<div class="floatleft">(http://media.screened.com/uploads/0/5170/610205-jaime_lannister_01_large.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lorenso Florencia<br/><strong>Role:</strong>First Sword<br/><strong>Location: </strong>His solar > Courtyard > Throne Room<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong>Lenally. Kiara. Queen Thieri.<br/><br/>Lorenso had reached the capital in the dead of night the previous evening, stripping off his clothes and collapsing into bed. He had had a hard ride, but was desperate to reach the castle before the Aserits had arrived. He still threated this peace meeting was some kind of trap, and wanted to be at his King and Queen's side should they need him. He fell into a deep sleep almost the moment his body hit the pillows, his trusted bodyguard, and lover asleep beside him.<br/><br/>He rolled out of bed in the early morning with a groan, ordering the servants to run him a heated bath as he groggily opened his wardrobe. He pulled out the bright cream surcoat which ran down to his thighs, along with the matching breeches and a pair of confortable boots. It had been so long since he had worn truly clean garments it brought a smile to his face, as his hand busily brushed the dust from them. He laid the clothes out over a chair by the balcony, pouring himself a small glass of wine to start the day. He sipped it slowly, savouring the explosion of tastes on his tongue.<em>How I've missed this place.</em>He mused.<br/><br/>The servants called for him once the water was heated sufficiently, and Lorenso smiled to sword-maiden.<strong>"Lenally. Care to join me?"</strong>He saw the beautiful figure emerge and follow him into the bathroom, as he slid himself down slowly into the steamy, perfumed waters. He sighed contently, closing his eyes, and for a moment all his troubles faded away. He had been hunting Aserit caravan raiders for 5 months now. I had been dirty, relentless work, and it was so nice to feel clean again. He could feel his muscles tingle as the water massaged the aches of war from his frame. He had the body of a man half his age, and he knew he had enticed more than a few maidens into his bed using it.<br/><br/>he dived his golden curls into the water, letting the waters clean them back to their original colour, rising back up to the surface a man most would recognise much more closely as the striking warrior Theirians always boasted of. He smiled to Lenally, the weight of the world lifted from him seemed to turn back the clock on his face by 5 years.<strong>"It's good to be home, Isn't it."</strong>While he knew this wasn't her home, he hoped she'd understand the sentiment, as he lent forward, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.<strong>You'll do me proud today Lenally. You always do. Remember...If anything is to happen. The King and Queen are your first priority."</strong>He gave her a cocky grin that he had worn now for 30 years, the same grin of an green, impetuous knight. It had been yet to be wiped from his face.<strong>"I can handle myself."</strong><br/><br/>After the relaxing bath Lorenso finally slid out of the cooling waters, wrapping himself in a robe, and taking a razor from one of the castle servants. He set to work shaving of that blasted beard that had grown over the last 3 weeks. He had been hunting a band without stop since then, finally cornering and executing everyone one of the bastards. It had left him no time to make himself presentable. Once the lasts of the hair had been removed from his face he did truely look a new man, and stepped back into his bedroom, donning the clothes he had chosen, along with a squirt of manly perfume all nobles wore to events. He went to the sword cabinet, reaching for his dulled dueling blade, something he carried around the castle, then stopped, instead picking up his heavier combat rapier, strapping it back to his belt. He was not going to be caught off guard today.<br/><br/>The last thing to be attached to his body was a red clock, festooned with the livery of his house, a golden stallion, representing the lucrative travelling traders who formed his house so long ago. His cape was clasped to his surcoat with a pin in the shape of a sword, surrounded by a burning sun, the symbol that marked him as the first sword. He had held the position for one of the longest stretches in centuries, a mark he was proud of.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://awoiaf.westeros.org/images/thumb/1/1e/Jaime_Lannister.jpg/300px-Jaime_Lannister.jpg)</div>He checked himself over once more in the mirror, before emerging from his solar and descending towards the throne room. His quaters were the closest of any nobles to the royal families, and he saw a dart of movement running in the opposite direction down the hallway. He knew who it was, he didn't even need to check.<strong>Kiara! If your not ready for the Aserits your darling mother will have you hung drawn and quartered!</strong>He called out to her playfully.<strong> And I don't want to have to persuade her otherwise! </strong>She was a strange girl that Kiara... She always had been since her...Incident. Part of Lorenso felt bad for her, and responsible. Maybe if he hadn't been on the campaign trail he might have found her. But still, he recognised he was only one man.<br/><br/>He didn't stop to converse with her, knowing she could not afford to be any later, and he had many things left to do. As he stepped out into the courtyard were assembled eighty of his finest spearmen. They all wore ornate, red armour, emblazoned with the same golden stallion on their chest. These were men he could trust. He stepped through the ranks and called out to them.<strong>"Form up behind me! Ranks of five and sixteen!</strong>He stepped across the courtyard as they filled in behind him, keeping pace, ranked five across and sixteen deep. As much as he was sure the Royal Guards would be sufficiently skilled, it was prudent to have a van of his own men with him. He set off for the throne room, ready to meet the Queen.<br/><br/>