The Kingdom

Under the Lion's gaze

There is nothing like being home, no matter what the state of that being. Perhaps it was the creature comfort, the reassuring feeling your back on your territory where you can hunt and  devour as you please. Yes that must be it, for as soon as Morgan had settled and freshened up he felt himself. An entire month was spent in the North, Winterfell deep in the wolves den; now the positions had switched the wolf stood at the edge of the lion's jaw.

As he stalked the corridors he came across the grim Northern faces, smirking lightly he approached, they stood out like sore thumbs.  Dressed in hard leathers of black and brown, bearded chins and stoney faces. A deep contrast to the colourful silks that many here draped themselves in; the neatly shaved faces and preened hair that the men sported. And the key difference the smiles, the court was decorated in all kinds of smiles: shy bashful smiles from young maidens shopping for husbands, soft and coy smiles, overly large and ready to please grins and smirks  others arrogant but many conveying a silent message ' I know something you don't'.

"Lord Stark" his voice though quite seemed to sound loudly.

Ned Stark met the green eyes of the young prince, giving him a stiff and curt bow, " My Prince how can I help you?" Ever so serious  Morgan thought.

"You seem like a man on route, where to?"

"Just heading to a council meeting my prince, speaking of if you'll excuse me" his body angling towards the other direction.

"Hmm I'll join you"

Pausing for a moment Ned blinked, " Forgive me my prince I said I'm heading to a counci-"

" I heard." A smirk gracing Morgan's lip " Come. We don't want to be late."

The pair along with Ned's  trusted men made their way towards the council floors. Lingering back, Morgan gestured for Ned to enter. Ned Stark entered the small council's chamber where the others are already awaiting him. As he strode forward eyes upon him each calculating and sharpe masked by fake smiles. 

"My Prince, Lord Stark." the eunuch stepped forwards hands hidden in his sleeve. How appropriate Morgan though giving the secrets he hid.

Nodding back face ever stoic Ned greeted, "Lord Varys." 

Morgan threw an offhanded smile as he sat at the head of the table. he sat patiently waiting to see where the man placed himself; power was about position and the old wolf had to take his. Leaning back he focused on the continuing conversation.

"I was grievously sorry to hear of your troubles on the Kingsroad. We are all praying for Prince Joffrey's full recovery." Morgan chuckled softly.

Stark scowled, if possible looking ever more grim, "A shame you didn't say a prayer for the butcher's son. Renly! You're looking well." He turned only then noticing his flowery uncle. The great lord of Storms End, no wonder Stannis felt jilted passed over not only for the younger brother but a sword swallower that would surely fail his duty.  At this point Storms End was under Tyrell control as far as Morgan was concerned.

Painting a large smile Renly approached the table, "And you look tired from the road. I told them this meeting could wait another day, but..." sighing sympathetically. 

"-there is a kingdom to run." Morgan could almost hear the hiss in the snakes words. Petyr Baelish one of the numerous members of court that weaselled their way and ingratiated themselves to higher positions. A man with nothing that suddenly found himself sitting on the king's council. He played the game well for that Morgan could give him his props. "I have hoped we would meet, Petyr Baelish no doubt Catelyn has mentioned me."