The Baratheon tent at the tourney grounds was less of a tent and more of a palace made of cloth. It had high walls made of gold and black silk and canvas laid over a timber frame separating the structure into several different rooms. Currently, Myrcella Baratheon sat with her nephew in the main room at the center, an area filled with large over-stuffed pillows like one might find on a pleasure barges in the Reach and a large oak table for taking meals.
“And then he hit him right off his horse!” Stannis said excitedly, reenacting the joust while Myrcella lounged and watched him with a smile. “He said Aemon was a coward and not a good knight, but he beat him!”
“We expected nothing less, remember?” She said with a laugh, sipping a heavily watered goblet of wine. “There’s a reason they call him the dragonknight.”
“Yeah!” Stannis agreed enthusiastically before throwing himself on a pillow of his own. The two Baratheons relaxed in silence for a few minutes before he looked over at her again. “When’s Elise coming? She said she’d come after the lists.”
The Lady of Crow’s Nest merely shrugged her shoulders. “I’m sure she and her master will turn up eventually dear, worry not.” In another place, not too far off from the tent were Jaremy and his younger sister Elise trudging through slowly in the night, passing the elated guests of Lord Lannister.
Elise had followed her brother silently, in the darkness, it just felt too real to say anything to him. His depression was like an aura around him.”Brother..” she finally said, after the brittleness of the air around her grew strong enough for her to choke. “You did well, you even challenged the greatest knight in the realm. You know your skills, he is a man double your age.. You didn’t expect to beat him?” She gazed at his back, the armor still hung upon him, probably bruised all over.
“I hang in shame.” He said dramatically, “A woman could not possibly understand the pain..” He shook his head, and rode on. “We still have to attend your little boyfriend’s dinner party, yes? I’ll escort you there, but I can’t promise anything about staying..” He seemed in an intolerable mood, but she could at least see to not press the issue.
They wound up the hill to the tent, the guards recognizing the masked rider, who had been given leave to enter at his will. Elise made sure to get off her horse first, though Jaremy did not seem to be in any hurry, and naturally his armor weighed him down. She wore an elegant purple dress, one of a highborne lady, like many of them she packed for King’s Landing. She had lavender flowers upon her hair, and it was braided simply(for she had only herself) but it was of a style not seen much outside of Starfall. She made her way inside, being quite loss within such a large structure.. “Stannis..?” she called out.
“Elise!” The young boy called out, running over to her in his gold and black doublet. “You came!” Elise went down upon her knees and smiled, hugging stannis gently, quickly before parting the two. “Of course little lord, a promise is a promise and I don’t intend to turn into a liar.”
She smiled and tapped his nose, before getting up. “Did you enjoy the tournament?”
“It was wonderful. Aemon did great, and, um, so did your master.” He said, looking up at her and nervously taking her hand to lead her to the pillows.
“Not her master I think Stannis,” Myrcella said as she rose from her own pillow to approach Elise, offering her her hand. “Much more likely that he was Lady Dayne’s brother Jaremy. Welcome to our tent Lady Elise.”
Elise bit her lip awkwardly at his comment, but her blush was bright as she heard Myrcella’s words. “M-my lady.. I.. How?.. Forgive me for this deception, my brother truly wished to enter this tournament, but our father would not allow him to risk his life in unneeded hostility. I hope you could understand?” Jaremy entered the tent then, but keeping to the back, his body sorely in pain.
Myrcella smiled. “If you truly wish to know your accents marked you as dornish immediately, and I know of few dornish with pale hair or purple eyes outside of Starfall. That didn’t mark you as nobles itself, but your armor,” she nodded to Jaremy to acknowledge his entrance, “and your necklace made it clear. Who but a Dayne would have jewelry with a pearl from the Summer Sea and a sword.”
She turned and motioned for them to follow her over to the pillows, remaining standing herself while a servant poured wine. “Not that I mean to use this information against you in anyway, I can understand your concerns after all. Only to inform you of what mistakes to avoid if you attempt this in the future.”
Elise nodded in earnest, clear to hear the wise woman’s words, she was a true force in a court.. Elise herself could barely hold a candle. She walked over and sat down upon the comfy pillow, “Thank you, and.. It was my mistake that truly led to us being discovered.” Jaremy marched over, grabbing a goblet, but refusing to unmask himself. “I wouldn’t argue with that..” His eyes wandered over to Myrcella for a moment, before he stubbornly looked away. “Hardly a party..” He said under his breath.
