#conquest.event2

grey eyes crosses the stands with avid interest — while the merchants from the riverlands and white harbor were plentiful in their own merch, it seemed that the ones from lannisport wished to raise at that, offering all sort of items: from jewelry to books to weapons to cloths to artcraft, great was the diversity of their goods. "that seems to suit you." she declares to the one next to her, kind smile tugging at her lips and lightening her gaze as it goes from the person to the object they hold.

❛ are you ready for tomorrow ? ❜ lips pursed over the rim of her glass, argella spared her sister a fleeting look. since venturing to casterly rock she had been tense, ever watchful and somewhat counterproductively, far too into her wine. the tension throbbed within her temple and her nights were spent tossing and turning ; the only thing that could offer some reprieve being arbor gold. milk of the poppy had been offered by her maester, but argella was not so desperate for sleep that she dared venture down that particular pitfall. ❛ i hear the queen is due to partake as well. ❜ a roll of her eyes accompanied her words. ❛ it seems she is well recovered after her... ❜ a pause for a sip, ❛ ... her scare. ❜

" had i bet on such events, i would have absolutely put coin for your name. i had no doubt you would not go without a good fight but when you wrestled the king... gods, i had to remind myself to breathe, " a nervous chuckle follows, thinking of the king's stature and how terrifying it would be to go up against him - yet, ned had done so easily. alys hops up from where she is seated, fetching the pitcher of ale and offering some to the stark lord. they have been curious about the squires of the westerlands, those who serve the lannisters, and after watching the past few days alys knows how fortunate she is to serve someone who cares for her. " is there anything else i can get you, my lord ? "

in favor of the masquerade twist of the night, joanna has replaced her usual red and golds by a gown with cloth of velvet in the deepest of purples, true to how regal she is. the bust and shoulders are layered with sheer silk with droplets of amethysts, cut especially for the evening; they also line up the top of her mask, which is otherwise painted with actual gold. her hair has been done up with ringlets, in the fashion she has often worn and has helped popularize over the years.

"they won't let us play like savages here," he explains to the person next to him — for all of the tension he held in his body since the attack on the queen and the weeks that followed, at the very least, the sports part of the event was something that could serve as a distraction (best not to think that if there is anyone lurking around, that is exactly what they'd like). the downside is that his companion would get unnecessary explanation about something they may have not even asked about. neverthless, royce's hand goes to the belt around his hips. "we'll hold onto this and try to flip one another. once the other is on the ground, that's it. no real danger."