Winning the Joust. Crowning the Queen of Love and Beauty.
His heart was racing and he felt as if he could best the whole damned world. He had won. He was Prince and champion. He tore the helmet off and raised it to the cheering crowd.
A page held up the crown of flowers and Jaehaerys took it gently. He gave a cursory glance around at the assembled ladies of the court and ignored his mother's pointed look to where a certain Baratheon girl sat and lighted on the form of a certain Hightower. His horse moved to the stands. The Queen of Love and Beauty was supposed to be the most beautiful girl present...
He grinned as he came to stop in front of where his family sat. His eyes met Elia's and he inclined his head- the picture of a humble knight asking his chosen lady's favor. "My lady, your beauty outshines the sun's." Rather a joke to say before the Sun himself. "Would you honor us by accepting this tribute?"