[center][color=0072bc][h2]Joane Lear[/h2][/color][/center]

The ride wasn't very exciting. It was long, and people tried to talk to pass the time. Most of the time Joane didn't feel like talking or doing much, as she'd was saving her energy to try and cope with the nobility later on. Plus, traveling always made her a little motion sick if she rode for too long in a carriage. Soon enough they arrived, and Joane loathed that she'd have to sit watching knights show off for hours.

Honestly, she wished that she could be entered. Mostly for the sake of her own advancement, but it would not be princess-like for her to do so, so she'd play the part of the ditzy and distant northerner and see if her beauty couldn't help her brother or sister get more alliances for the north. She could play politics all day, and the game was easy. Smile, look pretty, and try no to appear conniving and like you were planning something.

Running a kingdom like her mother did was... a whole other matter. There were taxes, alliances, tithes, a whole bunch of numbers and dances and appearances to keep up at all times. Joane wasn't as much interested in it like her siblings were. Action was required for Joane t be interested in doing anything for the kingdom, and she often fidgeted when sitting still too long, which made the impending tourney all the more irritating.

As they exited the carriages to enter the castle Joane said, "Father, [i]must [/i]we all be here for the tourney? I'd rather be home, doing [i]something[/i]. At the risk of sounding whiny, I'd rather not deal with people staring at my chest all day and offers of marriage for," Joane paused to deepen her voice for comedic effect, "'the good of the kingdoms for which we shall marry'. I'd rather be home studying numbers and reading for the entire time we're here instead."

She sighed, more out of boredom than anything else. Sigurd probably wasn't looking forward to this either, though probably for different reasons. Joane wondered how [i]she [/i]ended up the social butterfly of the family. The one who silently watched her siblings bond with her father for years until she decided to try and make him interact with her and have something common between the two of them. The worst part was that those who knew about her sword fighting ability tended to make jokes about her it, saying that she was unmarriageable because the second she disliked her husband she'd simply kill him out in the open through a duel.

Honestly. If she settled down with a man, she wanted it on [i]her [/i]terms. Was that truly so strange?

"At least they'll have decent food here, that's something at the very least."

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