D3lmoniko
Warden of the West
Storm's End, The Stormlands...
Durran smiled. "Princess Rysenna. You honor us with your presence. We are sorry to welcome you with this awful weather." Durran said, bowing. "Yes, I believe it is in good spirits to make our way to the keep. We have only the finest food and drinks for your highness, along with warm clothes and rooms for your stay here." He then turned to look at the others, his trademark smile not disappearing from his face.
Durran took his place beside Rysenna, walking on foot. Verys, with his trademark helmet went near Sol, offering his hand. "Allow me to escort you to our keep, my fair lady." Verys said, his voice echoing through his helmet. Feran went to Meera, standing straight. "I will escort you back to the keep, my lady. Please, stand close." Feran said, after taking his place beside Meera.
The whole host started to move, their feet sounding off like a war march. So many people were never seen before in Storm's End, so the people started to gather around to look at everybody. The main focus were the people that were too odd to be Baratheons. The other was the Red Priest. After a while, Durran looked up at Rysenna. "We are sorry we could not stop the rain. We could've chosen any other day to invite you. But you must believe me your highness, a conflict is on the rise. And our people need eachother to get an advantage over the others." Durran said, clearing his throat. His white hair was getting wet, but not one fell on his face.
Durran smiled. "Princess Rysenna. You honor us with your presence. We are sorry to welcome you with this awful weather." Durran said, bowing. "Yes, I believe it is in good spirits to make our way to the keep. We have only the finest food and drinks for your highness, along with warm clothes and rooms for your stay here." He then turned to look at the others, his trademark smile not disappearing from his face.
Durran took his place beside Rysenna, walking on foot. Verys, with his trademark helmet went near Sol, offering his hand. "Allow me to escort you to our keep, my fair lady." Verys said, his voice echoing through his helmet. Feran went to Meera, standing straight. "I will escort you back to the keep, my lady. Please, stand close." Feran said, after taking his place beside Meera.
The whole host started to move, their feet sounding off like a war march. So many people were never seen before in Storm's End, so the people started to gather around to look at everybody. The main focus were the people that were too odd to be Baratheons. The other was the Red Priest. After a while, Durran looked up at Rysenna. "We are sorry we could not stop the rain. We could've chosen any other day to invite you. But you must believe me your highness, a conflict is on the rise. And our people need eachother to get an advantage over the others." Durran said, clearing his throat. His white hair was getting wet, but not one fell on his face.