Myrcella chuckled, brushing a hand through her hair and sitting in her pillow. “It was never meant to be a party, and I could hardly make it one after you failed to defend my honor against the Dragonknight you know.”
He seethed in a markedly prissy fashion, as if she had personally wounded him, holding his arm to his chest. “You would have been Queen of Beauty had I won, yet you mock me to my face!” well, not exactly to his face, his helmet’s point directed to her.
His sister felt the tension between them, so she turned to Stannis, talking to him but loud enough so they could hear. “Stannis, I’m sure both you and Jaremy realized something today, did you not? I doubt you could say again so steadily that my brother is not a Knight as compared to Prince Aemon, but he can hardly claim solidarity in another win” She smiled, having watched the boy’s excitement during the last joust.
Stannis nodded along as she spoke. “He jousted better than the others...I guess so, yeah. But Aemon is still better.” Stannis said as he smiled at her.
Elise giggled and shook her head. “Alright little lord, why did you come to the tourney? You were not in the lists, I saw, nor did you have any family.. You really like knights that much?” She herself was intensely invested in Jaremy’s success, but she couldn’t care less for the actual sport.
“I’m too young, but Ser Wagstaff and the others fought in my name, I honor them by attending the event.” Stannis said with certainty. “I got to see Leo fight in the melee too, but I don’t think he saw me. Lots of reasons to come.”
She squinted, “Leo?” She tilted her head, she did not recall anyone named Leo.. Who could it be, she wondered? As they were talking Jaremy sighed, taking off his helmet and offering his hand to Myrcella. “Care to join me outside? It’s a wonderful night, and perhaps I had gotten off on the wrong foot..”
Myrcella smiled almost imperceptibly and took his hand to stand up. “I can’t see any harm in joining you, lead the way.”
As Myrcella stood, Stannis continued talking to Elise. “Leo Tyrell, he lived with us in Storm’s End, he’s my friend.”
Jaremy whisked her away outside, where the stars were lit up. His long blonde hair was more clearly seen, and his face was generally left-unbruised, with perhaps a few cuts. His white eyes could be seen, but the twilight of the stars left everything generally lit. “My lady, you have a husband do you not? Crowning you as Queen perhaps would have been.. Incorrect.” His smirk came across, gleaming as one of the brighter celestials. “I had no intention to offend your husband, but you were obviously the only choice.”
“Kind of you to say, but you needn’t worry about offending my husband,” She brushed a lock of black hair from her face as she turned to look at Jaremy without his mask. “Even if it were not meant as an innocent gesture, my husband is...very relaxed, shall we say, it would not trouble him. I would have very much appreciated it, had you ended up winning.”
He nodded slowly, pursing his lips. “Is that to mean, he does not care of your doings here..?” In dorne, many such relationships exist of both genders, paramours being many and many women having their own lovers.. He knew that some women or men disliked the political marriages of the north, but surely she wouldn’t be too open to a stranger. Perhaps a stranger would be the best to be open with? He smiled however at their comment, “as a knight, its my duty to make a lady appreciated. Should I win any tournament in the future, I shall be first to right my wrong here.”
Myrcella smiled mischievously. “I suppose that would be one way to put it, yes. And I hope you do. Win that is, you had a great deal of passion during the lists, no doubt it will pay off for you.”
His eyes scanned her bodice once again, holding up a finger and getting a flagon and a few cups, finding an area where they could sit and relax. “In that case..” He said as he went about prepping, “I have no issue with getting a little more comfortable with you my lady..” He had courted few women in his past, but he was told he had no need to seek them. “I suppose you could say I let Aemon win, to appease your nephew, isn’t that sweet?” He jokingly said, offering her a new cup of stronger wine.
She took the cup, sipping deeply from it. “Almost too sweet to be believed,” she laughed. “Tell me, have you spent much time in the north? Outside of Dorne?” Myrcella looked at him with a hint of a smile on her face, as usual, her soft blue eyes seeming to study his features with great interest.
It took a moment for him to ponder this, watching her lips suck the wine out of the cup before shrugging. “I.. I’ve been on a few raids with the Blackmonts or Fowlers a few times, truth be told, some to nightsong.. No doubt your brother had more interest in those then you, I hope.” He didn’t have too much pride of that now, talking to this stormlander woman, but he wouldn’t hide it from her. “My sister and I visited Oldtown just a few weeks ago, and we made our way to here.. We will be going to King’s Landing soon, where will your venture bring you after this?”
