#laurentremes

At least, he’d admit to himself, that there was some kind of relief to see the familiar face that roamed along the outskirts of the tourney grounds. Sure, there was a bit in him that felt some certain caution, but between having to be forced to join an event to have them witness his famed mettle in combat, or having to be dragged along yet another hunt, Cid was better off being out of sight. But to see Lord Branwell again was an easy goad ———— that maybe, he’s doing right by Old Bayer with his constant nag that he… should just go. After all, having to have dined with the other some weeks ago was an ease into being less rigid on his end. Maybe.

          “ ————  please don’t tell me you came here all by yourself. Again.”

“… you will not regret it. i promise you.” he read the letter aloud, and though the scroll didn’t bear the sender’s name, he had a vague idea of who it could be. only one person he knew could sound that arrogant on text. “full of himself, don’t you think?” he cooed to the puppy he held in his arms. he was raising a few guard dogs to keep posted in his room so they’d been taking a chunk of his time lately. 

he had a fortnight to think about the invitation, though. he knew it was a bit of a risk, venturing out to meet someone anonymous, who demanded his time. it could easily be an assassination attempt; theseus had gotten many discreet and often suspicious letters from “secret admirers” promising similar things. he decided he’d see for himself the day of, if laurent came with good intentions. when it came time to see the caravan, he dressed his best and sneaked away from the tight supervision of his two wards. in retrospect, it would have been safer to have them come along regardless of who he was meeting, but theseus wanted the full experience of a midnight rendezvous---secrecy and all.

      Why he’d even agreed to be part of this jousting tourney was beyond him. He vaguely remembered a bet amongst the knights of Medes on their way over, although they had been drinking more than their fair share during their travels, and he somehow ended up volunteered as one of the participants.He wasn’t even competitive, a fact that seemed to make zero difference as he was set up for the first rounds. Luckily, he knew well enough how to handle himself astride a horse, but he was vastly more interested in watching his competitor’s matches. It was the only reason he bumped in to the Prince of Valtolia, head immediately dipping in a nod of respect.

“I must say, m’lord, you’re certanly putting on a show out there in the ring.” Of course, the armour the other wore, shined to perfection left his own looking downright terrible, but he doubted it would make a difference in th elong run. You won, or you lost. “I hope I get the chance to cross lances with you myself.”

The tourney was the perfect opportunity for everyone to actually relax and have fun. That’s what Rajakavi hoped it would be, an opportunity for he and the people in the court to unwind, and also hopefully make more connections in other kingdoms. The possibility of establishing more connections is what made it most enticing, if he was being entirely honest.

The crown prince was dressed in his armor, all except his helmet, his meticulously styled hair on full display. He was making the rounds, when he came across Cato, the master of coin. Rajakavi moved swiftly, standing proudly before him and offering him a bright smile. 

“Hello, Lord Branwell,” he greeted, “I hope you’ll be watching my match later on.” 

He studied him for a second, his eyes landing back on his. “Are you going to be partaking in any of the events? I would love to be there to cheer on one of our own.” 

at  the  moment,  it  is  january  in  metia  !!  we  figured  it’d  be  easier  to  set  the  rp  a  month  prior  to  the  current  time.  so  it  is  winter  and  most  of  the  mainland  is  experiencing  the  cold  and  winter  !!