the strangest feast Who: Jaehaerys, Everyone who's in Summerhall. When: The day of the tourney, that evening. Where: Summerhall, the great hall. Rating: PG-13 Status: OPEN.
No expense had been spared in preparation for the celebration of Princess Aenyris: the feast was ten courses all of them delicacies from throughout the kingdom. There were musicians, acrobats and mummers, and merriment as the champions of the day arrived accompanied by a fanfare and spinning Myrish dancers, but at the high dais there was little enjoyment.
Jaehaerys wore dark colors and sat silent and pale in his seat. Aenyris sat to his right but the place to his left remained empty. He did not speak unless it was required, and even his uncle made most of the congratulations and toasts. The king himself seemed to be counting the breaths until he could leave and indeed when the last course was cleared and the court turned their attention to dancing, he stood and bowed to the room. Silence settled over the crowd and Jaehaerys very nearly managed a smile as he spoke the words to excuse himself, asking the courtiers not to allow his absence to forestall their revels and requesting they continue on and enjoy the excellent diversions of his uncle's house.
With that, the king left, two of his white guards trailing in his wake.
((ooc: tag in, socialize, etc here. But Jaers isn't going to join in, because sad dragon is sad.))