“King’s Landing?” Myrcella asked, looking slightly surprised and amused as she lowered her cup. “What business do you have in the capital, more tournies?”
He rolled his eyes, shaking his head, “No no.. My sister wishes to attend Lady Nymeros-Martell in the capital.. I was allowed to go with her because I wished to attend the tourney, sadly I must return.. This trip wasn’t all bad however, I met a pretty lady.” He grinned and took a swig of his own cup. “Was my accent that bad? I sounded exactly like Lord Dondarrion I felt.”
“Quite terrible I’m afraid,” she said with a laugh, “but I think I can forgive you that. Let your sister occupy my nephew for a short while longer and come to my rooms. I can show you how to be like a real Stormlander.”
The proposition made Jaremy more than a little chilled, he had been playing it cool this entire time but his inexperience betrayed him to this woman, more than any wench had. He gulped and tried to cast a frosty gaze, “Well that sounds just fine, but I think you might enjoy this viper too much.. We could try an inn around the city, never dressed as a peasant before?” He cast a wicked smile, “Unless you’d prefer to be seen with a hedge knight.” He started to stand, giving her his hand.
Myrcella laughed playfully as she took his hand and pulled herself to her feet. “I am a high born lady of House Baratheon, I’m sure I have no intention of dressing as a peasant or going to some tawdry inn. The tent is more than large enough that no one will notice.”
He bit his lip and nodded, “As you say your ‘highness’.” He said the last word with heavy accented sarcasm, pulling around to lead her into the tent. “Where are thou chambers in the most expansive tent one has ever seen?” It truly was a marvel, far more than anything he would have wanted, especially near a city.
“This way,” she said, pushing through a small sitting room, past an open-air courtyard, and back into a room with a large soft-looking bed in the center. She pointed to the bed and gave him a small shove, before beginning to work at the knots of her gown.
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Some time later, once their business was done. She turned to him, with her bright blue eyes and smiled contentedly, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Jaremy felt her breath finally against his face, and he turned to face her, kissing her immediately. His tongue seeped into her mouth forceful or not, and his hand lightly pet the side of her back. “That was amazing..” He said wheezing as he looked into her eyes.
“It was indeed, you did quite well.” She was already out of the bed, cleaning herself with a towel before throwing him one. She smiled playfully over her shoulder at him. “I’m impressed, and for a Dornishman no less.”
The towell was easy to clean himself with, but he got up after her, not wanting to give her up so soon. His hands felt her backside and he went to the other side of her shoulder. “I am the only dornish you should be thinking of, mind you.” He let out of a pleased, cocky smile, “well enough to earn a second turn?”
She looked over her shoulder to meet his eyes and laughed. “And what of your sister?”
He almost cursed having one, but he thought on his feet. “Its a long way to king’s landing, a Lady might need an escort, and I hear Storm’s Landing a must-see after the Capital..”
“Storm’s End, dear,” she corrected him as she fixed her hair in the mirror. “And should you come I’m sure the little lord will insist that you stay for a short while, he was so taken with your performance in the jousts. I would welcome it.” She moved across the room and once again slid into her discarded dress.
Almost snarking at her correction, he eventually accepted the inevitability of putting on his own clothing as well. Her impression was not an entire surprise, but he was pleased that he did make one. “If the Lord of the Stormlands insists, then perhaps I can accompany my lady to his castle.” An adventure, father would be pleased. He hoped… The Sword in the Morning always trifled with the lord of the realm, stirring mischief or inspiring bravery.. He went over to her and drove her into his arms. “You are so beautiful.” He said starkly, kissing her deeply again.
Myrcella pushed him back lightly, breaking the kiss and tilting her head as she smiled. “You were good Jaremy, but do remember that I’m a married woman.”
Biting his lip disappointingly he nodded. “I’ve never been part of anything what a paramor does, excuse me if I’m.. Brash. Rather a romantic you see.” He shrugged, “Did my performance in the lists impress you..?”
“All is forgiven.” She finished straightening out her clothing and looked up at him. “Of course I was impressed, you made it to the finals, and went multiple rounds with the Dragonknight. What more could one ask for?”
