afternoon- at the joust
Jaehaerys watched a green-apple Fossoway ride against a Clegane. The Fossoway boy was as green as the apple on his shield and his opponent massive... this wasn't going to end well. A few moments later the air rang with the clash of metal and splintering wood as the apple was sent flying.
While the lad was helped to his feet and more carried than helped off the field, the pages finished adjusting Jaehaerys' own armor. He had written well in a couple tilts already but as the field was narrowing, one opponent had rung out rather than face the crown prince and he hoped no others made that choice. It was annoying. He ought to have ridden anonymously, he supposed, but that tact worked better at tourneys where there was no royal presence.
He turned away from the lists and began making his way to where his own mount waited. He would win this field, he promised himself.