belthasar has been conditioned to only be willing to make purchases under scant few circumstances — when something of his needs to be replaced , when something is a matter of survival , and , since jory was born , when it's something his son wants . it's a value he hopes to pass down to the boy , though based on his penchant for exploring bustling marketplaces , that particular lesson doesn't seem to have sunk in just yet . which he's fine to indulge for now , keeping an eye on jory at a distance as usual to give the illusion of independence — at least until the boy found something that caught his eye . tucked into a quieter place between stalls , the lord commander's attention is momentarily drawn by movement out of the corner of his eye . indigo hues slide over to @reignrbs , instinctively stepping to the side to make more room for them to , presumably , browse the wares . " do let me know if i am still in your way at all . " he says with a nod and slight , personable smile . " i am but a coin - purse today . " he clarifies after a beat , a hint of levity in his tone ; despite his generally stony countenance , it's a role he accepts without complaint .
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as the joust concluded , so do the vibrant festivities welcoming all to highgarden. many areas are still open to visitors , but now is time for the real work to begin. lead by king aedar , talks of peace begin with each ruling royal and their chosen companions. over the next few weeks they shall begin to involve the ruling nobles of each region who will be responsible for communicating with their vassals as they see fit.
only the fates know how this will go from here.
and just like that the event has ended !
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though the arena is still fraught with tension, it is nothing like the last final in winterfell. red and black flags of the targaryens fly high in the stands, the red and blue of the tullys occupying the other side of the stands, making for a clear divided expectation of what's to come. the joust begins with words from the ruling tyrell, well wishes for both that joust, though there are many that can't help but to think that with a favor of red and blue, the tyrells have chosen the lord tully to be the victor.
both ride into the arena to great cheers, the loudest that it's been the entirety of the joust, intense focus as brynden and rhaegar take their places. the round is shorter than anyone had expected, a well aimed lanced hitting the tully in the side and sending him flying from his horse.
it is the officials that rule the first round as invalid, divided amongst what could be considered an illegal hit, or if it was true. the jousters take their positions again, none sure what was going to happen next.
the next round ends with both jousters hit, both taking a lance to the chest though prince rhaegar manages to remain upright in his saddle, lord brynden tumbling back to the arena sands below. the officials rule this as a valid hit, declaring prince rhaegar targaryen the victor to mixed emotions.
prince rhaegar crowns his youngest sibling, princess pimchanok targaryen, as the queen of love and beauty for the tourney.
with the tourney now concluded, attentions shift to focus on the summit that's to follow, eyes now turning to the southern king that had brought them all to highgarden.
the fourth day of the joust commences with a change that no one saw coming. thus far, kai rogare had been sweeping the competition but an injury prevented his return, a familiar face riding into the arena in his stead.
match one
lord brynden tully rides against prince abraxas martell
with the first crack of lances against armor, it is clear the pair is evenly matched. multiple rounds yet neither find themselves unseated. it's the minute tense of muscle, brief that no one would have been able to have caught it that twitched the prince's horse to the side more than it needed to be, the lance of lord brynden finally catching him in the side and sending him to the sands below. there's a sudden silence in the arena as it takes longer for him to rise than anyone expects it to, the prince leaving the arena clutching his side with the maesters in tow. lord brynden tully has advanced to the final round.
match two
lord vorian dayne rides against prince rhaegar targaryen
the match goes faster than the first, though it was still a toss up as to who would emerge victorious. the first blow against the lord commander's chest is vicious, enough force to rock him back in the saddle yet remain seated, the second pass not giving the same result. slumped forward and unmoving, the maesters are called down to the pitch as the officials rule the win in prince rhaegar's favor, declaring the dayne medically unfit to continue in the joust.
lord brynden tully will ride against prince rhaegar targaryen bright and early tomorrow. will he be unseated by the prince again, or will the tullys have a new victory to celebrate ?
day three and the clear tension is felt throughout the air. no longer is this joust just a jovial way to pass time , but spectators have vested interests in the winner of each match. the bets are placed , the riders are set , and it's clear that the crowd favorites are set to ride today. will your favorite advance to the semi finals ? or shall they meet their end at the tip of another's lance ?
match one
kai rogare rides against prince sunwoo stark
a new fan favorite rides out to great fanfare , poised against the new prince stark. the bell tolls and the horse hooves set off , pounding against the sand. all is silent as the riders close the gap , a collective gasp filling the arena as prince sunwoo is unhorsed , kai's lance hitting dead center at his chest.
kai rogare advances to the semi finals.
match two
prince rhaegar targaryen rides against lord brynden tully
north against south has the crowd roaring before they even mount their horses. many anticipate a good match between the two , coming out to witness who they placed their bets on. but the dragon prince seems to have luck on his side , and perhaps skill , his lance hitting bryn's side while lord brynden's doesn't even leave a scratch.
