Fire and Sea

Six (editing)

Laenyll listens to the gasps with glee. Her Mothers cousin's shield shattered upon impact and he was thrown off the horse. She tries not to let the smirk work its way to her lips. She did try to warn him that he would in fact need the good fortune she had no plans on asking the gods to deliver. It served him right to speak down on her Mother. She's the Queen this Kingdom needed but the men had too much pride to bend their knee. The Iron throne will just have to be pursued by someone who would make them show their loyalty they bet their manhoods on.

Laenor gives her hand a squeeze beckoning her to look his way. He leans in closer, his free hand hovering to shield his mouth.

"Do you want to go for a swim later? There weren't too many waves out today." he whispers, a hopeful grin on his face.

Her hand tightens around his, "Yes!"

As soon as she returned at her brother's side late yesterday, the ache in her chest was long gone. As anyone can imagine, they haven't separated since the late hours. Too afraid the other would disappear in sight.

"I reckon that I can hold my breath longer than you, my dear brother." Laenyll challenges.

He narrows his eyes onto her, "I have the sea in my lungs, you cannot beat me."

Laenyll giggles quietly, leaning her head briefly to his shoulder. Their conversation was cut short by the drums sounding off again. They quickly straighten their shoulders, bringing their attention to the grounds. A new line of knights march forward, she presses her hand against her thigh to the rhythm of the applause.

"Prince Daemon of House Targaryen, Prince of the City, will now choose his first opponent!"

She can't help but learn slightly forward in her seat. Finally, a real knight is here. Her hand drifts right back to her necklace, a soft smile on her lips. Daemon gallops out on his black stallion, his helmet low. She felt a heated gaze from her left belonging to none other than Rhaenyra. Trying not to look her way proved almost as hard as trying to knock Daemon's sword out of his hand during the early hours of his teaching.

Laenyll watches carefully as her teacher points out his next challenger. When she takes note of the flag on his armor, she can't help but subtly shake her head. This is going to be a pleasure to see.

"For his first challenge, Prince Daemon Targaryen chooses Ser Gwayne Hightower of Oldtown, eldest son of the Hand of the King."

The name brings a buzzing feeling to Laenyll. By her brother's mouth, Ser Gwayne was to be her betrothed in the upcoming future. He apparently heard their parents discussing it from their Father's latest meetings. Now, Gwayne is a fine man and even more so a great Knight but he had one flaw she couldn't really overlook...he's a Hightower.

Laenyll wanted to turn around towards her parents to give them a knowing look. Her distaste of the Hightowers wasn't exactly unknown but she would not go around parading it until she became a knight to Daemon's standards and the kingdom's. She feels Daemon's gaze turn in her direction. Knowing him, she could say he was staring at the Father of the Knight he's about to challenge.

Right off from the beginning they charge towards each other. Her heart jumps in her chest when Gwayne hits Daemon causing him to lean back harshly on his horse. Her tongue flickers over her lips. New sticks are placed in their hand and they charge again. Laenyll's eyes never leave the rider of the black steed. She watches as he positions the stick in front of the horses hooves, making Ser Gwayne tip over and crash towards the ground.

Laenyll sucks in a sharp breath. She didn't expect Daemon to do a move like that this early on. But then again, this was Daemon. Despite the victory, she frowns. The horse didn't make any indication of getting back up to its feet. The frown only disappears when after a few seconds the horse makes its way back on its feet.