The ride seemed like it lasted forever, and now this interruption gave most of the lords a moody disposition. His armor was cleaned and glistening slightly as his purple cape, embroidered with the bells of Belmore flew in the wind behind him.

Arthur rode quietly thinking to himself about what his purpose was, at least at Strongsong. Still unwed, and being the only son of his lord father, he needed to wed. Arthur picked up his pace to ride beside his cousin, Lord Robin, defender of the Vale.

"Lord Arryn." Arthur spoke when he met the lord's pace. "I've been thinking and spoke with my father, I would like to suggest myself staying in King's Landing after King Viserys' nameday. Possibly to strengthen relations between the Vale and the crown. Not too long of course, just a few moons." He concluded looking at his liege lord, who was obviously worried about missing the start of the nameday events.