prince rhaegar targaryen advances to the semi finals.
match three
lord darnell arryn rides against lord vorian dayne
not much can top the match of brother against brother , but yet the anticipation of the match fills the air. bets are evenly placed , and the men mount their horses to screams in their favor. when lord arryn's lance tilts to the right the match is lost, lord dayne striking his side and coming out entirely unscathed himself.
lord vorian dayne advances to the semi finals.
match four
victario of lys rides against prince abraxas martell
dornish pride is in full bloom for this match , many screaming for their last remaining prince in the tournament. the prince's own boisterous nature seems in full bloom , a stark contrast to the quiet and mysterious underdog found in victario. the riders set off at the sound , and the match is over as quickly as it started. victario is flung from his horse via the lance at his shoulder , prince abraxas suffering a shattering lance at his side but managing to remain atop his horse.
prince abraxas martell advances to the semi finals.
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"that's called a lapis lazuli," he nodded, gesturing to the blue flora that decorated the bushes just outside the castle, "they surround the grounds at brightwater keep, so much so that some ancestor chose to include them on our sigil." glancing back towards the garden entrance, he was pleased to note the lack of prying eyes, and therefore began to transition the conversation (albeit not entirely inconspicously). "the tyrell's may have good taste in vegetation, but i'm afraid their desire for peace comes easier in their dreams than here in reality - and i consider myself an optimist." he grinned, taking the opportunity to saunter just a bit closer to the stranger. reaching down, he snapped the green stem of the nearest flower and held it between them; the breed was practically given to the tyrells by the florents, he could do what he damn well pleased. "your name for the flower?"
ah, but of course he already knew. after all, a man with an agenda makes use of his connections. of his allies. and of his adversaries.
in the midst of the bustling market, cerlina's fingers danced along the glittering treasures adorning a merchant's stall, their heart thumping wildly as they beheld a small silver ring, its delicate band adorned with a mesmerizing sapphire. the ring, like a hidden treasure, held a mysterious allure that called to her very soul.
but destiny, ever mischievous, had other plans. with a fateful twist, the ring slipped from cerlina's grasp, twirling through the air like a playful sprite. its descent, guided by whimsical forces, led it on a journey down the market path. of course like any good samaritan, she followed closely behind it, cursing her luck as she knew the merchant would surely make her pay for it upon her return. jogging closely behind the trinket, she reached out with the intention of snatching it off the ground - until her head collided harshly with...a torso?
cheeks aflame, they straightened upright, bottom lip being tugged between two rows of teeth in an attempt to hide what they knew would be a not-so-apologetic grin despite the current throb of her forehead. "my apologies," she acknowledged, amusement evident in her tone, "it seems the ring has taken an interest in your footwear...and my head, you."
the second day of jousting begins in great fanfare, trumpets singing through highgarden in announcement for all to find their seats to be prepared for the next round. just as many, if not more people file into the arena. favors are presented proudly upon the armor of those that have advanced, but it seems new additions have been added to the tourney. those jousting were asked if they would mind being part of a double eliminations, those rounds the first to take place.
match one
lord connin chyttering rides against lady adrielle ironmaker
the lord previously knocked from the competition has returned to applause, once again seeking the favor of lady emira tyrell. it’s hoped that her favor can bring him better luck than before as he takes his place in the ring, lady adrielle asking of the favor of the high king himself, quellon greyjoy. the silence is thick as no response is given, the lady eventually turning from the crowd to set herself for the match. in a show that hadn’t been seen since the joust in winterfell, neither knights are victorious as both manage to piece the others armor — a hush falling over the crowd when blood appears on them both. the round is halted, the maesters declaring both unfit to continue when it is shown that severe injuries have been sustained. lady adrielle having been using an unapproved lance, sharper than most that has pierced lord connin chyttering’s side, and lady adrielle not properly fitted in her armor and taking a direct blow to the chest. neither advance to the next round.
match two
prince doran martell rides against lord auster oakheart
having already been given his favor, the prince searches for lord lannister in the crowd. lord auster follows in the steps of others before him, favor offered to the ruling lady of his region with a bow, accepted out of courtesy, before he takes his place. it was unevenly matched from the start, the power behind the lance of the martell prince far harder than that of lord auster’s, though in an attempt to even the playing field a jab is taken as they pass each other, one that none can see the affect of until after the officials have separated the two. a last volley finds the lance shattering upon lord oakheart’s armor, splintering into pieces with one lodged into his eye. prince doran advances to the next round, the maesters descending on him to treat the arm held limply at his side.
