when … april 5th — opening night of the tourney. where … house targaryen's tent. who … @ecinoes, for agriva.
he eventually makes his way through the sea of incorrigible small talk and well-meaning banter to settle next to agriva, closer to the king. the evening has died down, some. his brother is entertaining a woman that vharyn, at this point, knows he should recognize, but does not. he sinks into his seat, hands folded over his stomach, and watches the room : servants flitting to-and-fro, carrying pitchers and cups in, dishes out, the roast boar over the fire still smoking hours after the fact, up and through the gullet of the tent overhead. it smells pleasantly of burning wax and heavy herbs. when he leans heavy onto his right side to speak with her, the wood of the chair creaks with the motion. if there's anything to be gleaned from her expression, the hand of the king won't be catching it. " well, " vharyn rasps, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth, like he can't help himself, " have you endured enough for the day? "
