Robyn had never been to a tournament. The Ironborn were too serious and too afraid of shedding Iron blood that it never became popular on the Iron Islands. They would train, but more often than not, she would be preoccupied with running the Keep. Pyke was huge, and there weren't as many people as there used to be. With her father descending deeper and deeper into madness, it became more on her to run his affairs. Which is why it was extremely inconvenient when the King called upon them for a ward. Robyn almost sent her sister but at 13 years, she was still largely naive to the world and Robyn couldn't send her to the dragon's nest alone. So Robyn packed herself up, put her most trusted cousin in charge of Pyke, and here she is now.
“What does one wear to a Tournament?” Robyn hummed as she looked through all of her outfits, which amounted to quite a few actually. She usually wore her armor around Pyke, since it was so much easier to move it but here it was proper to wear dresses, apparently.
“I have no clue m'lady. You'll be out in the sun today, so I suggest perhaps a Dornish dress? There's one in gold and black to represent your house colors.” Robyn's handmaiden, and her Salt Cousin, Dalaria said and Robyn's eyes widened. 
“That's a warrior's dress. It would cause quite a scene.” Robyn stated. The dress in question was...interesting. It was made to be worn over leggings, not a slip, and only went down to her lower calf, just below where her boots ended. The upper part was mostly leather, displaying impressive cleavage, and keeping her arms bare. 
“Maybe that's what you need! You've been quiet m'lady. You're here to make alliances but that's impossible if you don't make yourself known.” Dalaria said empathetically but Robyn shook her head.
“Absolutely not. It might look on as an insult anyways. Here, I'll wear this one.” Robyn said, pulling out a black dress with golden embellishments. It was still extremely daring, recovered from one of the raids a few years ago of a southern island, Robyn forgot which one. It was sleeveless, and it the neck dipped to below her breasts, where there was a wide gold belt. The rest fell to the floor, a gauzy material on top that was transparent with golden swirls and a black slip underneath. She let her hair out of it's braid and Dalaria twisted two sections in the front up, pinning them together in the back of her head. The rest flowed down to her waist in curls although they would disappear over time. Her hair was naturally straight but the tight braid made it curl when she wasn't wearing it up. She swiped some kohl over her eyes and rouge on her cheeks. 
“Thank you Dalaria, you are free to go. Enjoy the tournament.” Robyn smiled at her cousin before she left. Robyn's final step was to put sharpened pins in her hair. She didn't have anywhere to hide a dagger so if she needed to protect herself, one of these anywhere in the human body would hurt enough as a distraction for her to get away. Robyn slipped her shoes on before going to the dining hall, where Lord Stark and Lady Tyrell were already awake.
“Lord Stark, Lady Tyrell.” She nodded at both of them. She didn't know what to say after that so she let it lapse into silence. Conversation was not her strong suit, not with strangers at least. 
“Did you sleep well? You both seem to be awake early.” Robyn finally asked, seeming to think that it was a safe conversational topic.