Post by Jon Blackfort on Jun 4, 2016 2:36:15 GMT
He saw the lights of King’s Landing before he heard it, but it didn’t take long. The city was alive and loud, the great sigh of relief that so often surges after the end of a long war. On this night the harbour appeared as though it could have been Pentos, or Tyrosh, crawling with foreign merchants as it was. They hawked their wares all along the docks, and in a city just free from siege it was easy pickings for these opportunistic traders.
Jon had arrived aboard the White Whale, a Braavosi merchantship stocked full of wine, spirits, and other illicit substances. They slipped in to port and he paid the ships’s captain, a fat Tyroshi with golden hoops pierced through his ears. The man asked no questions and accepted the coin with only a toothy grin. Jon stepped off the boat and looked up to the Red Keep. Music fell down from the great bastion and drifted over the rest of the city. The grand wedding of Lord Blackfort.
He sighed to himself. It had been over twenty years since he had last laid eyes upon another Blackfort and he knew not what to expect. He hoped that their recent elevation had made true lords of the Knights of the Black Gate and that they would handle themselves with more honour than he remembered from his Harroway days. Jon Blackfort readjusted his coat and made for the Red Keep.
Jon had arrived aboard the White Whale, a Braavosi merchantship stocked full of wine, spirits, and other illicit substances. They slipped in to port and he paid the ships’s captain, a fat Tyroshi with golden hoops pierced through his ears. The man asked no questions and accepted the coin with only a toothy grin. Jon stepped off the boat and looked up to the Red Keep. Music fell down from the great bastion and drifted over the rest of the city. The grand wedding of Lord Blackfort.
He sighed to himself. It had been over twenty years since he had last laid eyes upon another Blackfort and he knew not what to expect. He hoped that their recent elevation had made true lords of the Knights of the Black Gate and that they would handle themselves with more honour than he remembered from his Harroway days. Jon Blackfort readjusted his coat and made for the Red Keep.
