Rhaena, with Terrax perched on her shoulder, walks with her retinue through King's Landing to the harbor, clutching the decree written by the seneschal of the Red Keep. "This...this is only the beginning." she quips mentally to herself as they turn to walk into Fishmonger's Square, the cries of many fishermen and merchant along with bartering over prices drowning out much of the other sounds the princess could hear, besides the chirps and curious noises of Terrax as the small dragon adjusts itself on her shoulder, fluttering it's wings occasionally. "Your highness, what if Lord Velaryon has ordered the fleet to move and no ships are present?" "Then we find a merchant, present the edict, and offer him and his crew a small reward for their service. Failing that, we go to the dockyards to purchase a ship and crew, then sail on our own." The man nods, Rhaena and her chief retainers had spent several days planning her escape to Essos, and what they would do when they reach Pentos, Braavos, or Volantis.
Continuing onwards through the Mud Gate into the harbor, the young princess scans the docks, attempting to find a warship of the Iron Throne, to present the edict she carries and then make another offer to the captain. Her retainers follow closely, the several former Goldcloaks amongst them leading the way as they continue on through the throng of people rushing about to load and unload cargo, merchants, passengers on ships, local fishermen, and many others from other walks of life.
The Errant Princess
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