Gwayne hummed as he dismounted his horse in the courtyard of the Red Keep, a small grin forming on his lips as one of his Targaryen-blooded neice's/nephew's was quick to make their way to greet him.

Gwayne pulled off his riding gloves, the embroidery on his green doublet seeming to glitter under the sun. Gwayne's voice was amused as he called out to his neice/nephew.

"There you are. I was suprised you hadn't jumped me the moment I stepped foot into Kingslanding!"

Gwayne chuckled, having recalled the last time he visited Kingslanding, his neice/nephew nearly knocked him from his horse from excitement that time.