The Moonlit Palace

Aegon surveyed the delicate arches of the Palace, nothing like the blocky profile of the Red Keep. Their servants and guards caught up to them at the threshold, which was good; a group always looked more impressive with a retinue, and a proud man like the Archon would expect gifts.

"He is most welcome to see them," Aegon replied calmly, "And we look forward to meeting him."

"Our dragons will impress everyone, whether they be interested in force of frivolity, if they are anyone of note then will be interested in power. That is what dragons represent, pure power." Rhaena said, catching what The Lord Commander said to her brother. She had not wanted to leave Tyraxes alone, he might try and eat grandmother, or fight with one of the others, which would not go well.

Rhaena looked round the place with a curious eye, the different architecture was of more interest to her, it spoke of hot climates, of decadence, the arches being carved in ways she had never seen. It was very beautiful in a way,

"That is acceptable," Aegon acknowledged. He still wore his black armor, Penance on his hip, and to be honest he felt more comfortable in it than in courtly attire anyway.

Belaquo led them into a large room where the Archon sat, quickly giving each of their names to a herald dressed in gaudy pink and blue, with hair dyed to match. The room was hung with the symbol of the Trios and paintings of men with hair in a rainbow of hues, presumably former Archons. The Archon himself, surrounded by twenty men wielding axes, sat on a golden throne with a green silk cushion. All of the guards were tall and muscular, and wore breastplates and ornate helms.

The Archon was in his early forties, well-built and handsome with green hair to his shoulders, starting out leaf green at the roots and turning to a darker jade at the tips. His moustache and cropped beard were jade too. His doublet was violet, his breeches striped jade and silver. He was alone, apart from his courtiers.

Belaquo dropped into an elaborate bow, right hand pressed to his chest, while the herald announced them all.

"Welcome to the Moonlit Palace, home of His Excellency the most Honourable Archon Massio Adarys. Your Excellency, here before you stand Prince Aegon Targaryen, crown prince of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros and heir to the Iron Throne, his sister and betrothed, the Princess Rhaena and their kinsman and protector, Ser Brandon Snow, a knight of the Kingsguard."

The Archon, smiling, beckoned to his guests. "You may approach."

If the directed attention of the archon's brother bothered Rhaena she let none of it show, walking confidently just behind Aegon, her sword at her hip and her black dragonbone bow across her back.

If Aegon was not bowing, neither was she, like her brother, she took in the guards and wondered if this show of physical might might appease their uncle in regard to their strengths and priorities.

"We thank you for receiving us so graciously and so quickly into your beautiful palace, especially considering the sudden nature of our arrival" she said, it being hard to send on ravens to alert of your imminent arrival when on dragon back.

Rhaena rather liked the boldness of their fashion, it being pleasant after the muted tones of Kings Landing.

"No doubt we shall," Aegon replied. "Also travelling with us is the princess dowager, Laena Targaryen. She is seeing to our dragons currently, but she is most eager to meet you, Archon. Do we have the hospitality of your roof for the night?"

"We thank you greatly for that hospitality," Aegon replied. "You will see the Princess Laena tonight, I have no doubt. But for now we should welcome an opportunity to eat and rest from our travels."

"We shall be honored to," Aegon replied.