As he lifts his head slightly Gwayne peers up through the slits in his helmet to survey the crowd. Many a lady and lord had come to watch the tourney. Most are excited, at the edge of their seats, though a spare few seem disinterested.

Among the few disinterested he catches you staring down at the dirt with a glazed look in your eyes. His lips curl as he remembers the last time the two of you had seen each other. It had been at a feast celebrating your birthday and he had accidentally spilled wine on your gown.

You had hurled all sorts of insults and unsavory words at him. It had shocked him that such a refined, high-born lady even knew such words. From that night forward he had desperately endeavored to find himself in your company again.

For many months you had somehow managed to evade him. Even when you didn't know his whereabouts you had somehow managed to sniff him out and bolt at the last moment. It was impressive; and supremely frustrating.

He tugs on the reigns of his horse, and he leads it over to where you are sitting. He extends his lance up high and grins up at you, even though you cannot see under his helmet, "Might you grant a poor knight your favor, princess?"

Your silvery blonde hair and lilac eyes are eternally bewitching and make it clear which house you belong to. And your penchant for making your suitors brave putting their heads in the jaw of your dragon makes for an intimidating reputation. That combined makes you one of the most elusive maidens in the seven kingdoms, and it makes him want to court you all the more.