The Dragon Of Harrenhal - H.S.

Prince of the city

"Prince Daemon of House Targaryen, Prince of the City, will now choose his first opponent!" The master of revels announced after a few more jousts happened.

The crowd cheered as Daemon rode in on his horse. On the other side of the track, all of the victorious riders sat on their own horses. Daemon looked all over and, eventually, he pointed his lance at one of them - a young knight, dressed up in green and carrying the sigil of the Hightower house. Beside Rhaenyra, Alicent tensed and Daella almost scoffed. Of course he would choose Gwayne Hightower of all people.

"For his first challenge, Prince Daemon Targaryen chooses Ser Gwayne Hightower of Oldtown, eldest son of the Hand of the King." The master announced and the crowd cheered again.

Once again, Rhaenyra was stuck sat beside a nervous lady, who liked to squeeze her hand as Gwayne and Daemon battled it out. Of course, this time, she was slightly more invested as well, secretly cheering on her uncle, but choosing not to show it in respect of Alicent's nerves.

Her friend only relaxed once her brother was unhorsed, but stood off the ground, seemingly alright. While Gwayne walked off the track, Daemon rode toward the royal box. Rhaenyra stood up to walk over to the edge of it and, of course, Alicent and Daella followed closely behind.

"Nicely done, uncle." Rhaenyra said once they were all close enough to talk.

"It was a good joust, uncle." Daella nodded.

"Thank you, Princesses." He smiled back at then, his eyes lingering over Rhaenyra for a while longer before turning toward Alicent next. "Now, I'm fairly certain I can win these games, Lady Alicent. Having your favor would all but assure it."

Alicent hesitated then. After all, Prince Daemon Targaryen had just asked for her favor after having unhorsed her own brother. Still, she turned away from him to reach for her wreath of flowers, avoiding her father's icy glare as she walked back toward Daemon.

"Good luck, my Prince." She said, letting her wreath slide down Daemon's lance as the prince nodded at her.

And, as it seemed, Alicent's favor did give Daella's uncle good luck. Apparently, even more than Daella's, considering it had been Daemon himself the one to unhorse ser Harwin. Daella did not mind, however. Uncle Daemon was a skilled fighter and he had won many tournaments before. He was the crowd's favorite to win this one as well. That is, of course, for the ones who were not cheering for the only other knight who seemed to be at the same level as the prince.

"Ser Criston Cole will now tilt against Ser Daemon Targaryen, Prince of the City!"

Their joust was the longest. They tried many times to unhorse one another. From beside Daella, Rhaenyra watched with eager eyes as her two favorite knights battled it out - her favorite uncle and her favored knight. In the end, it had been ser Criston the one to unhorse uncle Daemon.

Her uncle, of course, not one to take a loss lightly, asked for his sword and fought against Cole on the ground. Rhaenyra was holding her breath and Daella watched, almost mesmerized. She gasped once Cole threw her uncle to the ground and, beside her, Rhaenyra let out a breath of surprise as well. Daella watched as Daemon yielded and blinked in shock, not having expected anyone - especially not a mystery knight from the Stormlands - to defeat her uncle quite like this.

She turned around in her seat, seeking to check on her father's expression, but only when she looked around the box, she realized the king was, in fact, not anywhere to be found. Dread filled the pit of her stomach as she thought of only one reason as to why her father would be away from the tournament he had so eagerly organized.

"Rhaenyra." Daella called, the urgency in her tone causing her sister to finally snap her eyes away from the men in front of her to look at her sister instead. "Where is father?"

Frowning slightly, Rhaenyra also looked around, the same awful feeling making her own stomach flutter as she realized the situation.

"Mother."