His Dragon

Tournament

The follwoing morning was the tournaments for the heir. Visneya grabbed a black dress and did her hair long with bride pulling the front, She opened the door and saw Rhaenyra, they both looked at each other and smiled.

Rhaenyra "May you do me the honour dear princess of walking with me to out box."

"Of course my princess, I would be honoured."both girls linked each others arms and headed off giggling. They both emerges from the steps at the rear of there father's royal box on King's Landing's tournament grounds. The princess's hustles through slashes of sunlight filtering in through the slatted roof of the box, large enough to seat fifty nobles and friends of the Targaryens. A brassy overture sounds from the tournament grounds as the distant voice of the Master Of Revels Announces the first combatants to tilt on the field.

Viserys "Be welcome! I know many of you have travelled long leagues for these games, but I promise that you will not be disappointed. Rhaenyra and Visenya has seen her father rise from her seat at the front of the box, still some rows ahead of her. They picks up their pace as he begins his address.

Viserys " When I look out at the fine knightsin these lists, I see a group without equal in our histories." The day of the Heir's Tournament has come, and both princesses are late. "And this great day is made even more auspicious by the news that I'm happy to share Queen Aemma has begun her labors!"

The crowd cheers the news as Rhaenyra and Visenya hurries to their seat, there feet nearly stumbling beneath her in her haste.

Viserys "May the luck of the Seven shine upon all combatants! " As they pass there father, They king , he throws them a sidelong glance laced with disappointment, frustration, and love.
Horse hooves thunder on the jousting lane as the tilt begins. Rhaenyra and Visenya climb across a group of irritated but courteous nobles to arrive at her seat beside Alicent

Alicent "Welcome, princess's "

"Silence, you."

Alicent laughs as an explosion of shields and lances draws their attention to the jousting lane. The tournament has begun with the unhorsing of a Tarly knight by an unidentified knight in plain, mis-matched armor and who wears no sigil. In all, two hundred knights from every house and hedge great and small have come to join the games to be held in honor of the king and queen's new child. Banners from every kingdom flap in the warm springtime wind. Smallfolk gather on the perimeter of the tourney grounds, trying to catch a glimpse of a favorite knight.

Visneya is dressed in black and wears the Valyrian steel pendant that her uncle, Daemon, gave her. While Rhaneyra dressed in silver and red. They sit together in the front row of the box with other noble children such as Laenor (age of 14) and Laena (age 12) Velaryon, the son and daughter of the Sea Snake and Rhaenys. King Viserys sits a few rows behind with his Hand, Otto Hightower, and his small council. Viserys wears the golden crown of his grandsire, Jaehaerys. The elder members of the Kingsguard have volunteered not to tilt so as to guard the royal family. This includes Lord Commander Ryam Redwyne and Ser Harrold Westerling. Lord Corlys Velaryon, the Sea Snake, sits with his wife, Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, King Viserys's cousin.

Rhaneyra " A mystery knight?"

Alicent "No. A Cole, of the Stormlands."

"I've never heard of House Cole." Alicent shrugs. The girls crane their necks to see the other, wealthy knights who wear great, resplendent armor festooned with jewels and inlay. Everything is grand and decadent. Lord Boremund Baratheon has trotted over to the royal box, his squire attending his horse. He wears ornate armor in the Baratheon heraldry, a black and gold stag. Lord Boremund lowers his lance before Rhaenys, the Sea Snake's wife.