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(...General Pov)
The area around the tourney grounds would have been littered with tents of various houses such as the Tyrells, Royce, and Redwyne to name a few that housed the visiting lords but none more prominent than the Royal Family who were overlooking the field of the incoming melee with various emotions with one such being interest from the prince and king alike.
The Queen would be seen in a red dress with gold accents and around her neck would have been a gold necklace with a ruby in the middle enhancing her already unnatural beauty, at her side would have been the King who despite his figure gave off one of the most imposing presence in the realm, and he was dressed as a monarch should with a black doublet with gold accents.
The Banner of Lannister and Baratheon swayed in the wind—a representation of the Union between the current two powerful houses in Westeros. Naturally, with the two Monarchs, The princes wearing Lannister red, and the princess would have been in the tent wearing gold doublets with black accents representing the colors of House Baratheon.
The air within the tent would have been anything but regality as King Robert would have been indulging himself with wine while the Queen would have narrowed her Lannister Green eyes, her distaste at how her husband was carrying himself in the eyes of his subjects. The king, however, neither noticed nor if he did, hadn't cared about the glare of his wife.
"When is this blasted tourney about to start!" King Robert said, causing Tommen to jump in his seat and causing Cersei's glare to intensify before speaking, "The tourney shall start soon, my love, but remember it's your daughter's name day. Please don't make it about your desires," She reprimanded while comforting Tommen.
"Be quiet, woman; what do you know about my desires? Besides this is but one of my gifts for my Daughter." Robert replied sharply—the stench of the wine he was drinking heavily as he took another sip.
"Your desires only include whoring, drinking, and disgracing your family," Cersei said, not wasting the opportunity to chastise her husband hearing this, Joffrey stifled a laugh while Myrcella groaned.
"Watch it." He said, his voice cold as steel as he bore a glare at his wife and son, causing the latter to seize up in fear while Cersei herself turned to face her daughter.
"Your dress does look stunning, Myrcella, but I would have preferred if you had worn Lannister colors," Cersei said sweetly. "Someone needs to represent the Baratheon colors mother." She said softly, causing Robert to nod in approval.
"The girl is right, at least she has her eyes open to recognize that," Robert said before laughing and taking a swig of the wine in his cup while Cersei stared at Robert with hidden contempt.
"Let's just celebrate my dear sister's name day in peace, mother, and father," Joffrey asked as he was tired from the back and forth between them.
"Yes, please, can we just focus on the tourney? Where is Uncle Jamie, mother?" Myrcella asked.
"Kingslayer! Get in here!" Robert bellowed, causing the sudden clanking of iron to be heard as the Golden Lion of Lannister, with all his princely regality stood at the entrance of the tent, bowing upon entrance.
"Your Grace. Happy Name Day, princess. I hope the tourney will provide some needed entertainment." Jamie said smoothly.
The knight was dressed in the usual armor of the Kingsguard, his white cloak resting smoothly along his back, his lips curved upwards in its usual smile. Hearing this, Myrcella smiled politely, saying, "Thank You."
"I suppose you would be participating in the Joust eh Kingslayer?" Robert asked, his cup resting in his hand as Lancel, his cupbearer, filled it.
"Yes, Your Grace, hoping to crown the princess as the "Queen of Love and Beauty," a gift most Lady convey." He replied coolly.
"Expected no less from my Good brother…" Robert then takes a swig from the wine in his cup before sighing and looking the Kingsguard in the eye, "Where is your other brother and…son? The boy follows you around like a shadow so I expected to see him."
Hearing this, Jamie raised an eye, something that was shared with his twin. It's not every day for the King to ask about his brother and son.
The reaction, though, wouldn't have been lost on the twins as Lancel would flinch, Joffrey would scoff, and Myrcella would look down in worry.
"Tyrion should be arriving shortly, but as for Daemon, he isn't feeling well today, your grace," Jamie replied, causing Cersei to look at him with that same expression she held before; she had met the boy earlier, how could he have fallen unwell? Though it's not like she didn't mind it.
"A shame I wanted to meet your boy again. I like the lad, a fighter unlike my own, who chooses to hide behind his mother's skirts." He sneered at Joffrey who looked at his mother.
"I think-" She would have been interrupted by the appearance of Tyrion, who was walking without care with a box in hand, nodding at his brother and going towards Cersei, tiptoeing to kiss her cheek, which Cersei allowed.
"Your Grace." He said before bowing to the king, "You looked just like your mother when she was 10 and five, and hopefully, this gift that I shall deliver to you in the feast will make you even lovelier." He said motioning at the box which he would have kept with him.
"And where were you brother?" Cersei asked. "I was held up by someone of great importance and care my queen." He replied.
"So a whore?" Cersei said, causing Joffrey to chuckle and Tyrion to roll his eyes. "Let's go with that one sister." He said before taking his seat alongside them.
Jamie, seeing that everything was alright, would have turned to leave but was stopped by Cersei.
"Brother, stay with us and watch; it's important to keep the family close." She replied sweetly.
"Surrounded by fucking Lannisters he said under his breath. When the fuck is this going to start already!" He said aloud as he watched the knights enter the arena and luckily enough—the signal would have been heard as the trumpet was blown.
"Finally I was about to start pissing myself." He said without care, with Cersei looking at him with disgust at his words while Tyrion smirked.
"Who are you betting on to win your grace?" Tyrion asked. "Probably Clegane or Cobray. He does wield Valyrian steel, and he is skilled with it." Robert said as he was aware of Lyn's prowess since the war where he defeated Lewyn Martell of Aerys Kingsguard in the trident.
Oh, the trident—he still has dreams every night where he caved in the chest plate of that blasted dragon spawn! He wished he could enact that same scenario every single time but with more swings to the face this time around.
"Clegane? You mean the hound right, your grace?" Tyrion asked with worry as he stared at the king.
"No, the other one—The Mountain Who Rides. Oh, I wished I could have faced that large bastard in my prime," Robert said before sighing.
A cold feeling came over Tyrion as he began to search over the arena where he would see the large figure of the mountain wielding a longsword and a shield hid imposing might felt the more he gazed upon the man, but what most troubled Tyrion was the fact that his nephew was about to fight the mountain.
'Daemon please don't make me regret this.' He said internally, watching the clash of steel, searching for Daemon himself amongst the crowd of steel.
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…Chapter Ends.