Gleaming, the knight bowed to her, “Obviously a sword of the morning should expect nothing less.’” Before she could say another word he dived up and pecked her quickly on her lips, afterwards diving out of the door not to get berated again, sneaking over back to the children.
“And then he hit him right off his horse!” Stannis said excitedly, reenacting the joust while Myrcella lounged and watched him with a smile. “He said Aemon was a coward and not a good knight, but he beat him!”
“We expected nothing less, remember?” She said with a laugh, sipping a heavily watered goblet of wine. “There’s a reason they call him the dragonknight.”
“Yeah!” Stannis agreed enthusiastically before throwing himself on a pillow of his own. The two Baratheons relaxed in silence for a few minutes before he looked over at her again. “When’s Elise coming? She said she’d come after the lists.”
The Lady of Crow’s Nest merely shrugged her shoulders. “I’m sure she and her master will turn up eventually dear, worry not.” In another place, not too far off from the tent were Jaremy and his younger sister Elise trudging through slowly in the night, passing the elated guests of Lord Lannister.
Elise had followed her brother silently, in the darkness, it just felt too real to say anything to him. His depression was like an aura around him.”Brother..” she finally said, after the brittleness of the air around her grew strong enough for her to choke. “You did well, you even challenged the greatest knight in the realm. You know your skills, he is a man double your age.. You didn’t expect to beat him?” She gazed at his back, the armor still hung upon him, probably bruised all over.
“I hang in shame.” He said dramatically, “A woman could not possibly understand the pain..” He shook his head, and rode on. “We still have to attend your little boyfriend’s dinner party, yes? I’ll escort you there, but I can’t promise anything about staying..” He seemed in an intolerable mood, but she could at least see to not press the issue.
They wound up the hill to the tent, the guards recognizing the masked rider, who had been given leave to enter at his will. Elise made sure to get off her horse first, though Jaremy did not seem to be in any hurry, and naturally his armor weighed him down. She wore an elegant purple dress, one of a highborne lady, like many of them she packed for King’s Landing. She had lavender flowers upon her hair, and it was braided simply(for she had only herself) but it was of a style not seen much outside of Starfall. She made her way inside, being quite loss within such a large structure.. “Stannis..?” she called out.
“Elise!” The young boy called out, running over to her in his gold and black doublet. “You came!” Elise went down upon her knees and smiled, hugging stannis gently, quickly before parting the two. “Of course little lord, a promise is a promise and I don’t intend to turn into a liar.”
She smiled and tapped his nose, before getting up. “Did you enjoy the tournament?”
“It was wonderful. Aemon did great, and, um, so did your master.” He said, looking up at her and nervously taking her hand to lead her to the pillows.
“Not her master I think Stannis,” Myrcella said as she rose from her own pillow to approach Elise, offering her her hand. “Much more likely that he was Lady Dayne’s brother Jaremy. Welcome to our tent Lady Elise.”
Elise bit her lip awkwardly at his comment, but her blush was bright as she heard Myrcella’s words. “M-my lady.. I.. How?.. Forgive me for this deception, my brother truly wished to enter this tournament, but our father would not allow him to risk his life in unneeded hostility. I hope you could understand?” Jaremy entered the tent then, but keeping to the back, his body sorely in pain.
Myrcella smiled. “If you truly wish to know your accents marked you as dornish immediately, and I know of few dornish with pale hair or purple eyes outside of Starfall. That didn’t mark you as nobles itself, but your armor,” she nodded to Jaremy to acknowledge his entrance, “and your necklace made it clear. Who but a Dayne would have jewelry with a pearl from the Summer Sea and a sword.”
She turned and motioned for them to follow her over to the pillows, remaining standing herself while a servant poured wine. “Not that I mean to use this information against you in anyway, I can understand your concerns after all. Only to inform you of what mistakes to avoid if you attempt this in the future.”
Elise nodded in earnest, clear to hear the wise woman’s words, she was a true force in a court.. Elise herself could barely hold a candle. She walked over and sat down upon the comfy pillow, “Thank you, and.. It was my mistake that truly led to us being discovered.” Jaremy marched over, grabbing a goblet, but refusing to unmask himself. “I wouldn’t argue with that..” His eyes wandered over to Myrcella for a moment, before he stubbornly looked away. “Hardly a party..” He said under his breath.
