A Storm of Swords – The Procession

A Storm of Swords – The Procession

Sansa watches Joffrey and Margaery’s procession to the Red Keep.

This one was tricky having at least three things going on in one paragraph!

Even when I only used one bit of it, I found myself overthinking this. I spent far too much time wondering how they got to the Red Keep. Since they start at the King’s Gate, the easiest way would be for them to go straight up River Row. However, this is all about pomp, so I’m sure they’d want to show off as much as possible. For example, the best route from a propaganda standpoint would be going past TheĀ Great Sept of Baelor and then taking a right on the unnamed main street that starts at the Gold Gate and goes through Cobbler’s Square on the way to the Red Keep’s main entrance. The problem with this is according to the official map, the streets around the King’s Gate are a bit of a mess before they get to the Street of Steel.

But this is the kind of minutiae that is pointless to obsess about, much. After all, it’s not in the picture.

Other than that I thought this one turned out pretty well as far as my crowd scenes go. The only problem with it is the Tyrel wheelhouse blends in with the buildings.

asoiaf a song of ice and fire illustration king's landing procession knights horses crowds street wheelhouse Joffrey Baratheon Margaery Tyrell pen and ink
Sansa had watched from the castle walls as Margaery Tyrell and her escort made their way up Aegon’s High Hill. Joffrey had met his new bride-to-be at the King’s Gate to welcome her to the city, and they rode side by side through cheering crowds, Joff glittering in gilded armor and the Tyrell girl splendid in green with a cloak of autumn flowers blowing from her shoulders. She was sixteen, brown-haired and brown-eyed, slender and beautiful. The people called out her name as she passed, held up their children for her blessing, and scattered flowers under the hooves of her horse. Her mother and grandmother followed close behind, riding in a tall wheelhouse whose sides were carved into the shape of a hundred twining roses, every one gilded and shining. The smallfolk cheered them as well.
Sansa pg 75