#therebellioussolider

Pascella always did enjoy Jousts, she loved the atmosphere of the crowd and waiting with bated breath to see the outcome of a man galloping on his horse toward another, the anticipation of seeing whether they would be sent from the saddle and onto the dirt. The one thing she didn't enjoy was going to support her husband, or rather giving the impression she did. Having to tie a piece of silky ribbon around his lance as a token of her gratitude toward him as her King and a good luck gesture. It was all merely to keep the crowd happy of course, all of the Knights received a token from their beloved and eyebrows would be raised if Pascella didn't grant Deston the same. She knew her husband would much prefer it was Andromaque that showed him true devotion, and Pascella saw the harder Deston galloped with a fierceness only reserved for Millard Tyce when they were both up. Was it wrong for Pascella to hope Deston would be sent from his horse and injured? But then she would have to pretend she was physically upset about the whole thing, despite the entire court knowing they loathed each other and that the King planned to get rid of her.

But indeed it seemed luck was on her side today of all days, for who should be set soaring into the dirt as a lance shattered in his side, but Deston Winslow. Half of the crowd gasped with hatred for the apposing Knight whilst the other half roared with delight. Pascella had forgot herself for a moment and for her spirits verging on gleeful and clapping with the latter half of the crowd and a wide smile on her lips.

And then she realised. I'm not supposed to be laughing. What if someone had saw her? She gasped immediately and felt her face drop f all happy emotion and reached her hand behind her out of shock to grab something, it did not look good for a Queen to be laughing at her injured King. Deston would be informed immediately and she'd be gone all the quicker. It just so happened the thing she put her hand on was not a pillar of wood or back of a bench but a man's arm. Startled by her lack of courtesy and sheer foolishness she hopped back and glance up quickly at the man who had, to her dismay, been watching her the entire time.

"Oh... Oh goodness, I'm so sorry!" She said quickly, wishing the ground would gobble her up already. She flt the crowds move to exit around her, the King had lost and it seemed Deston didn't want to play anymore, he was like a spoilt child when he didn't get his way. Some wine and food would be served for the onlookers up in the castle while the King of the North brooded over his embarrassment. But where did that leave Pascella?