Pacing himself for the journey ahead, he slowed before the city gates, his robes still affixed upon his shoulders, and hood concealing his hidden features. He always knew, just by the passerbyers, that people never really understood his situation. Always thinking of him as a lapdog. Always doing as the lord ordered. It can only be expected, he snorted internally at the thought. Why would you not do what your lord asked of you? To defy his will just because? To accomplish nothing but pain? Why?

Jayden never really understood defectors, and or disloyal people in general. He could understand the want to do right by your lord and or mistress. But going against something they explicitly said not to do? Preposterous? It may just be his bias coming to the fore, or some sort of non-understood upbringing. But if he were to ever go against his lord, willingly or not, he would drop to his knees and beg to be slain for his defiance.

Just thinking about it brings unpleasant feelings to mind. Shaking his head. He placed his sack to his side, allowing for it to be easily searched. He skipped the lineup ahead, ignoring the un-welcomed gazes and strided forward. Bowing to the guards of the city entrance, he was just about to enter, when he was stopped. The guards spear blocking his path.

He was about to think this was nothing but a mistake, and be on his way. But then he saw the sigil. And he straightened. His back stiffening in anticipation, and shoulders aligning.

"Come with me would you please, his lordship would like to speak with you.." The guard's gravely voice shifted through the winds. His padded leather clothing covering any would-be exposed skin, with a coppery yellowish helmet blocking his facial features from Jaydens squinting eyes.

Not wanting to insult his lord's personal guardsmen, he followed, nodding his head in acceptance as he replayed the guards' words in his mind.

The path forward was a widening and difficult path to follow if you were new to the streets of Kinglanding. The smell would only dim the experience, as the alleys were filled with bums and peasants of little wealth. Beggars to say it politely. Their stench like that of a horrid cow's feces, mixed with a child's piss. Their clothing barely covering their genitals, practically exposing themselves to the winds.

He could sympathize, really he could, but it just never really bothered him that they were below his station, it somehow made him feel.. Superior. Like they would throw themselves at him, and therefore at his lord, for an ounce of the wealth that he and his lord possess..

Stopping before the doors where the guard gestured, he breathed, calming his racing heart.

He pushed open the doors and… Bowed immediately. Within was a handful of varying people, males and females danced about. Bards sang their tunes, attracting wanton listeners to their stations. The polished wooden floorboards creaked from the misuse, and the heavy footfalls of the people within. The far back of the filled chambers, lay his lord. His Golden lined robes lay resting upon the thrones armrests, blocking its en-scribings from view.

His lord's long matted beard lay tucked beneath his robes neck cuffs, covering his messy coat out of sight. His dark grey eyes lay closed, as he enjoyed the presence of his 'comforters' resting upon his lap. His late wife lay to the side, her dislike of the shameful women who sat on her husband's lap, while she was told to stand, was clear as the night's moon-glow.

She would have taken a seat on her chair that was situated right next to his lordship. but, it seems, the gods do not favour her this day. Another woman, scantily clothed, lay asleep on the wealthily adorned chair. Her face flushed with aftereffects of wine. Somehow not threatened by the putrid stare of his lordship's wife.

"My Lord" He praised.. His voice was worthy of admiration, as it did not skip a beat out of tune. His lordships acts of infidelity completely unfazed Jayden. The call of his title awoke his lord from his trance filled slumber, quickly shooing the scandalous woman away, and beckoning his wife to come take a seat at her rightful place, he welcomed Jayden to his 'temporary' abode.

Sitting upon his chair, situated near the right of his 'wifes' seat, he chuckled. "Jayden, welcome younglad, I was not expecting you for yet another moon."

"I apologize my lord, but I was… Rushed by some unfortunate events that I have come upon while I was headed to storm's end. I believe it is something that you would wish to know about immediately." he replied, voice filled with absolute conviction.

"Hmm, intriguing, tell me. I would love to know." his lord replied. Tone filled with curiosity. Eyes locked on Jaydens figure all the while. His wife lay placid, face indescribable. But, if you knew her, it was probably an attempt at making it seem like everything is okay, That she is in control. That she is allowing her husband to do the things he does. And while she is technically his wife, everyone who has witnessed his lordship's behaviour towards her would recognize that it was entirely political, with no true emotion behind it.

It is part of the reason Jayden dislikes her. She always complains of her husbands 'infidelity' but yet she does nothing to stop it. She has loyal followers. She has money. She could easily 'disperse' of her rivals, or something. Of course, he would never allow harm to come to his lord.

If she even thinks of harming his lordship, she will be praying he, Jayden, will not find out about it. Her corpse would soon find itself dumped far and wide, cut to pieces for her treachery.

Sighing, calming his increasing distress. He answered. "Sir, it may be best if…" he looked towards the full room, filled with possible eavesdroppers. "If we departed to a more .. secluded location."

"Bah , no need. My wife should surely be allowed to hear what you have to say. I obviously do not wish to keep any… secrets…" he jested, his wife's eyes twitching at his reply.

"Of course, my lord." Bowing in acceptance, continued. "Sir, your.." He discreetly looked towards Jacqueline, his lordship's wife. And sighed. "Your Ex-wife, she wa-" A bang interrupted him. His lord's face darkening, his gaze fierce, filled with contempt. Jacqueline jumped in surprise, involuntarily flinching from the sound.

"That bitch.." his lordship muttered. His tone as cold as the shivering sea.

Bowing in apology, "May i continue my lord" he asked. He waited for a reply, when he got none, he continued anyway. "She was found within the shores of maiden beach… and sir, I know I have failed you. I know I promised you they were dead. But.. your child was with her. Smooching practically off her teat. His features, as you may have already known, will surely make it impossible for your.. Your son" he spat. "To ascend."

Standing from his seat, his lordship walked, slowly from his position towards Jayden, his face emotionless, and eyes darkened with..

With..

Disappointment..

Stopping before him, his lord looked jayden up and down, and before jayden knew it. His face was red.

A fingerprint, indented upon his features, pain surged forth, stinging his cheeks.

"Jayden.. I am disappointed in you.. I thought you were better than this.. This, failure in your duties."

He could not help it, he sobbed.

….

Braavos has fallen

beneath the unseen waves

Washed by the tides, to watery graves.

The Great God Kyogre, enraged at the sight, Mortals perished, as the sea took flight.

Flooded by currents, no soul could flee, The god's wrath answered, by the deep blue sea.

In chaos and darkness, the city drowned, In the sea's cold embrace, where silence is found.

The god rejoiced, as the mortals' plight, Became but a whisper in the eternal night.

Good, Right?