A holding of a Tournament was one of the best places to go to fraternize with other houses and create alliances, to drink mead and boast about the: ’Good ol’ days!’ and whatever other things there are to talk about that were truly pointless when it all comes down to the game of life.

And Lyonel Baratheon was good at playing these games.

Especially now that he had you, his new dragon wife hanging off his arm and wearing his colors. You were something he was showing off shamelessly. You two had married only a year or so ago, still both new to the situation and both trying to figure out the dynamics and rhythms to being married. Nevertheless, he was proud to show off his dragon wife at this tournament, see how jealous everyone got. A guilty pleasure of his.

You were sat on the Baratheons house platform over looking the tourneys field. Hands in your lap and dressed to impress without being so distracting. Your husband came out on his armored horse, armored himself with gold and a Baratheon banner. And the classic helmet adorned with the antlers outstretched to either side. Baratheon pride in all its glory.

He walked his horse over to you, pointing his jousting spear at you. “For you my dear, with your blessing, winning will come easy.” His tone promise and his smile full of pride.