Benjen I
If he had thought the long hours on the ship horrible, then the heat of the eastern continent was Hell itself. He was dressed as loosely, as possible, yet sweat was pouring down his back.
'Is this what Ned felt like in Dorne?'
At least he had a clear destination in mind. The captain of the merchant ship he'd taken had been nice enough to help him out.
Now, his eyes roamed the busy streets of Myr, looking for the mansion. He'd been told, that the captain of the Wild Wolves had property here and even if he was busy, someone there would be able to help him.
Once he found it, he knocked and waited. A few minutes later a pretty lady opened the door. She had the fair hair of the scions of Valyria and the steely, gray eyes of Starks.
"Greetings, traveller. My name is Serena Greystark. How may I help you?"
Benjen nodded in greeting. "Good day, My Lady. I'm Benjen Stark of Winterfell and I'm looking for Rodrick Greystark. I have an offer for him, from the Lord Paramount."
Serena raised an eyebrow in interest, before opening the door wider. "Come in." then she turned away from him, shouting into the house. "Farher, we have a visitor from Westeros!"
Benjen heard footsteps and soon, a rally, broad-shouldered man stood in front of him. He looked like a true Stark with his short,d brown hair and grey eyes.
"Welcome, traveller. What brings you to my doorstep?"
"Greetings, Rodrick. I'm Benjen Stark, brother of the Lord of Winterfell and we have an offer for you, which would include coming home."
Rodrick looked intriguted. "Come and eat with us. You can share the offer over a good wine."
Jaime I
The way his sister arrived in King's Landing was a victory march.
Actually, marrying Robert was a sort-of-victory for her. (Even if she despised Robert with every fibre of her body.)
She'd always wanted to be Queen and her dream had been shattered, when Rhaegar and Aerys both denied the mirrage their farher had offered the Crown.
The ceremony was also extravagant, showing the people just how wealthy House Lannister was.
But Jaime himself could not share his sister's happiness. The memory of the bodies in front of the Throne, still haunted him- the way they had been wrapped in Lannister red, to hide all the blood.
He still remembered the days, when he'd been assigned, as Princess Rhaenys' guard- Aerys had probably wanted to slight him, but he didn't care. He enjoyed the little girl's childlish innocence and inteligence, not yet tainted by the schemes of court.
And little Aegon... Barely a year old, never having the chance to live.
He'd never forgive his farher, for what he'd done and he won't ever forget how Robert used the bodies, as stepstones towards the throne.
'Barsh, foolish bastard. No wonder Lyanna Stark went with the Prince instead. But you'll never see it- that She hated you, as much, as Cersei does. Good luck at surviving her schemes, Baratheon, because I surely won't save you.'
With a disgusted frown on his face, he turned away.