Re: At The Lists
Jaehaerys was sore and his armor was beginning to be less and less comfortable as the day wore on. He could swear it had gained a good hundred pounds, but his lance arm stayed steady and the competition remained difficult. He went to three lances several times but aside from the Lord Commander, he hadn't come close to hitting the ground himself.
He blinked even less comfortably than before when he saw his uncle's standard was coming nearer to his own. They'd be riding against one another before the day was out unless one of them fell to an opponent... Seven hells. He had no wish to ride against Myrwin.
The next tilt against a Manwoody went by like a blur with only a dull throb on his arm to tell him he'd been hit. Jaehaerys kept his focus away from the pain- a prince had a duty to win at least the jousting damn it.