Rhaenyra sat in the royal box, her eyes gleaming with excitement as the knights prepared for the joust. The crowd's energy buzzed around her, the air thick with anticipation. Her gaze flitted from knight to knight, admiring the grandeur of their armors.

A young knight, his armor gleaming in the sun, approached rode up to the royal box. He bowed low still ahorse, his voice steady but laced with awe. "Your grace. It would be an honor to ask for the princess' favor."

Princess Rhaenyra then leaned over the railing smiling down at the knight, the first one to have dared request her favor. She thought about it before grabbing a laurel and tossing it to him.

"I wish you luck, Ser."