The morning was going slowly as everyone recovered from the revelry of the previous night (or the very early hours of the same morning in Jaer's case). He didn't have to joust until much later, though he would have a bout in the swords sometime early in the afternoon... Jaehaerys listened idly to the chatter of the family and random bits of conversation drifting in from passersby outside the tent. It was nice to be out of the city for a while, and better to be with most of the family close by. He hoped he would win the joust, although he figured he'd need to pick a Queen of Love and Beauty. There was a Hightower girl who was lovely...
Jaehaerys looked up startled as Elia darted through the open panels, a plaintive and frantic note in her voice. The slip of courtesy... he glanced at his father and grinned. Paegon looked amused rather than affronted- but then he didn't worry about discipline with Elia. That was Aeria's task. Jaehaerys wished his father would be as lax with him as he was with his aunt sometimes.
"Yes, Uncle, whatever should the punishment be for a maid of five-and-ten running off with a young knight unchaperoned?" he asked, sitting up with the lazy ease of youth and indolence. "She is supposed to be a young lady now, isn't she?" his tone was sardonic and he hoped Elia rose to his taunting. "One with manners, who would wish her brother and nephew good luck in the lists and remember her king? Although I grant you it would help if she didn't look quite so much like a tentpole..."
"Jaehaerys," Paegon said quietly with an expression that suggested he would have rolled his eyes if he wasn't trying to be regal.