The man fit the role of Crown Prince perfectly, from both the way he looked and the way he acted.
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Currently the prince was wearing a set of leather armour, the leather being a dark brown colour with a suit of finely woven mail beneath it.
The armour was a lot lighter than the gold coloured plate armour Jamie was wearing, and at the moment Jamie was somewhat jealous, as riding a horse in full plate was a sweaty and unpleasant business.
"True, but who says we have to wait with the damn procession?" Tytan replied cheerfully as he angled his horse away from the distance Winterfell and began to canter back to the column.
"What are you up too?" Jamie asked suspiciously as he and the prince's six other guards followed behind Tytan.
"Why just going to tell the fat man that I'm heading to Winterfell ahead of the rest of the procession." Tytan replied cheerfully. "I'll probably give him some bullshit about making sure that everything is in order for his arrival."
"You really think he'll believe that?" Jamie asked uncertainty, knowing as he did that as much as he despised Robert Baratheon, the man was not stupid.
"No of course not, but knowing the fat man he'll be either so drunk he's likely pissed himself, or will be balls deep in some whore. Either way he won't give a damn what I say and will want to get rid of me."
Tytan replied, showing absolutely no respect for his father. The man far too often reminds Tytan of his old stepfather Gabe, so much so that it had destroyed any potential Tytan had of building a relationship with the man.
Not that Robert was at all interested in one. Initially when Tytan had begun to show off his control over water the King had taken an interest, and when Tytan had showed himself to be a prodigy with a blade that interest had heightened.
But years of excessive drinking, and the clear preference Tytan showed for his mother had killed off any chance of them building a proper, healthy relationship.
Still though the King showed himself to be proud of Tytan's accomplishments, and often allowed him to take over Robert's duties like his seat at the Small Council, doling out the King's Justice and listening to petitions.
That though was mainly because Robert hated doing that and instead wanted more time to fuck boars and hunt whores, or whatever it was he did.
"You know if any other man said that Robert would have their tongue cut out." Jamie spoke up blithely.
"It's a good thing I'm not any other man then, isn't it?" Tytan responded with a large grin as he and his entourage met up with the procession, Tytan heading for where his red faced, wine swigging father was barely staying on his horse.
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Riding away from the Royal Procession, Tytan couldn't help but grin as he and his small group ate up the distance to Winterfell.
Grinning wider he exulted in the freedom of just galloping through the countryside, it beat the dreary pace the procession set, hampered as it was by all of the large wagons, camp followers and the King and Queens regular stop offs.
With his mother either getting board of riding in her heavy and ornate carriage with her other children and her ladies and waiting, the Queen instead wishing to stretch her legs or have luncheon in the fresh air.
That or Robert deciding he wanted to go hunting on a whim, or getting so pissed the procession had to stop so he could be thrown in the back of one of the wagons.
Either way the pace had been stifling, and over that time Tytan who was always prone to boredom had been getting antsy.
After all the only fun he had had in weeks was the occasional spar with Jamie or Barristan, or every now and then the chance to lead some of the guardsmen out to rout a gang of bandits or thugs.
One of the many that plagued the King's Road, often looking for merchant caravans they could raid.
The last chance he had had though was over a hundred leagues back down the King's Road, with such opportunities becoming far sparser the further the column travelled up north.
Now though, Tytan was finally able to break free, with him now heading to Winterfell, under the assumption that he was 'making sure everything was ready for the King's arrival'.
His conversation with his father had been about what he had expected. He had ridden over to the King, only to find him already somewhat drunk and telling Barristan stories of his past glories.
Suffice to say when Tytan had told him what he was going to do, the man had just waved him on, telling him to 'do as he wanted'.
Tytan had ended up taking him at his word and had since ridden away from the slow moving column. Both Jamie and the six Lannister guardsmen assigned to his protection riding with him.
"So what are you planning to do once we reach Winter Town, Tytan?" Jamie called out as he moved his horse so it was now riding beside his nephew, referencing the small town that had sprung up around the Winterfell as he did so.
"After all we can't arrive before the King, it would be seen as inappropriate."
"Well I'll probably explore, see if there are any good inns to visit." Tytan replied in amusement as he heard Jamie's worries, legitimate as they were.
"Who knows we may run into your little brother whilst we are there. He did ride ahead of the main party earlier after all, knowing him he is probably begging for a shag at one of Winterfell's brothels."
"As if you weren't planning on visiting there yourself." Jamie replied with a short laugh, the older man having long come to terms with Tytan's many vices and oddities.
"Also I would save your jests for when you see Tyrion. Knowing how you two get on you'll be trading barbs and insults by the end of the night, and with my brother's sharp tongue you'll need all the ammunition you can."
Tytan laughed as he heard that, knowing as he did that what Jamie said was true, as Tytan and Tyrion's relationship was odd to say the least.