The bustle and cheers of a good tourney always knew how to bring out the most presumptuous of men, the overly confident ones mostly fell first and the skilled ones excelled. This, of course, showed when Rhaegar won the joust by defeating four knights of the Kingsguard.

You watched as the Prince rode up to where you were sat, a smile pulling at his lips as he halted in front of the watching stands — much to Robert’s dismay, who watched with an unamused expression. “For the Queen of Love and Beauty…” Rhaegar said, laying a crown made from blue winter roses upon your lap.