Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 77 - Knowing King's Landing.

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Third Person POV.
Westeros.

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King's Landing had its usual chaotic atmosphere as the guards at the gate watched people entering and leaving the city.

"Hey, you! What are you doing? Step back!"

A guard, like all the others, wore red clothing, marking him as one of the Lannister men.

"But sir, I am waiting in line..." an elderly woman said as she stood at the front of the queue.

"And I don't care!" the man immediately exclaimed. He didn't even bother to check if she was actually at the front or not; he simply didn't like the fact that she was slightly out of place. Scowling at her, he pushed her aside. With an important noble approaching, they had to clear the way and not have any dead weight blocking the path.

The woman groaned as she hit the ground, but the man didn't seem to care.

"Get out of the way immediately to make room for others to pass! A cart is coming this way, and I won't even care if you get crushed under it," he growled at the old woman, who was still trying to understand what had just happened while struggling to breathe after hitting her back.

"Hey, you should be more careful. If you wanted her to move, you didn't have to push her."

The guard almost jumped at the voice beside him.

"You!"

He immediately noticed a hooded man standing there. He hadn't even realized how the man had gotten so close—he could have sworn there was no one else nearby. None of the other guards or people in the queue had noticed him either; they were either looking at the old woman or simply surprised to see him suddenly beside the guard.

"Calm down. I believe this could grant passage for me and this woman without further questions, correct?" the man said, looking directly at him.

The guard didn't like that look—it sent a shiver down his spine. But when he felt two copper stags slip into his hand, he had no more objections.

"Yes... That is enough for you to pass," he said simply, seeing that he would profit from this and not caring about who the hooded man was as long as he got paid.

With that, Jon picked up the elderly woman, pulling her toward him. She was surprised, as she could barely walk after falling like that.

"Just stay quiet. We'll be through the gate soon," Jon said.

The woman simply let herself be carried as they entered the streets of the city.

"Clear the way! Clear the way! The Blackwell house entourage is arriving, make way!"

The guards on the walls began shouting as other guards on the ground became even more aggressive, shoving people out of the path. Jon, still carrying the old woman, stepped aside to let the group pass.

"Pride and Purpose!" the men carrying the house banners exclaimed loudly.

"Pride and Purpose!"

"Pride and Purpose!"

Shortly after, the closed carriages passed through as everyone made way for them. More guards, bearing the house's banners, followed closely behind, securing the convoy while the crowd continued to chant their rather ridiculous motto.

"These pompous nobles..." Jon commented, almost laughing at the scene.

"My lord..." the elderly woman finally spoke, looking at Jon with curiosity as he lost sight of the banners inside the city.