It's good to be back in the capital.

Posted on Mon Dec 14th, 2020 @ 4:42pm by King Aethan Velaryon & Ser Stevron Velaryon & Lady Shireen Velaryon

Mission: The Great Council
Location: Kings Landing
Timeline: Current

The Sea Snake’s sea green sails,emblazoned with the white seahorse of House Velaryon, billowed in the wind as the ship sailed smoothly into its dock at King’s Landing.

The ship herself was an impressive vessel, being the flagship of the Velaryon fleet demanded it. The deck hands worked quickly to secure the ship to the stone pier. Lord Aethon helped his grandmother down the gangplank.

“Welcome to King’s Landing.” Said a stout and sour looking royal dockmaster. His usual uniform was adorned with a black armband in mourning of the late King Waynn.

“Thank you.” Aethan forced a half smile as he helped Lady Shireen onto the dock. The Velaryon pair wore all black, a sign of respect for the deceased monarch.

Another man ran up the dock towards them. His features were typical Valyrian.

“Uncle Stevron.” Aethan pulled the newly arrived man into a tight embrace as he approached.

Shireen, as always, was less enthusiastic about her son’s arrival than her grandson was. “Stevron, my son. You look well.”

Lord Stevron had stepped into his brother’s role as Master of Ship’s upon his death, and had taken up residence in the capital at the family’s seaside manse. “Mother.” He kissed her on the cheek. The middle aged Velaryon male was also dressed in black. As a member of the Small Council it was expected that he set an example for the rest of the royal court.

Lord Aethan handed his aged grandmother her cane. Its handle was shaped as a Velaryon seahorse with light emeralds in the creature’s eyes. Ornate could barely describe the piece. Shireen grasped the cane and started a determined pace from the pier. “I assume we will stay at your manse Ron?” She had a way of making any question sound like a command at the same time.

“Yes, I hope that’s alright. “ Stevron was usually a very forceful man, confident in everything he did. But around his mother, he was forever the spare, the second born son. It made him less sure of himself.

Shireen continued to lead the way to the seaside manse that House Velaryon had held in Kings Landing for the better part of nearly three centuries, her cane clicking on the cobblestones as she walked. The manse was occupied whenever the family visited the capital and served as the primary residence of Velaryons who worked in the city, specifically on the Small Council, as they had for innumerous years.

It wasn’t the largest manse in the city, not by far. But it suited the Velaryon’s fine. With views of the ocean and exceptional openness, it was quite comfortable for the seafaring family. There was a small household staff of course, just a handful of servants, all dressed in Velaryon sea green outfits with black armbands. Many ethnicities and nationalities were present. A Braavosi man greeted the Velaryons at the gate. The entire complex was surrounded by a rather tall stone wall on three sides, only the side facing the sea was open.

Shireen spoke indiscernibly in a whisper as she passed the Braavosi man. She turned to Aethan and Stevron once she was inside the walls. “We have a long day of publicly mourning tomorrow and you’ll want a good meal and a long night of sleep before that.” She snapped her fingers at the servant still standing by the gate. “I said we’ll be needing a good meal, boy.”

The Braavosi man nodded and ran past them into the manse.

Shireen inhaled the ocean air deeply. “It’s good to be back in the capital.” she smirked.