dragonprince (ex_dragonpri265) wrote in awod, @ 2009-12-24 23:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | elia martell, jaehaerys targaryen, lyanora stark, myrwin martell, week 1 |
The First Evening
Who: Jaehaerys Targaryen, ?
What: The feast, featuring a contest of singers
Where: The Great Hall
When: May 1, evening
Status: Open to everyone for maximum drunken embarrassment.
Rating: PG
Note: Seating arrangement for the High Table: Rhaeys | Elia | Elix | Jaehaerys | Aeria | Myrwin | Lyanora
Jaehaerys watched the nobles filling the hall with only passing interest. His mother was in her element across the room, busy charming the breeches off an envoy from Myr. The trade negotiations would be going in Sunspear's favor before sunrise, unless Jaehaerys missed his guess. He turned his attention to matters nearer to hand- the empty seat to his right was set for Elixabet Stark, the silent daughter of his new Hand- Jaehaerys stifled a sigh. Not for the first time he wished the Starks had left the younger daughter. The evening would have held the promise of far more entertainment if it had been little Genna sitting at the high table. The difference between the sisters was startling, and he was not certain it showed the elder off to her advantage. It was an unfortunate trick to be showed up by a maid of seven.
At least Elia was present, and only to the other side of the Stark girl. It was to have been Rhaeys' seat, but his uncle seemed to have decided the company might go easier if Elia was tasked with speaking to the somber Stark. Jaehaerys did not share his uncle's optimism about Elia's inclination to deal with any Stark, no matter how lovely, but she was certain to deal more easily than Rhaeys who had shown a disinclination to society since the riots which had chased him from his home... he knew the people had not yet forgiven him, and worse Jaehaerys feared his uncle had not forgiven himself. Aenyris was absent yet again, still treating the keep as if it were ready to strike her down at any moment. That was going to have to end, and it was not an argument he looked forward to.
Jaehaerys cleared his head of such thoughts and took a long drink of his wine. The first of the singers were preparing to the side, and the pages were attempting to finish the place settings. He offered a quick prayer to the gods that a minimum of singers would choose The Hound and the Princess- for all that they were honoring House Stark and the new Hand tonight, all the songs about House Stark were so cursedly sad it would be far too depressing to hear them all night. He had spent every night before his coronation listening to the new songs of his own deeds and hymns to his father- it was enough to make a man long to hear the damn Rains of Castamere.
Perhaps he could convince Myrwin to demand The Bear and the Maiden Fair later on, if he offered him a few cases of raki.