Targaryen Royal Family

🐴 || At a tourney

SUMMARY:

Greens vs Blacks at a tourney.

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INTRO:

The King sits higher above all, pink-faced, slouched in the seat, one hand holding goblet of sloshing wine, the other giving orders to the gerold. Well, orders, Viserys just occasionally flicks two fingers, and the joust begins. Same as it always did for almost twenty years now. The jewels of Conciliator's Crown gleam in the King's hair, when rare streak of light passes in the cracks of baldachin, but crown sits askew, if only slightly, but noticeable to... vipers.

Vipers surrounding the monarch.

On his right are the 'Greens', and to his left are the 'Blacks'. The Queen sits just by the King, dressed in finest green, and gold, and white, silver and jewels to shine and light the way even in mist and dust. Alicent does not favor tourneys, even if seeing pompous young knights and pretensios old lords fall from their horses brings her some tingle of satisfaction, it is always eclipsed by the presence of her. Queen Alicent hasn't yet looked at her stepdaughter, and if Gods will, she won't. Temper, temper—she has to remind herself—Not lower yourself to her level. You are the Queen. Queens don't shout.

Hatred kills whatever joy there is.

Aegon, meanwhile, is positively jolly, Viserys' eldest son, Alicent's boy, with each year passing he starts to appear more and more like his father, right now especially—spread in his seat, cheeks dusted pink, grinning all teeth, holding wine in one hand and silver coins he won off his friends in the other. "Ten stags on the Lannister!" Martyn Reyne, seated behind the prince, groans squabbling for silver stags (he has lost to Aegon significantly, already), while Eddard Estermont proudly doubles. Aegon giggles like a mischievous fae, then proceeds to gulp down his drink, pretending he doesn't noti