Welcome party for the Tyroshi

The Tyroshi envoy was clearly distinguishable as a man with bright green hair, beard and mustachios. His clothing was white trimmed with gold, very flashy, and he laughed loudly at whatever the Master of Coin was saying to him.

The Princess Dowager approached Baelor. "Nephew. Greetings to you. I hope you shall enjoy the feast. Our Tyroshi envoy and his party are rather...lively." She smiled a little.

"I will," she said. "I am sure I need not tell you how delicate the situation is. The Tyroshi alliance is crucial to our cause. Master Mathoris is a good man, for a foreigner."

Princess Daenya arrived wearing a soft pink dress, the lacing in gold. The dress was made from expensive looking satin and flowed to the floor like a smooth waterfall. Daenya's hair was done in ringlets and she wore a silver tiara, a pink gem stone set in it. Her face was lightly powdered, her cheeks having a slightly flushed effect, and there was a small amount of soot around her eyes to make them even bigger. In her ears were small white pearls.

All in all, her outfit provided the look a beautiful flower that had only just begun to bloom.

"The pleasure is mine, I assure you," Baelor responded, bowing deeply to the ambassador. "I certainly hope you are enjoying your stay in King's Landing." He offered a smile to the ambassador in return, genial, polite.

The Prince of Dragonstone is present, as would be expected. Aegon wears formal clothes in the black and red of his house, his seven-pointed star tucked beneath his shirt.

"A fact that we take a great deal of pride in. However, you would agree that wealth is only as good as the one who holds it, yes?" He chose his words carefully. As his aunt Laena had said, this was a very delicate matter.

Baelor noticed that Laena had already walked away with the Master of Coin, leaving him alone with the Ambassador.

"You are right, no doubt. And yet, that means King Maegor must be a worthy man indeed to possess such a magnificent castle. Is that not so?"

Maelys notices that his Goldcloaks are on good form that evening and that they are all sober and their uniforms and weapons are clean. He has done well with the current guard duty.

Princess Arenya walks into the feast, her choice of wardrobe was not as the others. She wore her hair down and flowing past her shoulders. Her shirt was of the deepest red silk with a black onyx choker adorning her neck. Arenya also wore a pair of black pants with black heels.

While everyone was clamoring over the Tyroshi guest, she decided that she would sit next to her nephew, Aegon. Her relationship with his was not as she wanted, she barely knew the boy, and she was curious about him.

"Nephew, may I sit?"

Daenya decided to approach the man with a friendly smile, extending her hand to him.

"I could not help but catch you winking at me, ser," She said. "Do you not know that it is rude to wink at a princess?" She laughed.

Aegon had seen his beautiful, graceful, self-assured aunt many times over the years, of course, both in King's Landing and at Dragonstone.  As a boy he had nursed an infatuation for her, and perhaps that teenage awkwardness had contributed to why they were not close.  "Arenya.  Of course."  He gestures to a vacant chair.  "I didn't know you were back from the north already."

The handsome youth bowed so low he was almost bent double. When he spoke, he had a thick, foreign accent but she was able to understand hi.

"Is it? You must forgive me. Westeros has lots of princesses. We have none in Tyrosh. So I never met a princess before. I saw a pretty girl, so I looked at her. Is that wrong?"





"You would be welcome to come home with me," Mathoris replied. "The Archon would welcome you. A fine suite of rooms in his palace, the prettiest girls. I know you would enjoy a visit. But tell me about Oldtown? The Archon's people led me to believe this war of yours has been running for many years. It should surely be over now."