It was Visenya's first time seeing Oldtown but she found herself immediately fond of it. The city was alive with thousands of people, both locals going about their day and a thousand different kinds of merchant and traveler coming in by the Port to give the city a very unique flavour. Of course she was very familiar with port's like this, Essos had no shortage of them. The Captain-General of the Golden Company had spent a great deal of time in Pentos & Braavos for one reason or another. None of them had the Citadel however, nevermind the Starry Sept too. From her perch on a balcony high up in the Hightower she could survey it all.

Casting her gaze back inwards her violet eyes ran over the form of the Garth Greysteel, now a member of her Queensguard. Local support had been better than expected. The Lannisters, the Greyjoys, the Tullys and of course before any of the others, the Martells. Discontent with the Baratheon regime, or perhaps just old grudges, must have run far deeper than she had expected. Many times she had been told people would flock to a Dragon but Visenya had put it off as people telling her what they wanted to hear, yet here she was.

Internal thoughts were disrupted by the shriek of iron hinges as a door swung open. "Lord Mace has arrived and will be here presently." a servant advised before nodding and taking his leave. Visenya stabbed back into the meeting room properly, the individuals who knew the true meaning of this meeting were few and it likely would not have been possible in any form if not for the support of House Hightower.

Visenya did not wear her armour now, the black plate she had forged in Qohor that gave her the visage of a great Dragon of Blackfyre. A fearsome sight atop her steed though less appropriate in a meeting like this. Instead she wore a dress of black silk over red lace, a gift from a man in Myr and so its thin material and exposed shoulders were ideal for the warmth of a place like the Reach. Silver hair was twisted into one long braid now comfortably resting over a shoulder.

For now she simply awaited the arrival of the Reach Lord himself.