A glorious day this was. The sun beamed down over the green grass. Castle Couronne stood tall over the grounds. Her home and pride and joy as she walked through the tournament grounds. Beaquis's golden eyes bright and full of excitement as she moved towards the platform and make shift wooden throne where the few peasant workers were finishing up the final touches for her as she tossed each a bag of silver for their hard work, only to wave them aside.

"Shoo. Away from your Queen's throne." As they quickly moved over to the sideline area for the common folk. While the knights and nobles in their own circles on the grounds got their armor on she stood on the platform as her wings gave a soft flap as she happily spoke out.

"Welcome dearest noble people of Bretonnia! Friends and allies. I thank you for joining me this find day for a grand tournament and jousts for the glory of za lady! Three years ago, on this day when our beloved Bretonnia was besieged by the vile swamp mutants of the disgusting Mousillon. Where many of our friends, our knights and dames, heroically held the line against both their cutthroat brigands and their undead horde. We showed them that we would not join their ranks of the undeath. No we instead slew their disgraced Duke that thought his unholiness could be a match for chivalry. So on our lost friends' honor as they dine with the lady, we joust and train for the coming crusade when we finally take back Mousillon from those that feed on the suffering of the innocent to make sure that no evil dares to stalk our lands anymore!"

She took her wine tankard lifting it up as she happily "Glory to the lady! Let the tournament began!"

She set back on the throne as she took a sip of her wine as the knights were shifted through by the marshal, paired to be opponents as Beaquis overlooked the games.