safer this way, I can watch for the princes. "What's your name good captain?"
"Gariio Derestys, at your service my lord! You would be Lord Jon Connington correct?"
"Yes." Connington beckoned forth the company and they started to pile onto the galley, sadly the Targaryens had to be transported in barrels but he hoped they would not begrudge him for it. All I do, I do for you Rhaegar He would not fail his prince, dead or alive. Ser Tytos brought up a purse filled with gold and gave it to the captain who didn't bother counting and shouted.
"ALL ABOARD LADS! WE SAIL FOR DRAGONSTONE!"

OOC: The funds can be deducted from the Targs in exile accounts.