Florian

"Move, move up…" Florian ordered, he had been ordered by Lord Renly to command his Kingswood Archers, being from the Reach he was more used to using a sword and shield, all the same, he found that he had skill with the longbow. It would have been folly to get anyone shorter to use one but Florian was quite tall for his young age of 14. He had been a squire for 3 years, first to a Westerlander Hedge Knight but after he had been killed in a large melee. Florian had been chosen personally by the Warden of the North… Lord Eddard Stark.

The teenager quickly crept along the curtain wall with the 20 archers he commanded. He saw Lord Renly and Lord Stark enter the Royal Apartments… From this point on, it was down to them. 'Although...' Thought Florian, 'There's glory enough to go around...' He looked down at his attire and arms. He was wearing a Padded, Leather, Hauberk and carried a common Arming Sword. His men were outfitted similarly. Thinking to himself for a moment yet again he came upon a decision.

"With me!" he said, perhaps a little too loud, as he begun to descend a set of stone stairs. His men followed him all the way to the corridor of the royal apartments. "Should we be doing this, ser?" Asked a man at the back of the group, "Yes!" Florian quickly snapped back, not wanting to jeopardize his chance of glory.

The Archers continued to walk down the hallway until they ran into a group of Goldcloaks, the City Watchmen quickly turned, pointing their pikes at the Stormlanders. "No, no!" Cried Florian, panicking, "Were friends!" The Goldcloacks turned back upon hearing the, worryingly calm, voice of Lord Petyr Baelish ordering them off of the small party. He led his men with great skill, directing them to positions and stealthily silencing the Queen's Guards, posted outside her chambers.

Lord Baelish drew his heavily decorated Longsword and in a show of unnantural strength for the puny man, kicked the door right down. He rushed in, along with the Goldcloaks to find no sign of the Queen Regent. The Goldcloaks started to search the great Bedchamber for the woman…

One of them found her… Hidden in a wardrobe, she clambered out quickly and stabbed the poor man several times with a gilded dagger, by the look of it, Valyrian Steel. "Guards, Guards!" She called before a Kingswood Archer gagged her from behind with a scarf he found nearby.

As if by magic, a horde of red and black Armoured Soldiers charged down the hallway brandishing Arming Swords and Maces. The Goldcloaks turned on them, stabbing their opponents from a distance with ther pikes and halberds. Florian's Archers loosed a single arrow before the enemy was upon them.

The Goldcloaks seemed to be wavering but Lord Baelish fought well, with Longsword in hand he dispatched each soldier with skill and speed. Florian stood, mouth agape at the incredible swordplay… "But… Bu- But how!?" He asked, still impressed at the skill of the Master of Coin.

"I was fostered at the Eyrie, you fool!" Baelish chuckled, "I was taught swordplay by Brynden Tully and Yohn Royce!" It made sense, Brynden Tully was a knight of the Gate and Yohn Royce was perhaps the greatest fighter in the Vale… Just as Florian was coming to terms with Lord Baelish's sudden skill, a mighty War Cry was coming closer and closer, the archers and Goldcloaks turned just in time to meet the Kingsguard...