who: Daven, ? where: Summerhall, the courtyard when: August 21, afternoon status: OPEN rating: PG
He had won the joust and been honored by Prince Rhaeys' daughter with her fragile flaxen beauty. It had been a moment worthy of a lord of the Arbor, but the jest was on all the court it seemed. Daven had traded his gold and silk for a tunic of simple black linen brocade, in the faint hope that the summer heat would be less stifling if the black was in some lighter material.
Despite the mourning period, the court managed itself well enough. There were more games of cards and quiet lunches taken among friends true, but that was not entirely unwelcome. It left everyone with more time to seek out quiet and... discreet amusements. He whistled as he handed his horse off to the stable boys and headed out across the courtyard toward the castle. Truely, there really was something to be said for a quieter court.