The city remained in shock. The wedding had taken a horrible, tragic turn. The King had choked on his pigeon pie, and died gruesomely in the midst of his own feast. Rumors had even begun circulating that true cause of death had been poison. The Queen Regent certainly believed as much. Her brother, the King’s own Uncle, had been charged with the crime. A trial was to be held, but it appeared that the Gold Cloaks were taking no chances. Paranoia was palpable. Travelers were being accosted, goods confiscated and accusations laid.
Immediately following the King’s death, Cersei Lannister ordered the ballroom sealed. Uneasy moments followed for all who had at one point or another crossed the King’s ire. As it turned out, that was a majority of the guests. The Iron Throne was intent on uncovering the plot, and who was involved in the scheme. The rumor was that it was a Northern plot, and that Lady Sansa Lannister (formerly Stark) was undoubtedly Tyrion’s primary accomplice. Worse, it was said that an important Northern prisoner had escaped the capital, and was in the company of a minor Dornish house headed for the safety of the Red Mountains.
It took some time for the Gold Cloaks to restore order, and the Oakdown guests began to hear the rumblings regarding the escaped prisoner- undoubtedly Lord Devon Dent. Adrian Connington had suffered this sort of panic and paranoia twenty years before, and heard stories of the devastation that followed for his family in particular. He wasted no time, spiriting Elyana Oakdown to safety the moment the King began choking. He exchanged a knowing glance with Desmond Sand, who nodded in return. Whatever else might happen to the remaining members of House Oakdown, Elyana would be safe. Desmond grumbled at his other cousin’s fate. The so-called Ser Cransen Yronwood displayed all the qualities of what was wrong with knighthood. He was pompous enough, to be sure. But he lacked any real prowess. He watched dumbfounded as the chaos unfolded around him. Desmond and Andros both knew they should leave the capital, and quickly. With Charlotte already gone, and Elyana on her way, that left the family rivals with only two other family members to attend to. Daera would find little security with Ser Cransen it seemed, and Ser Quinn immediately found his way to his brother’s side. It was time to act. If the rumor of Devon’s escape was circulating this quickly, it may already be too late.
The question on both of their minds was clear. How had they been discovered? The prisoner who was standing in for Devon on his way to Frey and the Crossing would likely not have arrived. Only Walder Frey himself was likely to determine the ruse, if anyone would. The resemblance had been uncanny, but all knew that was the only risk. They all believed they would have time to leave the capital before anything could have been discovered. Now, it may be too late.