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Daemon II had Overestimated just how much The City Guards Loyalty to him was and was forced to abandon Myrcella and Barely escaped with his life. With No Baratheon Hostage he fled, but his Ship was ordered to Leave if the Alarm sounded before he Returned, so he rode his Horse hard along the Kings Road, he wanted to make it to Dorne as quickly as possible, with any Luck he'd have Passage across Narrow Sea to Pentos already secured. If not he'd be forced to Stowaway, or Something Worse.

As he crossed the Reach's shared Border with the Stormlands he found a form of an Escort waiting for him, he recognised some of them, The Infamously Prickly Queen of Thorns, Lady Olenna Tyrell, Her son, Mace Tyrell, and her 3 of her four Grandchildren Garlan, Willas and Loras. He cautiously Approached keeping his right hand on his Left-side Sword, the Legendary Blackfyre. He came in front of the Tyrell Honor Guard, and gave them a Cautiously Stern Warning in the form of a simple Look. ''Are you here for Blood?'' Asks Daemon II not removing his Hand from his Swords Hilt. ''No My King, we are here to Swear Fealty.'' Says Mace, but Daemon II still wasn't Sure.

Bringing an Honor Guard of Knights and Sworn Swords was one thing, But a Full Compliment of Archers and Mounted Knights and Heavy Cav? That was overkill! ''Archers? Cav? Mounted Swords? Seems a bit too much, even by my families standards, what is it you truly want?'' Asks Daemon II as he draws Blackfyre, and The Tyrell Soldiers do the Same.