Sophia listened to Gareth as he told her he would take part in the archery competition. It seemed to be the safest of the tournament events by far. The princess smiled, crossing her hands in her lap as she waited for the match to begin. "Oh, archery! Lovely. My oldest sister is quite fond of archery." Each of the Octavia children had their own hobbies. Arissia had her archery, Catarina had her studies of medicine and poison, she had her love of music... and Alexi had been the finest swordsman Lyok had ever seen. A frown crossed her face for a brief moment as she thought of the brother she could now scarcely remember. He had passed when she was six. Her frown quickly faded and was again replaced by her trademark smile as she flushed the negativity from her mind. Now was not the time for sadness. "I'm sure you'll do wonderfully, Gareth! Have you ever competed in something like this before?"

 Jezin glanced in the woman's direction as she spoke. He was surprised to meet someone who had visited Lyok, despite the frequency of travelers that arrived in the country. He nodded when she asked her question. "Yes, Estovet has treated us quite well. Are you from Keilaudrin, milady?" He spoke politely, a trait he had picked up from being around foreign dignitaries on a daily basis. The Brass Hand and Palace Guard had taught him a great deal more than combat during his time in Veranthium. He remembered it had been a rather abrupt change from the standard infantry, where the world revolved around one's ability to kill a man. He didn't mind the pleasantries, he supposed it was far better than the harsh life the infantry had afforded him.