And war seethed in the land, and war seethed past the spear while the city loaded up with frantic men.

Little wonder that they needed to hold Joff's competition behind the thick stone walls of the Red Keep. "Will the sovereign join in, do you think?" Sansa generally felt more secure when Cersei was there to control her child. "I dread not, my lady. The committee is meeting for some dire business. " SerArys dropped his voice. "Ruler Tywin has gone to ground at Harrenhalrather than carrying his military to the city as the sovereign instructed. Her Elegance is enraged. " He fell silent as a section of Lannister patrols walked past,in ruby shrouds and lion-peaked steerages. However, he was enamored with tattle, just when he was sure that nobody was tuning in. The craftsmen had raised a display and records in the external bailey. It was a fortunate thing without a doubt, and the small crowd that had assembled to watch filled, be that as it may, a portion of the seats. The majority of the observers were patrols in the City Watch's gold shrouds or House Lannister's ruby; of masters and women. There were still a small group of people who remained at court. Dim confrontedMaster Gyles Rosby was hacking into a square of pink silk. Woman Tanda was orchestrated by her daughters, the peaceful dull Lollys and the corrosive-tongued Falyse. Ebon-cleaned WomanErmesande was an outcast who had no other shelter. She was situated on her wet medical caretaker's lap. The discussion was that she would before long be married to one of the sovereign's cousins, so the Lannisters could guarantee her properties. The ruler was concealed underneath a ruby covering, one leg tossed carelessly over the cut wooden arm of his seat. Princess Myrcella and Sovereign Tommen sat behind him. Toward the rear of the imperial box, SandorClegane remained at watch, his hands laying on his swordbelt. The Kingsguard's white shroud was draped over his broad shoulders and fastened with a jeweled ornament, the blanketed fabric looking out of place against his brown roughspun tunic and studded cowhide jerkin. "Woman Sansa," theDog reported tersely when he saw her. His voice was as harsh as the sound of a saw on wood all around. The consumption scars all over and his throat made one side of his mouth jerk when he talked. Sansa gestured a timid hello at Princess Myrcella's name,yet full little ruler Tommen hopped up anxiously. "Sansa, did you hear? I'm going to ride in the competition today. "My mother said I could." Tommen embodied all of them.