𝐒𝐞𝐱 & 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐞 - [GirlxGirl]

The Guest Towers

CHAPTER♢SEVENTEEN

That evening, the jousting competition was over and the champion was the knight of flowers with double the blow he'd given—and with more than twenty-thousand men that came amongst the several houses loyal to the crown, it was beyond difficult to keep up, my feet were sore, my knees felt to be bleeding inside, my arms burned from so much carrying around and a mind that was often thinking out on what I've just witnessed at the jousting sight. It was the man in the white owl cape, surely he must've sworn his sword to the Mertyns and seemed to get along with the knight of flowers in the feasting hall quite well. As the evening came to an end, when the nightfall grew bright and dimmed the room into a flickering fire of laughing shadows, the music became less festive and more quiet, a few men had left to rest but there was still much to do, much to go to, much men to feed with deserts of lemon cakes, lime pies, sweeten rolls, blood cakes and all sorts.

A gold dome stood high over us, the feasting had taken place at a larger hall, the floors were covered in narrow velvet carpets over black marble stone floors with details into it like small white thunderbolts sprawling all over, the entrance doors were twenty feet tall at the least, with two lion heads as knobs over two heavy copper doors engraved like wooden work—and took four men to fully push them open. It was a hall I have never seen before during my stay in the keep, and it was evident neither did the King had been here often unless necessary. The hall itself was so large it almost seemed as if giants built the place, everything felt big, everything felt like someones eyes was looming over everyone, but nothing in here spoke Lannister nor Baratheon—only Targaryen, it must've been too large to redecorate, or mayhaps they've given up and had decided to let it be as it is, all with pilasters on a black base and archways lined with gold and copper fire pit bowls enameled of strange yawning beasts, like snakes swirling around the brim. Dragons. "You damn idiot!" his voice boomed, reverberating across until it reached the ends of the hall catching a few men's eyes, but all had too great of a time to continue watching and resumed feasting, but I kept my eyes fixed at the king with a face flustered red behind his black beard and a young boy of long blond hair scattering rags and wiping Robert's clothing "Go!" he booms again "Go fetch some more wine!" he commanded, the blond boy nodded quickly and right away spun on his heel with a swoosh of his cape and barged passed me until his feet made it into a fast run towards the doors.

"Poor boy, Gods be good to him" Revena prayed under her breath as she shook her head, enough for me to over hear as she came up and sat the basket of sweet bread on the table "I could tell the boy is trying his best to not upset his cousin's husband" she adds, sitting the bread on the ceramic platters once I had sat them for others to quickly take. Cousin?

"Is that the queen's cousin? The frightened boy?" I asked curiously.

"It's Lancel Lannister" replied Helena once she came back from feeding tables their deserts, she reached her hand into the basket but Revena was quick enough to slap her hand away before she could grab anything "I heard he's Kevan Lannister's boy" she says again, rubbing the back of her hand and sits to rest, her forehead marbled with sweat. It was easier to sit and enjoy the feast in a room filled with fire everywhere to light up the tall hall, but walking here and there felt like the sun itself was inside the room beaming down on us. I then saw the young boy rush back in, with Robert already holding his goblet up and served carefully, the boy assuring he doesn't make that mistake anymore, once served, he stepped back and held the flagon close to his chest, as if afraid to accidentally have it slip from his fingers again, frightened he did look, shaking like a stray dog. "I swear it, all Lannister's look alike, do they not?" asks Helena, observing the blond boy and the boy noticed, not moving a muscle but only his eyes, and as always Helena gave a seducing smile but the boy immediately looked away "If you stare at him long enough, you can see a young Jaime Lannister. . .strange" she says.