Duncan flexed his fingers as he moved through the crowd, carefully avoiding people as he searched for his squire, Egg, the small boy was mischievious and easily slipped away from him.

One of these days, Duncan swore he would lose Egg forever because the young squire of his was always running off. Duncan groaned in frustration at the thought.

Duncan soon spotted the bald-headed child and let out a sigh of relief, making his approach only to freeze in place as he seen the person the boy was talking to.

Expensive clothing, violet eyes.... that was a damned Targaryen royal. What business did Egg have talking to a Targaryen? So casually aswell! Thats a sure way to get beheaded. (Too bad Duncan was yet to be aware of just who his squire was.)

Duncan clenched his jaw, contemplating on his next move before he exhaled and slowly made his way over, cautiously aswell.