In the wake of the flames forbear, the House of the Dragon stakes it rightful claim and hereditary with Fire and Blood against House Pendragon.
Upon King Jaehaerys death, the next in succession was his eldest descendant, Princess Rheanys, but instea...
The middle stand (imperial royal box) was carved out perfectly, it's arched roof was different, distinguished and exquisite in it's rearrest colour were the Royal Family and guests could view the competition.
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The stand was very wide, It had a space cut out of for everyone according to their ranks; the Royal Family, the Small Council, and few Earls, Lords and Ladies of the seven kingdoms, and their noble young sons and daughters.
Whilst squires beared platers of honey biscuits, sweets, fruits and cake, cup bearers beared jars serving and refilling empty gold cups.
The Small Council were seated at the left hand side of Uther and to his right was seated Cersei.
The golden haired Queen sat elegantly beside her husband, and by her right was seated all her children, from the oldest to the youngest; Morgana, Aubery. Including her father Lord Tywin Lannister and her younger brother Tyrion Lannister.
But, there was an empty seat beside Tywin, reserved for the King's Ward. Elenora was no where to be found.
The imp. Tyrion Lannister was more than happy to see this day, he couldn't help but drink and eat more cheese cake, honey biscuits and grapes while his father sat quietly observing the scenery.
Behind the King was seated high born lords, ladies, vassals, and lord paramounts of seven kingdoms;
The first row was occupied by the Pendragons, Lannisters, Baratheons and Hightowers.
The second row was occupied with the Tyrells, Arryns, and Strongs.
The third row was occupied by the Starks, Greyjoys and the Martells.
The fourth row was occupied, by eminent lords, ladies and earls of Camelot.
And lastly, the fifth row was occupied by lords of sworn houses.
Every last one of them was dressed in their finest taste of essence eluding luxury, riches and power, but none outshined the Pendragons and Lannisters.
And finally the guards on gold and red cloaks stood at their allocated stations at every corner of the arena.
The white cloaks of the Kings Guard stood at their stations in and outside the Royal red box, eyes darting at every corner like a hawk, protecting the royal family and the elite nobles.
The trumpet sounded as soon as the knights rode into arena. The crowd clapped, cheered, hailed and screamed.
Whilst some nobles in the Red Box clapped, Tyrion just kept running his little fingers on the edge his gold cup, spectating the tourney with so much glee.
No one couldn't deny the fact that the Knight's apparel of armour and banners were colorful and daring.
Arthur, subtly checked out all his competition from his space in the back line. All the house capes he recognized, some faces from the realm he remembered, others he had never seen before, he even sighted his uncle Jamie.
