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Rhaegar might have been call been called dumb by the people, but that didn't mean he was blind to what stood before him. During a discussion he had with his aunt Arya, the Mistress of Whispers, she shared with him an invaluable advice that was passed down to her from her former Braavosi mentor, Syrio Forell. 

[i]Opening your eyes is all that is needing. The heart lies and the head plays trick with us, but the eyes see true. Look with your eyes. Hear with your ears. Taste with your mouth. Smell with your nose. Feel with your skin. Then comes the thinking afterwards and in that way knowing the truth.[/i]

When push came to shove, Rhaegar knew how to observe everything around him with both his heart and mind in order to get a little taste of the truth....especially in a place like Kings Landing. But what he perceived from Jenn left him nearly dumbfounded. Receiving even the smallest sign of affection from a woman was a surprise to the prince, as he was used in being overlooked in favor of his more bold and popular brothers. Even the prick Jaehaerys turned more heads with his bookish knowledge and eloquent words. Still, he knew that the time for the Melee was getting dangerously close, so instead of riding in his gambeson alone, he silently accepted Jenns offer.

It was another moment of surprise when she managed to put on most of his armor with great success, with the belts being perfectly tightened and the shoulder guards placed in the right position. It was a splendid piece, with a tint as black as obsidian and a red jasper dragon on the breast, all wrought by using the technique one could only find in the forge at the top of the Street of Steel. He was ready to give her congratulatory comment when she made a remark about yielding to a superior opponent. This was not what he wished to hear about on that moment, not when he was so close to his personal goal "What I know is that big men fall just as quick as little ones if you strike them at the right place. I wouldn't expect your father to tell you this, [i]Rivers[/i]..." Rhaegar knew that he was needlessly malicious with Jenn, yet he couldn't afford to display any sort of weakness, especially before her. 

Sensing the distress of his rider, Theron left his meal unfinished and approached slowly, his amber eyes staring dangerously onto the Frey woman. His scales are were in the colors of forest leaves, with the sun shining through them and the finest emeralds, and while he was quickly reaching the size of his fellow brethren, he had a more gangly body than Snowfyres and with thinner legs. That didn't change the fact that Theron was still a dangerous beast that could easily gulp down a full grown human, so Rhaegar rushed to place his armored hand upon his mounts snout, calming him down with soothing strokes before any misunderstanding could occur. It was during his petting that Rhaenys and her little gang burst into the scene.

"This is Aemons wedding Rhae, you should be enjoying yourselves, not waiting for me on guard outside the Pavilion..." although he should be giving them a well-deserved thrashing for nearly leaving him high and dry, he couldn't be angry at his youngest sister. The moment he saw her, his cold ivory stare changed into a calmer purple, one resembling the color of the thistle "Just warn me the next time you ran off with this little pack of yours. Jenn, I trust you to keep mu sister and her companions safe, and you Corlys...you are coming with me." he added as he nearly dragged his Velaryon nephew with him as he gave him to carry all of his weapon, his shield and his helmet while they made their way to the stables to retrieve his horse and then head for the grounds. Whatever mischief Rhaenys had in mind couldn't draw the care of this Prince any less, and while he couldn't punish her, somebody had to take the brunt of her actions. And the poor Velaryon boy seemed ready to topple down from all the baggage he had in own two arms.