Lord Jon Arryn

The realm was at peace now, though Jon knew that things were soon to grow worse, and he looked forward to it, he looked forward to the thrill that came from such a thing. Robert was dead and though he mourned for his foster-son, he did not much care about the legacy he had left behind. A host of reforms that had created something that Jon knew that no sane man could manage. Robert had held the realm together through sheer force of will, but whether his son would be able to handle everything, Jon did not know. The boy was capable that much was true, but he was not Robert, nor was he Maegor.

The small council had been summoned by the King, and so Jon was there, hiding the stomach problems that had started affecting him. The King spoke then. "Since my father's death, I have had a look at the accounts, and have seen that there are some errors in the writing. Lord Baelish would care you explain the discrepancies?"

Jon looked at his prodigy, and waited for him to respond. He knew that the boy had been wavering over certain things that Jon long thought they'd dealt with. Eventually, Baelish replied. "I have not seen such discrepancies my King, but I shall be sure to address these issues as soon as I can." Jon nodded his agreement, and the King seemed content with that answer, the fool.

The King then turned to Lord Rely and asked. "With the Florent mainline dead, I wish to address the issue of succession, and I would have your thoughts on the matter."

Lord Renly hesitated and so Jon spoke. "My King, I would advise that the succession be decided through using the ordinance of 200 A.C. that King Daeron signed when he was deciding the Webber succession. This would mean that Ser Axell Florent would get the lands of the Florents and Brightwater Keep. Ser Axell was a man who served loyally under your father and was a good sheriff during his reign."

Stannis as expected spoke up then. "The inheritance under the laws set by King Jaehaerys the Wise, which clearly state that daughters come before uncles. My wife and Lord Tarly's wife are Lord Florent's most clear heirs and therefore we are entitled to the inheritance. With Lord Tarly being the lord resident in the Reach it would make sense for him to get Brightwater Keep, whilst with my connections to the Stormlands, I feel that I would be better suited to getting the Florent lands on the border."

Jon replied. "I can see why would think that, my lord. Yet, the precedent that would be set by that decision could certainly disrupt the balance of power within the realm. How would you handle the affairs of the lands you are given? How are you going to ensure that the people in those lands get fair justice when they are wronged by other tenants in the other lands of the lords of the Reach? You cannot expect the efficiency with which Dragonstone is run, my lord."

Stannis grit his teeth. "My lord hand, you have not thought through the other legal precedents. Should you choose Axell Florent, you would give the man a mandate to achieve other things. Uncles might therefore consider their own rights above those of their nieces and nephews." Jon knew what the threat was there, and he hid his laugh behind his cup of wine, Stannis never was the subtlest of people.

The King spoke then. "Uncle, I understand your concern, and I have spoken with the maesters of the citadel, and with Grand Maester Pycelle, and it has been decided that as of this council today, the Ordinance shall be passed granting Ser Axell Florent the lands and titles associated with Brightwater Keep, whilst yourself and Lord Tarly shall receive two hundred thousand dragons each in compensation from Ser Axell."

Very cleverly played, Sire. Jon thought of his namesake, the King had set Stannis up quite nicely there. Ensuring Stannis gave his legal arguments before replacing them with something more sincere and truthful. Stannis gritted his teeth then, bowed his head and said. "If that is your judgement, Sire. I accept."

The King nodded, then said. "Now, as to the coronation, where do we stand on the arrangements."

Jon spoke. "We have enough revenue to ensure that all the guests invited are able to be housed, clothed appropriately and then fed. We have ensured there is security within the throne room and the Great Sept, and we have ensured that there will not be any of the protests that were present during the naming ceremony." Jon shivered for effect, the troubles at the King's naming ceremony had been his doing. "The newly chosen High Septon has agreed to the amendments of the coronation oath that you requested, Sire, and has also brought the holy oil from the Starry Sept, as was done for your father."

"Good, and what of the Braavosi, have they decided on their new Sealord?" the King asked.

The eunuch responded. "Yes, Sire, unfortunately they went with Naharis, and as such, they have started rearming their fleet in contravention of the treaty they signed with His Majesty King Robert. Naharis has begun a policy of armament as well, stating that Westeros's interests are against Braavos. And that Westeros and Volantis are allied together."

Jon snorted. "It seems that Naharis has given way to the typical Braavosi madness." Of course, he would have, Jon hadn't given him the funds so that he could be a smart Sealord. "I believe, Sire, that it would be best to ensure that the royal fleet patrols the seas, alongside the Redwyne fleet." That would keep Stannis away from the court, and from ensure that when the black knight finally came things would be far more interesting.

"I agree." The King replied.

