The coronation had ended, but only just. Most had not managed to leave yet, though that day would see many finally set their eyes towards home. It made for amusing watching, as Aerea pondered whether or not she would do the same, or if she would inflict King's Landing with her presence for some time more.
Aerea stood in a courtyard while she watched, nursing a carafe of white wine slowly. One of the lesser houses was trying to fit all their belongings into a single carriage, while also trying to fit their women into one wheelhouse that was not near large or grand enough to contain them all. It was rather comical, and the corners of her lips turned up just so. It was as much as most got out of her anymore.
Soon, all the gawkers would be gone, and what had once been the Crownlands would become new Valyria in true, with a new king she neither liked nor trusted, modeled after a place none of them knew but they all had their interpretations of. So many with white hair had been about, and their new king invited yet more. Interesting times, to say the least. @ryonwyl