A Throne of Games

[drack]

It was an odd little item. At first it might appear a simple oval encrusted chair made of good oak with splashes of gold, but it really was much more then that. As it happened the "throne" was a puzzle box of sorts. One she had worked on for years after her father had bought it. She had thought an example should be made of the craftsmen. Making light of such a serious topic, a thing that would define if his goods sold, if he himself were hung, or his his whole family would be disemboweled by bandits. Her father however, had laughed openly at the notion, purchasing it immediately for more then the man had asked. He had recently gifted it to her as an inside joke about the politics of king's landing.

Silently she examined the chair before summoning her honor guard. It was about time to meet this king to be, to see what sort of reign they may be facing.

Untiringly she climbed the stair to the tower of the hand, two guards ahead of her and six behind. Pausing a moment before the door she allowed for the guards to properly announce her.