match three
lord qhorin drumm rides against mikael beesbury
when asked about a double elimination, the drumm had scoffed that he had nothing better to do. another kiss given to his cheek by lord lukas harlaw with more eyes rolled in the crowd as his horse is turned to the starting point. lord mikael beesbury, known for being a wild card in tourneys and not one that is bet upon unless feeling extremely lucky requests the favor of grand maester to the north, lady kaina upcliff. it is clear between the two who is more experienced, yet mikael makes an error in over correction. landing a blow that is too soft to send the drumm off his horse but enough to put himself off balance, qhorin strikes the beesbury in the shoulder and pushes him from the horse. qhorin advances to the next round, brushing off attempts from the maesters to look under his armor.
match four
prince jon stark rides against natarie algood.
none known much about the algood, a new knight to make her debut in her first joust. she seeks no one’s favor, the stark prince calling attention to the bright purple of the lady dayne’s favor resting against his chest. the match is doomed from the start, a false start on natari’s part before it begins — her lance swinging wildly as it isn’t held with a grip needed to be secured. a gasp rises in the stands as it smacks against the stark’s helmet, his own hitting the center of her chest and lifting her up and off of the horse. the prince advances to the next round, holding his head as he is lead away.
double eliminations
hours pass as the maesters work quickly to try to give ointments, salves, and bandages to those that need it. it is announced that lord connin chyttering and lord auster oakheart couldn’t be helped, both of them dying. lances have been switched out, horses watered, and rules of what is allowed and what’s not re explained before the next round begins.
match one
kai rogare rides against prince doran martell
it is obvious from how the prince is riding upon his horse that despite the maesters best efforts, the injury he sustained is still one that is troublesome. the volley is one that given past performances, no one expects to be over as quickly as it is. kai’s lance hits doran in the chest, doran’s numb arm proving to be a nuisance in trying to joust on his weaker side. kai rogare proves victorious to advance to the next round, while the prince is ushered to the maester’s tent once more.
match two
prince sunwoo stark rides against lord qhorin drumm
the luck that was on the drumm’s side thus far seems to have run out as the match begins, wide jabs of his lance not coming close to the new stark. it gives sunwoo opportunity to land a blow, unfortunate in that it hits in the same place the beesbury had struck and sends the drumm to the ground. prince sunwoo is declared the winner and sent to the next round.
match three
prince jon stark rides against prince abraxas martell
it was said that the maesters had not cleared the stark for the next round of the joust, woflish stubbornness having him back in the saddle despite the warnings. the two princes would seem evenly matched, this round of the joust one that stirs up the watching crowd to see who will come out on top. in the end, it is prince abraxas that is declared the winner, with the stark seemingly disoriented and off balance on his horse. it doesn’t take much for jon to be knocked from his perch, and abraxas advances without issue.
match four
victario of lys rides against lord timur blacktyde
another wild card match that no one can find themselves betting on. the observers are split down the middle as to who they think will win, iron born roaring in the crowd for their own in typical boisterous behavior. as the two get set, it is victario that lands a blow that has many wincing as timur goes down. the maesters are quick to swarm the arena to check over the blacktyde while victario is declared fit to move to the next round.
match five
aranya baratheon rides against lord vorian dayne
one of the sole woman riders that has not been knocked out of the competition, lady baratheon is the favorite picked by many to continue her winning streak. it is thwarted as her lance is off to the right upon her volley, the lord commander of dorne’s hitting her side. it’s enough to send her sprawling from her horse, thus ending her reign of victory. vorian is the victor of this round and entered for the next.
match six
darnell arryn rides against osric arryn
another hush falls over the crowd before it grows loud, eager to see two family members pit against each other. the elder with more experience, the younger having the aptitude to be one that could become a successful tourney knight in his own right. the round begins with the crowd loud enough that you can barely hear the thudding hooves of the horses, the sand in the arena clearing to show that osric arryn has been pushed from his horse. darnell arryn is made the winner and moved to the next round.
match seven
prince rhaegar targaryen rides against prince ryon martell
with more experience on his side, there is the thought that rhaegar will take the entirety of the tourney but there are still those that root for the underdog. three volleys, the most in the tournament so far, are taken as the pair seem to be evenly matched on strength alone. it is a flick of ryon’s reigns that lead his downfall, his horse stepping to the side on the last volley that allows a direct hit to his armor that throws him from the saddle into the sand. rhaegar is made the winner to move to the next round.
match eight
prince cregan stark rides against lord brynden tully
with no one expecting for cregan to not have been knocked out in the first round, the final match up is one that has everyone on the edge of their seats. one volley leaves a non declared victor, each man sitting high astride their horses, the second having a shattering sound filling the air. another lance has broken, prince cregan off his horse, but thankfully, declared to have not sustained any injuries as lord chyttering had. brynden tully is declared the winner.
