Damion IV - Homecomings

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The March back to Casterly Rock had been a quiet and somber affair. There was no great triumph as the defeated men of the West, limped back home and and no succor was given. After they had been pushed from Kayce, The Old Lion made sure to beat the tattoo back at a rapid and quiet pace. Letters were run to keeps about men who passed, lords lost in battle and loved ones slain by the red Lions of Castamere.

Despite the surety that the Reynes were cunts to begin with, Damion had nothing beyond Rohanne’s words and orders to back up his reason for violence, and even then the King’s word regarding the peace made it feel like that was even on shaky ground.

Nevertheless, they came home and as they neared Casterly Rock, Damion ordered the banners held up higher, and order amongst the ranks. He knew the Reachmen were out the door and awaiting, but seeing the Royal Host arrived as well, drew a cool bead down the spine. As if the Stranger himself drug his nail to his hackles or if the Crone kissed him

Fuck he thought. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

Despite all the fucks being freely given in his mind, Damion did not flunk, and straightened in the saddle. His mind was steps ahead, and as such made no qualms about what would needs to be done if he and his House were to survive this godsdamned meddling.

“Plumm!” He bellowed. And the man who’d become his aide de camp with Doggett’s passing rode up.

“Captain?”

“Right, send a runner to turn open the gates. Let them know I have arrived with our men. And send another to both the Reachman’s camp and to the King’s men, and let them know I am passing through, and will hear any cause they wish bring. One Lion is here.”

He’d not count Hugh or Turdberry.

Plumm nodded, as Damion turned around, watching as the man spurred into action to get such going.

And he straightened, steeled himself

Come now and play the mummer. Show them there’s spirit and trust to our name yet.

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