During the Jousts- the Stands
Elia watched in the stands as the jousting continued, keeping a jug of sweet red near at hand. Myrwin rode with his usual fierceness, and she smiled faintly when she heard his laughter after a few of the tilts but she couldn't help the tight clench of her stomach each time he or Jaehaerys entered the lists. They were both brilliant riders and swordsmen but things could slip and it terrified her even as much as it was a delight to watch them play at the games they so enjoyed. She felt suddenly very unlike the princess of Dorne and more like the child who had watched uncomprehending as her mother's funeral proceeded in front of her.
"Princess, look... they will be meeting soon," young Myriah Allyrion whispered. Elia thought a prayer to the Mother and smiled brightly but looked over toward her sister. Aeria graced her with a reassuring look as the opponents took the field. Elia took the opportunity to take another long drink of wine.
"Well this at least will be a match worth watching," she said flippantly. And poured another glass of wine.