Forget - me - not

Should have stayed in bed

"Wake up." Bella protested.

Daena could feel her bed being shook and the annoyance in Bella's voice grow.

"No one will notice if i don't get out of bed so why do it?" Deana spoke dramatically.

"Your mother will notice."

"So?"

"So, it is either me waking you up or your mother."

The princess sat up, "I don't want to go." A tournament was to be held that day.

Usually, they would be held to celebrate coronations or marriages or even recent conquests but that day there was no reason for it other than entertainment.

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"Saw the princess Daena yesterday." A northern knight spoke to cregan, desperately trying to make a conversation.

He was met with a slight hum from the lord, irritated at the name. It had been two moons since the dispute with Lord Baron and every time he saw Daena he was met with glare.

"She seems sweet." The man said.

"Like a lemon." Cregan grumbled.

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Daena and Bella walked arm in arm up the stairs to the stand where the princess' family were sat. Bella had no right to be there, apart from the fact that Daena had exclaimed that if she was not allowed to be seated with her friend she would simply not show up.

The two girls strolled past Lord Stark and overheard his conversation with one of his men.

"You not competing Stark?" The knight asked.

He shook his head, "No, no."

"How come, scared of the competition?"

Cregan scoffed.

"Well lord Baron is competing today. You knocked him out good enough the other night, why not again?"

"I fight men on the battle field or when needed. Not for other's entertainment."

Daena and Bella sat down in their seats, giggling at the discussion they had just listened to.

"Gods he is so self righteous." Daena laughed.

After a while the tournament had finally begun, it started with a contest of strength and then accuracy. Finally after a long morning of clapping and pointless fighting, the jousting began.

Daena hated the thought of jousting, not because she feared violence, she couldn't care less about the men, but it was the horses she always worried for.

The event had began and the same knight that was talking to Cregan at the start of the day had came running up the stairs.

The two girls looked at each other with confusion. Then they conveniently felt a flush of hunger and made their way to the food table, standing as close as possible to the two northerners.

"Lord Dacre's injuries from this mornings events has left him bed ridden, meaning there is an uneven amount of men entering the jousting." The flustered man spoke.

"And you mean to tell me I should take the offer." Lord Stark said with a raised brow.

"Nooo." The man shook his head. "I mean to tell you that i have already said you will do it and your horse is being saddled as we speak."

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It was the last round of the day, two components against each other.

"Lord Stark of Winterfell." A voice boomed. "And Lord Baron of Claw Isle."

The air was tense as the two men came trotting in on horseback. Everyone in the arena knew of their past differences and wondered if the lord Stark would be able to defeat him once again.

Lord Baron strolled his way over to the balcony that held the royal family and called out, "princess Daena."

The princess rolled her eyes, then made her way over.

"I think i would enter this joust with a clear mind if i had your favour." He smiled.

The wreath was a bundle of forget me nots and lily of the vallies, two of the girl's favourite flowers. But this detail did not go unnoticed, for Cregan Stark had watched the girl chuck the flower ring to the lord and realised the blue flowers laced between the white ones were the very flowers she wore in necklace form the night he met her when they were just children. He also realised the forget me not flowers were also on the stitching of the dress she wore when he first arrived.

Amidst the thought he realised he had not yet asked anyone for their favour and decided on who to pick.

"Princess Heleana." Cregan called out.

The girls mind was someplace else when she was snapped out of her trance. She hadn't a clue on where to put the babe that rested on her lap as her wet nurse had disappeared. She then decided to place to child onto its fathers lap.

As her sister gave the lord her favour, Daena turned to look at Aegon. He sat with his child, not knowing what to do, with a displeased look on his face. Daena then forced a wide smile to indicate for the boy to look happy, he then responded with a sarcastic grin. Then as the princess turned away, Aegon looked to his wife as she skipped back to her seat and genuine happy smirk grew across his face.

The match then begun. As soon as it started, Lord Baron hit Cregans shield with his lance. Then they both rode around the wooden fence that separating them and they cantered at full force towards one another, Lord Baron, again, hit the Lord Stark but this time the northerner took a blow to the head.

As the two men fought on horseback, Sir Bors came up to Daena and Bella telling them about how Lewyn has suffered severe injuries from the previous joust. Instead of waiting till the end, the pair of girls decided to leave early to avoid crowds of people.

It was the two Lords third loop around the fence and at this point Cregan knew Lord Baron was sure to win. His extreme strive for winning and short temper lead the man astray, he held his lance tight and galloped towards his opponent. Thudding hooves were downed out by the sounds of gasps and amour crashing to the ground.

As the lord Stark unhorsed his opposition, he took off his helmet and looked up towards the princes, to find an empty seat. She wasn't there.

At first he felt pride, now he just felt embarrassed. He stared at the man rolling on the ground and realised he had belittled himself to Lord Barons level. 'Fighting should not be entertainment, your strength and power should not be wasted on amusement, only should it be used to protect.' His father's voice echoed in his mind.

Why did he do it?

Did he feel pressured? No. Did he feel as if his masculinity was on the line? Of course not, it was Lord Baron. As he sat focused on the empty chair, it was then when he realised why.

Why he felt he had to hurt Lord Baron when he spoke vile words about the princess. Why, as soon as he won the joust he felt the need to look straight at Daena. It was because he infiltrated every crevice of his mind.

And he hated her for it.

Authors Note
This was supposed to be a long chapter but i was busy. (I wasn't)