Arrive at Storm's End

Once the carriage has entered the formidable front gates of the castle, it continues for a few moments down a pathway to the main tower, the seat of power of House Baratheon. As it stops in front of that entrance, you step out of the carriage, wiping off any sweat and drool from your face.

You look ahead to see the lords in the carriage ahead of yours already waiting in front of the doors of the tall tower. You fall in behind them, though staying back by about twenty feet.

Then, the grand doors open wide, with a sudden rush of warmth from the interior of the castle. It's hard for you to tell exactly what is going on, but you hear the men talking, along with the voice of a young woman cutting through occasionally.

After a few minutes of their animated discussion, you just awkwardly standing back and to the side, they finally enter the tower, allowing you to see the woman they were talking to. At first, you are struck by the dichotomy of her face, the left half was stony grey, though partially obscured by long brown hair. The other half was attractive in a stern, sort of of mousy way. Tall and thin, when she looked at you she gave a smile that lit up her whole face, both halves - stone and flesh.

You quickly walk over, noticing her light grey gown with a flaming stag embroidered over her right breast. Looking back to her face, you place her age to be anywhere from twenty to thirty.

"Greetings," she say, with a calm voice, "I am Lady Shireen of Dragonstone, and might I inquire as to who you are?"

"My name is John, my lady," you reply, quickly curtsying, "I have been sent by the Queen Margaery to serve as the royal envoy to Storm's End."

"Ah, of course. We had received a raven you would be arriving. Well, if you would be so kind as to follow me, I can show you to the court and introduce you to my cousin."

"Your cousin?"

"The Lady Myrcella, of course."