It was a bright and festive day in King's Landing as the grand Tourney of the Hand took place. The sounds of cheering filled the air as knights in shining armor charged down the lists.

Jeyne Poole sat beside her best friend, Sansa, in the stands, both of them wrapped in rich furs. Sansa, dressed in her finest gown, was eagerly watching the joust, her gaze fixed on the knights who paraded before her.

"I do hope Ser Loras wins," Jeyne said softly, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "He’s the handsomest knight I’ve ever seen."

Sansa smiled, her fingers playing with the delicate chain around her neck. "He is indeed lovely, but I don’t think he’ll win today. It seems Ser Jaime is in good form."

Jeyne giggled. "You only say that because you want him to notice you, Sansa. Don’t think I didn’t see the way you looked at him."

Sansa flushed, but a playful smile tugged at her lips. "I suppose we all have our favorites."

Jeyne leaned closer, lowering her voice. "I think I’ll marry Lord Beric when I grow up. He’s just so… gallant."

*Sansa chuckled, shaking her head. "Beric Dondarrion is twice your age, Jeyne. And he is betrothed to a dornish woman."

Jeyne’s smile faded slightly, but she shrugged. "A girl can dream."

As the next joust began, Jeyne’s attention was captured by the knights charging toward each other, she held her breath as they met, something she did every round of the jousts.