Princess Myrcella Baratheon

Myrcella walked with Robb Stark-the real Robb Stark, not just someone she'd written to, but the actual person- through the hallways of the Red Keep, Ser Arys keeping his distance but still there, a guiding white shadow, that would come to help them if something should arise. Robb and his family had come south to her brother's coronation, as well as to get the marriage done and dusted. Myrcella blinked slightly, and then said. "I trust things have been to your liking so far?"

Robb was tall, with auburn hair, and muscular, she could feel his biceps under her hand. "Things have been very much to my liking, Your Royal Highness, and my family are much obliged for the hospitality you have been showing us."

Myrcella blushed slightly and said. "That was all Jon, I know he was happy that you could all attend. I had been told that there must always be a Stark in Winterfell, but all of your family has come south, if you do not mind me asking, who is it that remains in Winterfell?"

Robb laughed. "Ah yes, my great uncle Brandon who lives in the castle is the resident Stark now, he is somewhat hard of hearing and he grumbled a lot when we told him where we were going."

Myrcella chuckled. "Oh? Why is that?" She had little experience of her own great uncles, they were often only in Casterly Rock and rarely ventured to King's Landing, hells she'd not even met her own sainted grandsire, Lord Tywin though he had supposedly been at her naming day ceremony.

Robb blushed then. "I think it's because he lives a relatively quiet life and only really comes out of his room for meal times and for wine, though now he has to manage the entire castle and also has to handle our Maester, and I think they have never really gotten along."

"What is your maester like?" Myrcella asked, she'd only really had experience with Grand Maester Pycelle in her life and he was old and always smelt funny.

"Luwin's a kind man, he's smart and he knows what he's talking about. He also knows how to back up what he's saying with facts and evidence. Uncle Brandon tends to just want his word respected because he's well the oldest." Robb said laughing as he did so.

"That's quite like what my uncle Stannis is like. He always gives us lectures about things that perhaps he shouldn't, and when we challenge him he always blusters about how he's older than us." Myrcella said.

"Ah." Robb said, they continued walking, they passed by the guards of the gold cloaks and the red cloaks stationed on either side of them, they all bowed their heads as they walked. She could tell Robb wanted to ask her a question by the way his muscles flexed and tensed under her hands, eventually he got round it and asked. "How do you feel about our impending nuptials?" It wasn't the most succinct way to ask, but it was straight at least.

Myrcella thought over the question, then answered. "I am looking forward to it, and you?"

"Me also." Robb replied they walked in silence for a time until they came to her chambers. "I bid you farewell till the evening feast, Princess." Robb replied bowing and kissing her hand, before he turned and walked off. Myrcella opened the door and walked into her room.

She found Jon sat on her bed, reading through some book or the other, he wore a coronet, not the crown, that would wait till his coronation. "What are you doing here?" She demanded.

"Oh, hello brother, how are you? How was your visit to Rosby? Did Lord Rosby spit on you again?" Jon said. "Oh no, he was actually able to keep his food in his mouth this time, thank you for asking." Jon looked up at her and grinned. "How was your day with Robb?"

"Where are Ser Barristan and Ser Jaime?" Myrcella asked diverting the question.

Jon laughed. "They're coming this way now. And nice try. So, how did it go?" Myrcella swatted her brother and sighed.

"It was nice." Myrcella said. "He's very easy to talk to, and he's kind and sweet."

Jon made a gagging sound and when she hit him again, he laughed. "Well, that's good. I knew he'd be good for you. Now, tell me, what else have you learned since he came here?"

Myrcella thought for a moment, she knew roughly what her brother was asking her, but not the entirety of it, so she took a guess. "I know that the Starks are honoured to be invited to the coronation and that Robb is looking forward to our wedding. I know that Lord Eddard and Lord Arryn aren't seeing eye to eye on something and that fact is troubling Robb, and I also know that Lady Sansa is quite smitten with Tommen."

Jon raised an eyebrow. "She is, is she? And how do you know this?"

Myrcella. "Because she told me so. She was interested in getting to know Tommen a bit more and so I told her about his interests and since then they've been nearly inseparable. I think they would make a good marriage, especially as Tommen is Uncle Renly's heir." She knew that last part was an assumption on her part, but it made the most sense. Renly was never going to marry and have children.

Her brother nodded. "This is true. I shall need to consider that for later. Regardless, I shall leave you to your preparations. Enjoy the evening feast." Her brother kissed her on the top of her head as he rose for the door.

"Wait," she said. Jon stopped and looked at her. "You're not going?"

Jon shook his head. "No, I have things I need to do, you and Mother shall act as my representatives." With that her brother opened the door and left. Myrcella wondered what he was doing that was more important than this.