Ruger had never been to a wedding before, and he had never been around so many nobles before, let alone the Royal family. So when he was asked to act as a bodyguard for one of the people he worked for before, he was quite suprised. Not because the person who hired him was able to get into such an event as a guest, but he was surprised that she would want to hire him for such an event.

The woman who hired him was a courtesan who called herself Lady Swan. She was well known by the rich and powerful and had hired him a few times when she was traveling to the Seven Kingdoms. She was a very interesting woman, and was so successful at attracting clients that they usually had to make bookings months in advance just to meet with her for a while, and even then she could decline them if she had met them before and didn't like them very much. The first time he had met Lady Swan, he was hired onto to be a guard as part of her caravan, he was never meant ti actually meet her outside of a few glances when she talked to someone else.

But the second time he was hired as a guard for her was a year later on one of her other trips around the Seven Kingdoms, she decided for some reason to engage him in conversation. At first he didn't say much, spoke in short sentences and giving basic answers. But she kept talking with him on the trip, and the more they talked, the more he said and the more in depth answers he gave. By the time she was on a ship back to Braavos, he felt as if he had said fairwell to a good friend.

After that he was hired as her personal bodyguard every time she was in Westeros, which while it wasn't that often, it was enough for him to think of her like she was a long lost sister. There was only one time he had to ever hurt someone to protect her, some bandits thought her caravan would make a good and juicy target. He went near mad in the fight, and killed most of the bandits on his own. After the fight he was covered head to toe in blood, and decided it was best if he rode at the front of the caravan, it was the one time he felt shame for killing someone. He thought that his rage would scare her. It didn't, after three days and nights that she finally had enough of his shit and demanded that he speak with her. After a fierce shouting match, they made up and went back to buisness as usual.

But here, in the midst of all these rich and powerful people, prople at the top rung of society, he had no idea how to react. He was unsure of himself, unsure of what to say or do, who was a threat and who wasn't. For a moment, just a small moment, he felt as if he may lose himself. But then Lady Swan grabbed his arm in hers and walked side by side with him.

"Don't worry so much my friend," she whispered to him, "just act like the tough and hardened mercenary everyone sees you as. Afterall, they don't know you like I do." Ruger cracked a smile at that, she was a damn good woman and he needed to focus on his job. Looking tough and making sure nobody tries to fuck with her. "You're right Swan, I need to act like I'm a big bear and not small cub. I'll be fine, so long as nobody tries to harm you, and if they do I will tear them asunder."

She laughed at that, he never did have a way with words, but at least he felt much better. They walked around for a while, her greeting a few people and chatting with them while he stood by and keeping an eye on the people around them. They eventually made their way to where there were people jousting.

Jousting never interested Ruger that much. Mainly because he couldn't even ride a horse, and because for the most part he thought it was a fancy soort for fancy folk. He saw some rich prick in ornamental armour with golden roses on it an snorted in laughter to himself.

Not quiet enough apparently, as he felt Lady Swan punch his armoured arm, "You hush with your giggling now. That knight is from House Tyrell, a very rich and popular House here. Besides, if the other nobles hear you giggle at one of their own, they may not think about hiring you as a bodyguard." That stopped any response Ruger may have had. She was right, the pretty boy was popular, and him making fun of the boy would not end well.

He saw another fancy lad walk up to the flower knight. This lad was in feathery armour, but his armour looked more functional than ornamental. Plus, the feathered lad was easy on the eyes. Lady Swan saw him looking at the feathered noble and leaned in to whisper to Ruger, "Why Ruger, have you taken a fancy to young Mychel Arryn. If you'd like, I could easily arrange an introduction."

Ruger didn't even respond to her, not in words at least. Through his travels with Lady Swan and their talks together and he had found her weakness. She was extremely ticklish. He looked her straight in the eye, as if he was about to make a some sort of quip, then just started tickling her neck and arms.  She burst out with laughter, trying to stop him from tickling her, but he too quick for her, "You give up? You apologise?" She spoke to him with short quick gasps, "I give! I give! You win!" 

He eased off of her, smiling to himself in triumph. When he glanced around, people were staring at him and Lady Swan. "What're you all staring at?" He growled at them, "Joust is over there." He gestured with his chin at where the joust was to take place, doing his best to give a snarl at anyone who kept staring. After a few moemnts, people thought it best for their health not to look too long in his direction. After he thought they got the message, he returned to normal and didn't snarl or sneer at any gawkers. He had embarrassed Swan enough, at least for now.