The cobblestones clicked under black boots as the lady walked down the streets of kings landing, looking nothing like the lady she was. Her tanned leather trousers stretched and squeezed her thighs, the dark leather corset hugging her chest and stomach tight as her white cotton long sleeved shirt blew in the wind. The lady looked all but common with her wild blonde hair and the smell of sweat hanging on her like a fog. Danica did not care to tell them either. She was not one for fancy dresses and balls, neither was she one for catching the eye of knights. She had all the protection she needed in the sword that hung on her waist. Lady Danica Clegane was warrior bred, and she did not need a knighthood to prove it. The Lannisters always called her family as a guard when they journeyed to King's Landing. Though Danica could never complain, she loved the gritty feel of the city and wished she had more chance to explore. Her brothers stood guard now giving her allowance to spread her legs.

She enjoyed watching the people barter and listening to them talk, all different languages and accents. It was always busy here, unlike in the towns near the Clegane holdfast. "Stay out of trouble."

[/i]they had said as if it was her goal in life to cause mayhem. Danica did not go looking for trouble, it just had a way of finding her. The lady scowled, rolling her shoulders back. Her senses had been pricked. Danica felt like she was being followed. She had first noticed it when she had left the Keep. Not looking over her shoulder even for a second she slowed her pace. Her hand dropped to the hilt of her sword. If she was about to be mugged, she was going to be ready. If it was nothing, still there was no problem in being prepared. Taking a deep breath she drew her sword and whirled around in one quick step. "What do you want?" growled past her lips like an angry dog.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

Ser Trystane looked around the Keep. This was his first time here as a knight of the Vale. He had been here a few times as a squire, running around to fetch items for the knight who trained him. He'd learned how to preform small black smithing tasks to help along whenever they couldn't find a blacksmith. Trystane could be quite valuable. But today he donned a simple brown vest and a dark sleeved shirt.

Today was one of the few days he would have in King's Landing, while Lady Gracelin was here to be on the council. Might as well spend it exploring. The thought was not all that foreign to him. His dark brown hair was always kept unruly looking, from him running his fingers through his hair. So much was going on in the market, and he felt as if he could get swallowed up in all the commotion. Before the young knight even knew what was happening a woman had pulled a sword out on him, growling words at him. "Woah there. What do you think you're doing?" a smirk spread across his face. A woman. Pulled a sword on him. "Apparently its true, anything can happen in King's Landing." once again a boyish grin spread across his face.

She did not falter or lower her sword only tightened her grip as she clenched her jaw. Frozen. She had drawn a sword on him and he had the nerve to smirk. At her! Lady Danica Clegane! She practically growled. "I noticed you following me from the Keep." she stated, blowing a wisp of sun bleached hair from her face. "I demand to know why." she stated, taking one graceful step forward. The Lady did not like being followed, what she liked less was the way he was looking at her. So condescending, so smug. She would like to rip that grin right off his face.

"A woman." she cried with a laugh. "Yes, a woman, and one that could behead you without batting an eyelash." she challenged sheathing her sword. "Do you not know who I am?" she challenged raising and eyebrow as she began to circle him like a wolf sizing up her pray. He was not near as big as her brothers, nor as old, nothing about him struck a chord with her. A stranger. Goodie. A smirk crossed her face as she stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. "I am Lady Danica Clegane." she clarified puffing out her chest. "And I have decided not to kill you today." she added nonchallantly.

"I am Lady Danica Clegane. And I have decided not to kill you today."

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His face nearly fell as he heard her name, quickly he sank to one knee and bowed his head. "M'lady I did not know. Ser Trystane Baselish, at your service." Glancing up he smirked once more. Never in his life did he think he would be kneeing in front of a woman, in this sense anyway.