Myrcella chuckled, brushing a hand through her hair and sitting in her pillow. “It was never meant to be a party, and I could hardly make it one after you failed to defend my honor against the Dragonknight you know.”
He seethed in a markedly prissy fashion, as if she had personally wounded him, holding his arm to his chest. “You would have been Queen of Beauty had I won, yet you mock me to my face!” well, not exactly to his face, his helmet’s point directed to her.
His sister felt the tension between them, so she turned to Stannis, talking to him but loud enough so they could hear. “Stannis, I’m sure both you and Jaremy realized something today, did you not? I doubt you could say again so steadily that my brother is not a Knight as compared to Prince Aemon, but he can hardly claim solidarity in another win” She smiled, having watched the boy’s excitement during the last joust.
Stannis nodded along as she spoke. “He jousted better than the others...I guess so, yeah. But Aemon is still better.” Stannis said as he smiled at her.
Elise giggled and shook her head. “Alright little lord, why did you come to the tourney? You were not in the lists, I saw, nor did you have any family.. You really like knights that much?” She herself was intensely invested in Jaremy’s success, but she couldn’t care less for the actual sport.
“I’m too young, but Ser Wagstaff and the others fought in my name, I honor them by attending the event.” Stannis said with certainty. “I got to see Leo fight in the melee too, but I don’t think he saw me. Lots of reasons to come.”
She squinted, “Leo?” She tilted her head, she did not recall anyone named Leo.. Who could it be, she wondered? As they were talking Jaremy sighed, taking off his helmet and offering his hand to Myrcella. “Care to join me outside? It’s a wonderful night, and perhaps I had gotten off on the wrong foot..”
Myrcella smiled almost imperceptibly and took his hand to stand up. “I can’t see any harm in joining you, lead the way.”
As Myrcella stood, Stannis continued talking to Elise. “Leo Tyrell, he lived with us in Storm’s End, he’s my friend.”
Jaremy whisked her away outside, where the stars were lit up. His long blonde hair was more clearly seen, and his face was generally left-unbruised, with perhaps a few cuts. His white eyes could be seen, but the twilight of the stars left everything generally lit. “My lady, you have a husband do you not? Crowning you as Queen perhaps would have been.. Incorrect.” His smirk came across, gleaming as one of the brighter celestials. “I had no intention to offend your husband, but you were obviously the only choice.”
“Kind of you to say, but you needn’t worry about offending my husband,” She brushed a lock of black hair from her face as she turned to look at Jaremy without his mask. “Even if it were not meant as an innocent gesture, my husband is...very relaxed, shall we say, it would not trouble him. I would have very much appreciated it, had you ended up winning.”
He nodded slowly, pursing his lips. “Is that to mean, he does not care of your doings here..?” In dorne, many such relationships exist of both genders, paramours being many and many women having their own lovers.. He knew that some women or men disliked the political marriages of the north, but surely she wouldn’t be too open to a stranger. Perhaps a stranger would be the best to be open with? He smiled however at their comment, “as a knight, its my duty to make a lady appreciated. Should I win any tournament in the future, I shall be first to right my wrong here.”
Myrcella smiled mischievously. “I suppose that would be one way to put it, yes. And I hope you do. Win that is, you had a great deal of passion during the lists, no doubt it will pay off for you.”
His eyes scanned her bodice once again, holding up a finger and getting a flagon and a few cups, finding an area where they could sit and relax. “In that case..” He said as he went about prepping, “I have no issue with getting a little more comfortable with you my lady..” He had courted few women in his past, but he was told he had no need to seek them. “I suppose you could say I let Aemon win, to appease your nephew, isn’t that sweet?” He jokingly said, offering her a new cup of stronger wine.
She took the cup, sipping deeply from it. “Almost too sweet to be believed,” she laughed. “Tell me, have you spent much time in the north? Outside of Dorne?” Myrcella looked at him with a hint of a smile on her face, as usual, her soft blue eyes seeming to study his features with great interest.
It took a moment for him to ponder this, watching her lips suck the wine out of the cup before shrugging. “I.. I’ve been on a few raids with the Blackmonts or Fowlers a few times, truth be told, some to nightsong.. No doubt your brother had more interest in those then you, I hope.” He didn’t have too much pride of that now, talking to this stormlander woman, but he wouldn’t hide it from her. “My sister and I visited Oldtown just a few weeks ago, and we made our way to here.. We will be going to King’s Landing soon, where will your venture bring you after this?”
