The Arrival

Alexandria Andalica

The raven had arrived but ten days earlier, so in haste, Alexandria of the Andals was prepared to recieve a King and his entourage.

Robert Baratheon was not used to travel by ship, he had sworn off such a transport ever since that bleak day at the Shipbreaker Bay. But he had found it preferrable to travel by ship from White Harbor to suffer through the long ride with Cersei's damned monstrosity of a wagon.

The ship docked and they were greeted by the Roman guards, spears glistening in the sun as an arch of spears was formed above them, red shields with the Chi-Rho in white were by the side of each guard, and they wore lamellar armor over a red tunic. They made an impressive sight.

Of course, Robert Baratheon had seen them fight, and he found that sight, of the Roman foot marching in formation with their spears breaking a cavalry charge, or their own cavalry cutting down Ironborn, was something he found more impressive than the little show.

The King walked first, followed by Ser Barristan Selmy and Lord Stark. Behind them walked the Queen, her children, and Ser Jaime Lannister and Sandor Clegane. Behind them went the children of Lord Stark, and then the rest of the entourage.

"Your Grace" The man that uttered these words was of average height, with a clean-shaven face of a colour that seemed almost Dornish, with dark eyes and dark hair that was kept short. He wore a white tunic and a red cloak that was decorated enough. He bowed and then stood up as the King reached him.

It was widely known that, even if the relation between them was not as close as it had been between him and Lord Arryn or as it was with Lord Stark, the King and the Governor of the Provincia Andalica got along well enough.

"Hah! I'll have none of those courtesies, gods know I got enough of them on my way here."

Flavius Constantinus, nodded at that, looking at them. "I will host you, her Grace the Queen, your Children, Lord Stark and his family at my palace, there is enough space for that, I will also find lodgings for the rest of your entourage.."

"Bah! leave the copper counting to the clerks you Romans love so much, I would like to meet your family."

With a slight chuckle, Constantine led the King to a set of horses and a carriage, and the group made its way to a palace, it was not as massive as the keeps of most lords, built in brick and stone with an arched entrance. They dismounted -or left the carriages- as servants brought their things.

"I think we will stay here for a week got to get some of that Wine you Romans make" Stated the King as they walked in. That night there would be a feast.

It was as loud as She had feared. The King had made minstrels come, he was boisterously telling various people about his own exploits during the Rebellion, and Daena Velaryon, wife to the Governor of the Provincia Andalica, had made her way towards their eldest child.

Flavia Valentina stood on a balcony, a slim young woman with large black eyes, long dark hair and olive skin. Daena looked at her and sighed.

"Dear, what do you make of the Prince?" She asked calmly, her own purple eyes focusing on the younger woman who rolled her eyes.

"He is a good actor... but even Father can see that his pleasantries are a mummer's farce. If that's the man that will be Emperor and King, then god save us all"

Daena let out a soft sigh, she could not help but agree.

"We should head back inside, I believe Cornelius' capability to keep your father sane inside there might be coming to an end" She finally added with a slight smirk, Valentina nodded and the two made their way inside.

The scene before them was messy to put the least, in the hall of the palace of the Flavii were not only the King and his entourage, but also a good portion of the mightiest men in Alexandria, heads of the patrician houses and such important figures. Aelius Hostilius, one of the senators, was by now drinking with Baratheon, matching him drink for drink, at least for now.

Elsewhere in the great hall, Flavius Cornelius, who was known as 'Draco' spoke with Lord Stark, his purple eyes appeared darker by the candlelight.

"I still think this was not a good idea" He finally stated.

"She will not continue with us to King's Landing, I think she will be safe with your family..."

"Damn it Stark, you could have warned me and you know that... Very well, but I fully expect to pass by, I suppose she still has absolutely no idea."

The feast finally died down, and as everyone was escorted to their chambers, Cornelius decided that he would rather not remain at Alexandria for the full week of the King's stay.