Who: Anyone, everyone When: day 62, evening Where: Elia's chambers Rating: PG-13 (but maybe higher, depending on what hijinks ensue...) Status: Open to anyone who would show up for parties
Without much in the way of court entertainments, the younger nobles had taken to having their own revels. If you could call them revels. More like tame family gatherings, to Daryon’s eyes. Perhaps with a little more wine, though, the Northron maids might get interesting… The Arryn girl might be especially lovely with some softening. And Ember Baratheon was always entertaining, and ornamental to boot.
Princess Elia’s chambers were alight with candles and music, a lively tune keeping a set of dancers moving through the center of the room, skirts swirling and steps unsteady from too much wine. Laughter rang out as one lady bumped into another’s partner and all three nearly went down. The music kept on and so did they once balance was regained. Daryon Uller’s hand rested on the hilt of his dagger though he laughed along with the rest and kept his mind mostly on the tale Deziel Hornwood was telling. This court was not a place to lose track of your weapons.
At least nothing had dampened his princess’s love of parties. Cards and dice were out, and there seemed to be a goodly supply of wines from Lys. Her uncle must have made her a present of them, Daryon reflected. Elia herself was not yet in attendance but she did prefer to make an entrance, though her absence was not hampering the spirits of the revelers.
Daryon glanced at his friends. "Deziel, tell a new tale. I would love to hear just how it is that you came back from that ride with Lady Emberlei looking so amused."
"Forget the Baratheon, I'd far rather hear what you're going to do about that Tyroshi that's kicked you out of the princess's bed." Ser Erryk Dalt smirked. "Not that our princess is exactly constant but a Tyroshi? Did you lose your manhood in that last duel with Ser Arthur?"