Royce Bolton.

the trip was long but well worth it if I’m being honest. And oh I did see one but startled was on the bottom of the list on how I felt.” Yielding a small but playful smirk towards her.

was. When Tyrion returned and introduced her, he couldn't help but smirk. The Princess had an air of Targaryen confidence and fire that he could notice already as she made her way over to him; and she hadn't even said a word to him yet.

“Princess.” He said, “good afternoon to you as well. And +

still courteous towards the King because that was not his issue, ( a father's sins should not be a burden for the child to carry. ) He always thought.

Giving proper courtesies towards the Queen and King when the screeching protest of the iron doors sounded and he turned to look to see who it +

when Royce had seen Jon, or Aegon as he is known as now, knowing full well the history between his House and the Starks. But thanks to his father's mercy ( who knew that he had it in him ) that sort of eased some of the tensions, not fully but somewhat. Royce was +

one of his House. The walk was lengthy but it was nice and he got a speed tour of the Red Keep while at it; although he immediately started to feel like a fish out of water due to how different it was here than it is in the North he did his best to shake that away.

There was a bit of awkwardness +

Only four men of Royce’s that he had hand-picked himself to accompany him on this trip had parted from the garrison to accompany him on this escort to the throne room. As they walked he couldn't help but notice a few tapestries depicting the Histories of Westeros and smirked when he noticed +

you're all exhausted from your long travels.” He said addressing Royce, “Her Grace has been waiting for your arrival, I'm to escort you to the throne room, please follow me.”

to what it is now. It wasn't often he was in awe of someone or something. Hopping off his horse he was grateful to be able to stretch his legs and give his ass a break from sitting. Tyrion spoke to him directly, glancing periodically at the men who came with him, “I won't waste time, surely +

and loyal Northern men who served King Aegon and his Queen. Some give them strange looks as they rode through and it was Tyrion and Grey Worm who had came to greet them all once they reached a certain point. Royce glanced around in awe at how she turned the Capital from what he heard stories of +

but apparently that was not the case. He will soon find out at least.

Time seemed to have passed quickly since seeing the dragon as they had finally arrived through the gates of King's Landing; they were expected and without much fuss from the Gold Cloaks, Unsullied, Dothraki and the few good +

features. Hearing the roar solidified his answer, a dragon. He knew the Targaryen’s were known for their dragons, but to see one after they were thought to have gone extinct was something to behold. Some drunken northman soldier had spewed out a rumor that Daenerys had lost two of her dragons +

Continued on he noticed a large shadow, too large to be a bird loom above them. From down where he was it looked like a singular off white color, too high of a cloud with wings in the sky and he couldn't help but squint as he tried to make out what it was. A small grin soon formed on the Bolton's +

father on behalf of him, albeit the latter two men didn't particularly get along due to some personal things but it was not his business; Royce understood very well the reputation his father, grandsire and those before him within the family line put on the Bolton name.

As he and his garrison +

between and resting at inns but this lengthy travel was for the birds. But it was going to be worth it according to his mother, he was going to meet his betrothed at long last after months of raven correspondences between Queen Daenerys, King Aegon on behalf of their daughter and his mother and +

his beloved mother is friends with the Queen and by extension the King. As Royce rode atop Raven, he couldn't help but think how in the Seven Hells did Robert Baratheon and his garrison do this lengthy ass travel back then? His ass was sore from sitting atop his horse and sure they did make stops +

It had been about two months worth of travel from The dreary North to the much warmer South. There was always a saying on how Northerners don't fare well in the South, at least that was said some time in the past as times have since changed. The Seven Kingdoms have a new Queen and King, to which +

It shouldn't be, at least I hope not. I'll try to make things as comfortable for you as possible. If it eases the mind I'm not after some title.

Named Raven."

"Oh my, the name alone is different and the manner of death is even more ... Tragic?"

Royce just shook his head for a moment.

"Well my father doesn't exactly name horses, he names his hunting hounds; Grey Jeyne, Jez, Alison, Kyra, Red Jeyne, Sara, Willow ... I do have a horse however that's +

silentprincess.

Updated this a bit, give it a read if you want.

I may be a Bolton but I'm not my father.

How cute. Are we making you uneasy?

When haven't I? Except for that one time when father tried to set me up with a fellow Northerner when I was what eight; but that was because I didn't particularly like her or her company...

Our armies and alliances have grown larger in the last twenty four hours. Impressive, if say so.

Also do my eyes spy grandsire lurking?

A little bird told me I was being betrothed.