Above, the cliffs of Casterly Rock struck an imposing figure against the sky just as it had always done. It's crowning feature of the castle above formed a jagged silhouette against the sky, breaking it's deep blue monotony like the teeth of some great animal; A lion perhaps. Jaime Lannister hiked his heels into the flanks of his horse, urging it forward and they powered together alone towards the gates. Dust flew up in his wake with the beat of his destrier's hooves, it seemed to sense his urgency and needed little above a gentle touch here and there to guide them to the very gate of the Lion's Mouth. He was eager to be home and so was his horse.
Jaime had ridden up so fast that the honor guard sent out to meet him had barely made their way out of the main gates. They exhibited confusion with his lack of obvious banners and accompanying riders yet did their duty and escorted him back none the less. The Lord informed them that his forces would be following behind by an hour or so and so they set about scurrying for preparations. Jaime refused any more fretting over as he went through the gates of the Lion's Mouth, he and his horse trotted neatly up the sloping paths that lead up to the castle proper quietly.
Home at last.
In the main courtyard, the gold-spun lord swung himself easily off his mount as stablehands rushed to take the reins. His foot touched the ground tentatively, remembering in some flash of his time on the deck of a ship, yet he steadied easily. He patted the beast's neck affectionately. "Brush her down well, make sure she gets to graze on apples, not rotten ones mind you. She has earned her keep." He watched a moment as the silver destrier, his companion, was led away before turning to the castle with a lump in his throat. The climb to his quarters would be a strange one after all these months and the Seven only knew what would await him.
Thankfully he found his and Lynesse's quarter's empty. He changed out of his riding leathers, standing bare chested and washed his face in the tub of blessedly scalding water brought up by the servants. There was a deep wonder in the forefront of his mind as to where his wife was. He had come alone for the reason of calm and secrecy but very little escaped Lynesse. She would be upon him soon, as he had hoped.
So much swarmed his mind.