Arrive at the Capital

Without Melisandre and Daenerys the ship was a boring affair and you spent your days drinking and sharing bawdy stories with the sailors. One particularly old and decreped old man kept insisting that he had slept with Queen Cersei much to everyone's amusement.

You pulled into port and headed straight to Maegor's holdfast eager to get the hours of meeting members of the court to a minimum. You had never been a huge fan of court interacting with the likes of Varys or Littlefinger was tiresome.

The red brick Keep dominated the landscape and as you grew closer you got a feeling of a little envy that you would never be King of the Seven Kingdoms.

You walked into the Throne room and a bellowing laugh came from the Iron Throne as Robert Baratheon the King marched in your direction.

"Ah Jack my boy, it's so great to see you," The King said embracing you in a firm strong hug.

You took to one knee and bent you head in submission.

"Oh get up, get up, I'll have none of that from you," He said. "My how big you have grown and strong you are, you remind me of well me when I was a young man," He continued gripping his hand around your bicep. "God, I was strong then, Smashing Raegar's chest like it was a walnut shell."

"I wish I had been alive to see that your Grace," You said and you did wish to see Robert in his prime swinging his huge warhammer on the field of battle would have been an incredible sight.

"Jack, you'll have to come with me to the armoury and see if we can find my old hammer," He said

"I'd like that though I'm not the man that you were on the Trident," You said knowing that the King liked to be flattered.

"You're right, now lets go meet the shits that run my kingdoms," he said moving off towards the small council room