Jenn- Rheagar's Tent [i]"I haven't, but with permission I may dress you."[/i] Jenn blushed nearly having all of the armor for Rheagar on when the children burst onto the scene. It was a tough moment denying the young girl might mean her death, but Jenn also knew if the kids wandered off Jon might blame her for not staying. Jenn smiled trying to be both civil and firm [i]"I'll help the young prince get ready, but if you boys would like you can help or go enjoy a fantastic day on the field.[/i] Jenn turned back to her charge making sure everything was perfect before the event. It would be a disgrace if the prince died due to poor armor placement. Jenn smiled sweat at her brow as she labored. [i]"Do you know how to surrender if you fight to strong of an enemy in combat?"[/i] Jenn knew this may sting the young man's pride, but such things were important in an emergency. Jenn slowly just in case went over the main instructions as the youth readied himself. Jenn stepped aside for the other kids admiring Rheagar's powerful moves and style. Jenn secretly wondered who the combatants were and if her lord had any plans for the combats. It may do the house good to compete. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mable Frey Mable nearly fainted from terror when Arya emerged from the shadows. The following sentences barely dawned on her. The men who dragged her may have felt they were being rude, but honestly she needed the help to stand. The men threw her from them which was fine as she stumbled. The eyes of the black hand had terrified her. Lady Stark was an assassin in every sense. Mable who was a good tracker still couldn't notice the slinking shadow. The sun was beautiful as Mable flinched seeing more dragons. The best part of the inside was that most dragons couldn't fit. Mable could picture the sight of the Twins in flames as Arya murdered her family. The image remained with Mable as to her utter shock a place of honor had been allowed to her cousin Steffon. In an odd twist of Steffon's mind he had assigned it as her seat for the show. Mable sat next to Lord Tully and The newly weds in utter shock. Mable turned first to her liege lord [i]"It's been four years to many Lord Tully, though your daughter hasn't aged a day."[/i] Mable made brief, but purposeful conversation about there plans to ride close to Riverrun hoping to get his permission to ride past towards the hill tribes and Malkor. In the end though the tourney started. Mable only hoped her cousin wouldn't be killed out of spite during any of his training. The first section the archery was nearly at a close as she saw Steffon preparing for his first duel. In fact the first duel in Frey history if rumor was to be believed. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Steffon- Tournament grounds Steffon smiled taking his men to set up a pavilion signing up for the melee and the dance. The red keep was a beautiful backdrop for the day. Aemon might not consider Steffon his closest friend, but to Steffon the wedding was like seeing an older brother wed. It would be unbecoming not to be shown in full celebration. It was in that manor that Steffon chose to let Mable sit by the Tully's as he showed them what he was made of. The melee was divided into levels. Steffon was proud to be fighting Ser Patrek Mallister's son. It would not be an easy fight as the Frey's had long kept his father a prisoner. Steffon exchanged his two handed hammer for a light one handed hammer and shield. Steffon's knights dressed him helping him prep wearing his symbol proudly. Steffon marched onto the field in the hot dirt to boos and looks of disgust. The noise was stifled slightly at the sight of Steffon. The man was massive, hairy, and vicious looking. Ser Mallister who was already talking about a win turned to see a wall of aggressive iron clad muscle in his way. Steffon rolled his eyes. The crowd must have assumed Walder Frey would walk out to do battle. Steffon smiled giving a polite bow between lords which was not returned. Ser Mallister charged swinging a sword in what was an elegant stroke his blade glittering like silver as he swung. It took awhile for Steffon to notice it was indeed silver. The fool had brought a silver and jewel ridden blade to a fight. The blade could sheer through someones armor if it wasn't taken care of. Steffon said gruffly [i]"A silver weapon eh? expensive and deadly I'll admit."[/i] The youth lunged forward stabbing through Steffon's shield. [i]"A shame you don't know how to use the thing." [/i]Steffon smiled as the young man tugged on the blade unable to move it. A crack sounded as Steffon carefully knocked his opponent unconscious. The crowd's boos were over the top, but Steffon grinned the more they hated him the better his defeat would honor Aemon. If Steffon was lucky he'd make someone a hero. [@Nightwing95]