Who: Tyronne Lannister and OPEN When: Afternoon, after the joust Where: Summerhall, sunny and outdoors What: Tyronne's reading and reflecting Rating: PG Status: Can either be open, or a standalone post
It had been a busy few months. In that time, Tyronne had seen his older brother become a member of the Kingsguard - an honour that also helped to clear House Lannister's name of the suspicions cast on them by the assassination attempt on Myrwin Martell. Of course, that change now made him the heir to Casterly Rock. It hadn't been an honour Tyronne had wanted. Being the heir involved considerably more responsibility.
Still, it had been a kinder fate than what could have happened. House Lannister could have been disgraced and declared guilty of treason, and Toria executed for the attempted murder of a man she had been trying to protect. Not that Tyronne was naive enough to think it was entirely kindness on Jaehaerys' part that put Tybalt into the Kingsguard. Oh, he was certain that his friendship with the young King and his father's friendship with the late King Paegon had counted for something in that decision. Still, it was definite power-play to take a man's heir away like that, no matter what the honour being bestowed was. It left Tyronne with more responsibility than he had ever wanted, but he wisely held his tongue. It wasn't a reasonable thing to complain about.
Tyronne was supposed to be courting one of the Baratheon girls, but he'd had no opportunity to do so. Given the rumour of Aenyris' hand possibly being offered as a prize to the winner of the current tourney, he had entered. She was quite beautiful, and now that he was the heir to Casterly Rock, it was a more plausible match. The tourney also gave him a way to keep his skills sharp, although it was mainly swordsmanship where he shone. He was quite average with a lance, although he had done well today. He had not been easily unhorsed, and he fought better on the ground than on horseback anyhow.
At the moment, he had a nice secluded spot to himself to read. Tyronne valued time to himself more than interacting with the excited spectators. The sun was shining brightly, but there was shade if one didn't want to be directly in the sunlight. He turned a page idly, pausing when he heard footsteps nearby.