Clegane. That named sounded familiar. Of course! "So, you must be one of the Hounds whelps." That was probably something he would regret saying. Tryst didn't care though, it was worth it. A boyish grin spread across his face once more. At least she was more attractive that the Hound or the Mountain. He wouldn't mind being punished by her.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

The moment he kneeled and went all 'knightly' on her she wanted to gag. Reaching down she grabbed him by the tunic and pulled up. "Stand ser, I do not wish for the service of a kneeler nor do I need it." she scoffed wrinkling her nose at his 'ser' and 'M'Ladies'. Knights were only good for one thing, killing, all this gentlemanly crap was unnecessary and she would not have it forced on her. "I have a sword and an able body, just as you do. I can service myself just fine." she growled releasing him with a slight shove. She hated kneelers, the only person she shall ever bend a knee to would be the king, and only when she must. Knights made her sick.

Then he spoke of Sandor, her great great grandfather in the name he had before. Her hands formed into fists and her jaw clenched. Before she knew it for certain she lashed out liquid fast, and one power packed punch toward his pretty smug little face. She wanted to smash it, break it, destroy it, make it unrecognizable. "His name was Sandor, and he was nobler than any knight." she hissed venom dripping from her every word. "What have you done in your life time aside from washing some knights smallclothes and playing at swords?" the Lady challenged, her eyes sharp as any swords edge. The Clegane's have always been brave and strong and true, at least the blood that runs through her veins.

"What have you done in your life time aside from washing some knights smallclothes and playing at swords?"

Trystane had to suppress his chuckle as he was forcefully risen. The thought of such a fierce woman commanding him just tickled his insides like a good jest. Sighing, he quickly said, "My lady Clegane, I give you my dearest apology. I did not intend to offend you." eyeing her sword he finished, "I see that you are very capable of defending and serving yourself. I too prefer a sword and shield, though sometimes a longsword is needed."

The day had been growing long, and the sun was at its highest peak. The south was always so hot, and the north freezing. There hardly ever was an in between. It was a little disappointing. "Would Lady Clegane like to take a fine stroll through King's Landing with such a lowly knight as myself?" Trystane almost couldn't keep the jest to himself. He? A lowly knight? That wasn't happening.

Though she still stood tall and broad and rough, her face relaxed a little with the mention of weapons. One hand immediately dropped to her sword. She may not have forged the blade herself, but she had it commissioned and paid with her own hard earned coin. As if her family would buy her anything. "I prefer a sword and shield to all others; a longsword hinders my ability to move freely, same as armor. And I wield any weapon better than a knitting needle." she stated with a smirk. Closing her useless eye she turned her head slightly to the left and looked him up and down, finally getting a good look at him. The knight was tall and broad, but not near tall or broad enough to effect her. Turning she glanced over her shoulder. "You need not apologize for I have already forgotten the offense." It was such a little thing, and this was often how her tempers went. Wild like a fire but sure as a blade. "Be sure to keep up young ser or you are sure to be left along again." she chimed walking on.

With half snarl she sighed. "I may be a lady, but I am same as you." she stated in a huff as the walked. Children ran around them as those living in King's Landing continued on, paying them no mind. "Call me Danica, for now. I am here fulfilling the same duty as you." Danica stood tall and proud as any lady, but she was grittier. She did not enjoy 'allowing' the high lords and ladies to use her and she made that very clear on every moment she could. She also did not enjoy being treated as a lady, not only because her family did not raise her for it, but because it was not in her nature. The Wild Hound. The Rabid Dog. For some reason the liege lords still trusted her. "I do not appreciate feeling like you are an escort." she added in a growl.

"Call me Danica, for now. I am here fulfilling the same duty as you."

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Oh really now? That's an odd thought, a woman knight. There had been a few since the woman from Tarth. "So you're a knight of sorts, Danica? I must say, you are more fair to look upon rather than Brienne of Tarth was. Or so, I am told that she looked rather manly and silly in women's clothing." Trystane wasn't really sure why he was saying all of this, he was just rambling on really.

"I do not appreciate feeling like you are an escort."

