It had been exactly a fortnight since Hannibal had sent Yara to collect his niece. Plenty of people in the city were riled up with hatred towards her. He knew a mob of angry protestors were waiting at the docs to 'greet' her. He waited for a messenger to confirm that the ships had made berth. He wondered how she would feel being assaulted by hatred from the people she wanted to rule. He and his entire family were waiting in the grand arena at the Red Keep. Everything was in place for his grand entrance.