“King’s Landing?” Myrcella asked, looking slightly surprised and amused as she lowered her cup. “What business do you have in the capital, more tournies?”
He rolled his eyes, shaking his head, “No no.. My sister wishes to attend Lady Nymeros-Martell in the capital.. I was allowed to go with her because I wished to attend the tourney, sadly I must return.. This trip wasn’t all bad however, I met a pretty lady.” He grinned and took a swig of his own cup. “Was my accent that bad? I sounded exactly like Lord Dondarrion I felt.”
“Quite terrible I’m afraid,” she said with a laugh, “but I think I can forgive you that. Let your sister occupy my nephew for a short while longer and come to my rooms. I can show you how to be like a real Stormlander.”
The proposition made Jaremy more than a little chilled, he had been playing it cool this entire time but his inexperience betrayed him to this woman, more than any wench had. He gulped and tried to cast a frosty gaze, “Well that sounds just fine, but I think you might enjoy this viper too much.. We could try an inn around the city, never dressed as a peasant before?” He cast a wicked smile, “Unless you’d prefer to be seen with a hedge knight.” He started to stand, giving her his hand.
Myrcella laughed playfully as she took his hand and pulled herself to her feet. “I am a high born lady of House Baratheon, I’m sure I have no intention of dressing as a peasant or going to some tawdry inn. The tent is more than large enough that no one will notice.”
He bit his lip and nodded, “As you say your ‘highness’.” He said the last word with heavy accented sarcasm, pulling around to lead her into the tent. “Where are thou chambers in the most expansive tent one has ever seen?” It truly was a marvel, far more than anything he would have wanted, especially near a city.
“This way,” she said, pushing through a small sitting room, past an open-air courtyard, and back into a room with a large soft-looking bed in the center. She pointed to the bed and gave him a small shove, before beginning to work at the knots of her gown.
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Some time later, once their business was done. She turned to him, with her bright blue eyes and smiled contentedly, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Jaremy felt her breath finally against his face, and he turned to face her, kissing her immediately. His tongue seeped into her mouth forceful or not, and his hand lightly pet the side of her back. “That was amazing..” He said wheezing as he looked into her eyes.
“It was indeed, you did quite well.” She was already out of the bed, cleaning herself with a towel before throwing him one. She smiled playfully over her shoulder at him. “I’m impressed, and for a Dornishman no less.”
The towell was easy to clean himself with, but he got up after her, not wanting to give her up so soon. His hands felt her backside and he went to the other side of her shoulder. “I am the only dornish you should be thinking of, mind you.” He let out of a pleased, cocky smile, “well enough to earn a second turn?”
She looked over her shoulder to meet his eyes and laughed. “And what of your sister?”
He almost cursed having one, but he thought on his feet. “Its a long way to king’s landing, a Lady might need an escort, and I hear Storm’s Landing a must-see after the Capital..”
“Storm’s End, dear,” she corrected him as she fixed her hair in the mirror. “And should you come I’m sure the little lord will insist that you stay for a short while, he was so taken with your performance in the jousts. I would welcome it.” She moved across the room and once again slid into her discarded dress.
Almost snarking at her correction, he eventually accepted the inevitability of putting on his own clothing as well. Her impression was not an entire surprise, but he was pleased that he did make one. “If the Lord of the Stormlands insists, then perhaps I can accompany my lady to his castle.” An adventure, father would be pleased. He hoped… The Sword in the Morning always trifled with the lord of the realm, stirring mischief or inspiring bravery.. He went over to her and drove her into his arms. “You are so beautiful.” He said starkly, kissing her deeply again.
Myrcella pushed him back lightly, breaking the kiss and tilting her head as she smiled. “You were good Jaremy, but do remember that I’m a married woman.”
Biting his lip disappointingly he nodded. “I’ve never been part of anything what a paramor does, excuse me if I’m.. Brash. Rather a romantic you see.” He shrugged, “Did my performance in the lists impress you..?”
“All is forgiven.” She finished straightening out her clothing and looked up at him. “Of course I was impressed, you made it to the finals, and went multiple rounds with the Dragonknight. What more could one ask for?”
Gleaming, the knight bowed to her, “Obviously a sword of the morning should expect nothing less.’” Before she could say another word he dived up and pecked her quickly on her lips, afterwards diving out of the door not to get berated again, sneaking over back to the children.
