King's Landing 298, a month after the Wedding in Winterfell

The ships from White Harbor arrived in a Capitol that was brimming with excitement and fear at the same time. A huge mass of Kingslanders were standing in the Harbor to see King Robert Baratheon coming back and to find out who was accompanying him and who not.

The people of the City knew through the servants of the Red Keep of the Letter that was sent from Winterfell, telling about the treason of the Queen and her brother, their death and about how 'Prince' Joffrey killed his younger innocent siblings. The letter also included the news that Joffrey and his direct living Lannister relatives, Lord Tywin and Tyrion Lannister were all three kept imprisoned in Winterfell on command of the King. The population of the Capitol was excited about all that and while the servants that told the news seemed quite sad about the little Myrcella and Tommen that were murdered by their brother, the normal smallfolk of King's Landing didn't feel sentimental. Fewer Lannisters alive sounded good to them. The people of the City lost many a people, many a family and a lot of children during the Sack of King's Landing in 283 AC, done by the Lannister Army, they all felt rather unforgiving about all that and were enjoying the thought of fewer Lannisters in the World,wether it be adults or children.

This was the general mood in the population that were waiting for their King to arrive. And arrive he did, ten ships from White Harbor, two of them filled with Southern Lords and Ladies and Courtiers and Servants and Soldiers and a newly widowed King. Eight ships full of Northmen and one of these Northmen was the new Hand of the King.

Eddard Stark, the Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. The Thrice widowed Wolf, as some of the left-at-home Ladies whispered, the Wolfdick as most of the Whores laughed. A man that sired only triplets, the men in the Streets were saying with wonder and envy in their voices. Some remembered that he had a single Bastard son though but an old Septon was reminding people that blessings of the Mother would make sure that a men would not have as many Bastards as Trueborns.

An older merchant had reminded in his answer, that the Lord Eddard was a follower of the Old Gods and that Lady Ashara surely killed herself because she lost the other two babes of the triplets she had born to Lord Eddard. Many were speculating then. This was the mood of the people standing in the Harbor, waiting for their King to step off the Ship.

When the ships finally all had arrived in the Harbor and were anchoring, the population gave cheers and the cheering grew louder when the King and Lord Eddard stepped onto the Harbor's stonefloor.

Robert Baratheon was not a man that could be overlooked in even the most tumultuous situations, so in this situation if jubilation and with everybody looking at him, he stood out from most of the surrounding men in the Harbor even more and he clearly enjoyed the cheering of the people.

Lord Eddard Stark though, he looked as if he would enjoy it more to be welcomed in a quieter way.

The accompanying Southern nobles and commons were not really interesting for the population, they were known more or less but all the Northerners that came with their Highest Lord, they were of utmost interest to the Kingslanders. Northern merchants were known well enough, merchants and seamen from all the lands of Westerns, North to South, from many lands of Essos, Ibben to Volantis, Bravoos and the other Free Cities, even merchants of the Summer Islands were not that uncommon to astound the Kingslanders.

Here though, the Warriors of the North arrived and those were seen last in Robert's Rebellion and even then they only looked like other soldiers in a war, maybe some a bit bigger. Now the Lords and quite a few Ladys arrived that looked to the followers of the Seven like the Old God believers were making a statement.

Eight ships full with a lot of the Senior Lords and Ladys of the North, clad in leather and carrying huge swords and maces and Warhammers. Shields with Direwolves and Giants and Axes and Iron Fists and Bears and other unknown sigils were carried by most of the men and even some of the women. And the women looked as austere as the men, all standing tall and hard in front of the gawking Kingslanders. Leather and wool were what the clothing of these Northerners were made of, no Lady was wearing Silk or Myrish Lace and no Lord golden and silvern shining Armor. Copper and bronze and iron bangles seemed to be the jewelry of choice for these unknown Nobles, and some Ladys might even be wearing necklaces of these materials or raw Stones but no one of them were glowing and sparkling from Gold and Gemstones like the Lannisters ever did.

This was what the Common people of Kings Landing thought to themselves. The Septons and Septas looked to the runes, the old heretic script on the bangles and the holy women and men of the Sevens shivered. These all were people of the Hand of the King, how much influence would they be showing now, how much would they try to bring forward their old tree gods in this City of the most blessed Sept?

Septons would send letters to all important and truebelieving Houses and beg for help to repel these heretics from the City of the High Septon.

Robert Baratheon didn't care about what anyone was thinking, he had his best friend by his side, who was even doing all his work for him, he had many new drinking Companions by his side and the Northern Lords were good mates and not some holier-than-thou fucks.

Eddard Starks headache turned permanent as soon as he arrived in the cesspool of the Capitol and learned about how much work there was waiting for him. He closed his eyes and remembered longingly his well-run Winterfell. The Lords and Ladys of the North that had come with him to the South, were after just a few days already done with the heat and the behavior of the Southerners.

Most of the Southern Nobles were spendthrifts in Northern eyes, too many even better off Common people were having wrong priorities, the poorest of the smallfolk was living in Conditions that could turn any day to huge centres of epidemics and the King himself, even though he was a jolly fellow, was a horrible useless Ruler in the eyes of every Northern Lord and Lady in King's Landing.

Surely a lot of the problems had been brought by the influence of the Lions and with the Queen Cersei now gone and her father secured in Winterfell, surely a lot would change but there was so much corruption in the City of King's Landing, that the Northerners all remembered longingly their more simple life at home, like their Lord Warden did.

The most annoying thing of all, for even the most patient Lady Leona Manderly, was the absolute manic distrust of the more iratic followers of the Seven. The Manderlys themselves were following the Seven but Lady Manderly herself was seen as intruder when she was praying in the Sept of Baelor on her third day in King's Landing. The Septas followed her every step, as if she would try to destroy the holy Sept through her simple northern presence.

The first week in King's Landing, full of irritation and distrust on all sides, was barely over when a Raven arrived from Winterfell. Robb Stark, acting Lord of the North wrote his father that the Lannisters of Casterly Rock had offered Two Million Golddragons as Ransom for Lord Tywin Lannister and hundred thousand for Tyrion.