five years and lifetimes ago... Who: Elia, Myrwin, Prosperyn Martell, Jaehaerys Targaryen, possible cameos by NPC!Paegon, etc. When: Five years ago Where: A tourney at Summerhall Rating: PG-13 for general Martell-ness Status: OPEN
The tourney at Summerhall was being held by Lord Baratheon, a tribute to the newly rebuilt hall and a celebration of Paegon the Just's 15th year of rule. Summer was not in full swing, the days still warm rather than hot and the nights just holding an edge of cold. Noble houses, Great Houses, countless hedgeknights had converged on the town and castle, bringing with them tradesmen, craftsmen, armorers, traveling blacksmiths, troubadours, jongleurs, and inevitably some camp followers. There were ale merchants, wine merchants, puppetteers and dancers. It was reckoned to be a great success perhaps even equal to the last legendary tournament held centuries ago before the castle had been destroyed by the last dread experiment in reviving a dragon. But the dragons were long gone and the Targaryen dynasty firmly in place, the land at peace and the people enjoying a time of plenty.
Elia's fifteenth name-day had dawned bright and clear and she was still elated with the sheer joy of being at a grand tournament, too elated to even remember to be exhausted from the previous night's dancing and drinking. The breezes blew the penants of the great houses and lesser houses, all the nobility of Westeros seemed to be gathered for this. The pavilions were a thousand colors, dancing with as much delight as she felt in the beauty of the day. She was fifteen today, dressed in a gown of red touched with gold that looked like a real gown a grown lady might wear, and approved by Aeria. But the day was not going quite as beautifully as she had antcipated, despite her beautiful gown and the perfect day...
Heedless of her Septa's cry of alarm and still dancing on air, Elia had dashed off and been swept up on horseback by Ser Brendyn of Bronzegate for a delightfully mad gallop around the pavilions and nothing more- he didn't want to risk her sister's wrath most likely- and now she was being hauled across the green lawn to the Targaryen pavilion where Aeria, Myrwin and Paegon and Jaehaerys too for all she knew, were probably going to lecture her and take away some present or maybe forbid her from attending tonight's dancing. She let her Septa drag her along by the arm until she saw the Targaryen pavilion ahead. Elia broke out of the long-suffering lady's grip and ran into the shimmering red and black tent.
"Myrwin! Say I can go to the dancing tonight! Please!" she begged, realizing only belatedly that her goodbrother the king was present and hastily dropping into a courtesy which Paegon waved off with an amused smile. "Your pardon, majesty! Really, I didn't mean...." but there was too much at stake and if Paegon had her beheaded, that at least would get her wretched life over with if she couldn't even be dancing or missed being Queen of Love and Beauty on her own blasted name day... "Only you can't really punish me for it, can you? We just rode through the grounds!"