Lyonel had an eager expression as he held the reins of his horse tightly whilst he moved about the Tourney grounds, his armor clinking whilst he casted a small glance at his opponent.

Lyonel urged his horse to trot up to the royal viewing stands, his eyes drifting upwards and locking onto her. A Princess of House Targaryen, a beautiful one at that.

Lyonel extended his lance upwards, his lips curving into a small smile. Lyonel tilted his head to the side before he spoke.

"Might I have your favor, to bless me with a win, my Princess?"