Ah, and escort. "No no, you said so yourself, you are plenty capable of handling a sword. Think of me as...a walking companion." That wasn't exactly what he wanted to say, though the word 'friend' might only anger Danica even further.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

Danica took great care that the knight was walking on her left, so that she could watch him to be careful. "I am not a knight," she growled standing just a little taller and pushing her shoulders back. "I am more of a guard dog of sorts. I do not have the delusion of honor that a knight feels, thus I am not blinded by it." proud and strong as ever, not in the slightest bit upset that she just referred to herself as a guard dog, because Danica was. Loyalty was at the heart of her, not honor. A slight smirk crossed her face aw she gifted him with a sideways glance. "I can assure you Ser Trystane, I am every bit a woman." she did not much like the comparison to the Brienne lady, she was foolish and idealistic, everything Danica was not.

A companion? Had Danica ever had a companion, nonetheless a friend? No. And she had not been looking for one either. Yes, she has had sparring partners, but that was about it. Seven hells, she had never even had a lover. "Thank you, for not thrusting your ego upon me." she forced out, feeling like she had to say something. Sighing she looked around, not even knowing anymore what she wanted from coming out here. "What is to be done now? Hold hands and frolick through the king's wood?" she chuckled her deep velvety chuckle as a thought crossed her mind. "Or would you like to follow me into an adventure?" she asked pausing in the middle of the way once more. Danica wanted to do something dangerous or risky.

Now that's an amusing though, frolicking through the meadows with Clegane. But of course, that wasn't the life that he was chosen to lead. "Hmm. While the meadow sounds tempting, I must say I will have to go with the adventure." That boyish grin creeping back onto his face. He always grinned, or smiled, it was something that he couldn't help. The only time he wasn't smiling was when he was sparring.

So, Dianca when will we go on this adventure? I'm a rather patient man, though I don't have all that much time." Lady Gracelin would be returning from the council meeting anytime now, though he wasn't entire sure if Lady Arryn would want to go back to the Vale or not as soon as it was over. If he was lucky, she would stay for a few days in King's Landing and he could explore the city more. If not, well then he would just have to wait until next time.

Throwing her head back the lady barked out her deep rumbling laugh. "Does holding hands with me unman you ser?" she challenged with a devilish grin and a smirk. "None the less a couple adventures will do you good. I say," she added rolling up her sleeves. "Now." Danica finally demanded. The Lady was not a patient woman, the concept of waiting for what you deserved with lost on her. She was most definitely a woman of action. She would have made a fine general or lord, radiating pride and confidence. Sadly, she was born a woman, not even worthy of her fathers attentions. "First, I would much like to see the dragon skulls, are you up for a keep raid knight?" Her eyes brimming with excitement and her entire being a glow.

That deep rumble of a laugh shook her chest again as she mocked him. "The kingdom calls my family dogs, I dare say they did not know you. I do not jump at my masters call, and folk believe that the name 'Dog' or 'Hound' mocks me. Yet, it is you who drops everything to serve your master. Are you your lady's dog my lord?" she challenged, a gleam in her eye. She began to circle him again, ever the predator, scrutinizing and probing for a weakness. "Does she beat you?" she questioned licking her lips. Foulness seemed to run through the family, just no one expected it from her; the lady in the litter, the runt of the litter. "Does your lady carry your man hood in her purse?" she quipped tilting her head to the right with a wicked wicked smile.

"No, my la-Danica. She does not carry my man hood in her purse. I carry it right here." the young knight said gesturing down. A bold move for a knight to make to a lady, but a move none the less. "What do you mean a few adventures would do me good? I've been on one adventure already, from the Vale to King's Landing.". He smirked once again. He just couldn't stop smiling and smirking at the Lady Hound. The Lady Hound...what a fitting name..

The day felt as if it had just begun, though Trystane knew that the sun was well into its course. It was easy to forget the time when you were having fun, as it was always said. "So, if you wanted to be treated as a swords woman, then I'll treat you as one. What would you like to do today?" the shift from being a knight talking to a lady, to being a knight talking to a swordswoman was a quick one.