[color=f49ac2]“Lady Alyssa, would you like to join Lady Robyn, Lady Aleire, and myself today to watch the tournament? Well, that is if you’re not joining Lady Manasa and the boys in competing.”[/color]

Alyssa momentarily paused from batting her food around her plate to look up at the girl who had spoke to her. Almost immediately, her grip on the delicate fork tightened and the thing very nearly bent in her grasp as she looked over to the other girl, setting her jaw. She hated King's Landing with every fiber of her being; the only bloody person out of all of them who didn't seem to be a rotten snake was the bloody Martell boy - she disliked him but he seemed to be the only one who took her lightly which was both infuriating and strangely serene. Raising her eyes to the cascades of auburn hair much like her own, Alyssa shook her head. [color=deepskyblue]"I have other matters to attend to, [i]unfortunately[/i]."[/color] Although her words were already dipped in venom, it took every part of her not to just throttle that sweet, innocent rat. Alyssa lived a rather sheltered life in the nests of the Eyrie but whispers of Lord Tully's involvement with the Knights of the Moon even reached her. This girl wasn't an idiot, she knew what her father had done.

With that, she pulled her eyes away from Alianne before continuing to press her food around the rims of her plate, rather interested in covering the red and black linings with the thick sauce. Most of the words of those around her passed over her head as she was already lost in her thoughts but a few reached her. Most notably was that of the Lannister boy leaving then the Greyjoy girl chastising those that didn't seem to favour him. She was a strong girl and would have made a decent ally if it wasn't for the fact that the Iron Islands were weaker that any individual Vale House. The Lannister boy was a different case, though - Alyssa didn't mistrust him because of his name and all that followed it but due to his petty ideas that the Seven Kingdoms could be purged of violence. He was a fool and she didn't particularly enjoy listening to his rants --especially that one on the first day-- but the others seemed to hate him simply because he was a Lannister which was plain foolish. They got on well enough with her even though her recent ancestors were naught but cravens and fools. In all honesty, she pitied the Lannister boy. He was having to atone for the sins of his forefathers even though he seemed to hold a direct opposite of the traditional Lannister values. He was a simple creature so she found it hard not to pity him and she wanted nothing more than to follow him and talk for a little while before attending the tourney - it was likely to be her last day and Alyssa found a strange homage in innocence. Mainly, she missed it.

The young Arryn would have certainly followed him if it wasn't for a sudden intruder. Keeping her eyes lowered to her plate, she used the heightened senses of a hunter to track the movement of the woman until she dipped down into a seat beside her. Making sure not to let up on her performance, Alyssa continued to let her fork drift around the edges of her plate until the woman spoke. She already knew who she was and Alyssa wouldn't fall into the trap of trusting her. One does not choose to abandon the typical bastard name of the Royal Family in favour of a name that was used to raise rebellion against the crown, after all. Jealousy of your legitimate siblings seemed to be a common theme between Daemon Blackfyre and Illysia Blackfyre but in truth, Alyssa didn't know much about her. She had heard whispers that the Targaryen bastard had already charmed the young prince and had enough connections in King's Landing to plot the downfall of just about anyone. This was no friend of hers. [color=darkorchid]"I bet your parents never told you that they knew my mother."[/color]

[color=deepskyblue]"I never knew my mother and my father doesn't manage to say much between lessons and sleep."[/color] She answered rather plainly, her sky blue eyes raising to meet the Targaryen violet in silent challenge. The Arryns were weak enough as it was and considering the veil of death surrounding them, it made very little sense for anyone with a half-functioning brain to ally themselves with her. Looking around, Alyssa took note of everyone - each last house present could crush the Vale under their foot so it made the young Arryn briefly wonder why Illysia Blackfyre sought her out.

Peeking around, she caught a sight of her dragon. Admittedly, Alyssa thought her to be a much stronger leader than anything the current king was offering up to them but there was something in Illysia's eyes that unsettled her. A sheer lust for power danced provocatively in her eyes and although it was intoxicating, it held a danger that scared the young falcon off. She was stunning in every aspect of the word but Alyssa knew better than to fly straight into a Dragon's Den. [color=darkorchid]"I hope you have slept well since your arrival; King's Landing is sorely lacking in allies for any one of us."[/color] Alyssa's grip tightened once more as her eyes darted to the side, quietly peeking at the Targaryen bastard girl. It was almost like she knew about her sleepless nights spent enduring nightmare after nightmare - was someone watching her?

[color=deepskyblue]"I'm used to a more... cold climate but it's been a pleasant stay. The guards have kept me safe and King Daerys has been more than willing to help if help is needed!"[/color] Alyssa was suddenly charismatic, bright and picked up on an innocence that didn't deserve a place anywhere near her. It was almost like someone had flicked a switch and undoubtedly, it would come as a surprise to the others who were used to seeing her being a less than kind bitch. Briefly, she remembered one of her father's lessons. [i]"If you come up against an enemy you don't know, it's unwise to rush into battle. Meet them with two contrasting forces and see how they react. Study them. Then destroy them."[/i]

Regarding the Blackfyre girl, Alyssa cocked her head to the side, meeting her gaze with a curious smirk. [color=deepskyblue]"But enough about me, my lady; I trust you've been sleeping well too? I must say, being a girl from a colder climate, the spiders have been less than amusing! You know your way around here well enough though, so I suppose you must be well used to them now?"[/color]