[u][b]Princess Adrienne Martell[/b][/u]

Adrienne awoke to the sounds of clattering metal and shouts and after padding over to the window watched for a short moment as the knights began to prepare for the day. She did not envy the men in this. Granted it made good sport to watch but she could only imagine how it must feel to be the one with a sword in your hand and life on the line. She stepped back away from the window and called for a bath; a princess must look her best.

It was in the gardens that she broke her fast, the sweet smelling flowers masking the smell of the city. Now dressed in a light gown of dark blue she spooned some juice from a blood orange as she sat surrounded by other ladies. They spoke of the day ahead of them, the week even. Some made claims of the most valiant knights who would win the tourney, some fawned for the most handsome knights who had already won their hearts. 

Adrienne herself turned her own thoughts back to the events of the night before. She knew the two were close, but giving the Stark boy the position of hand would win the king no favours. She also hadn't failed to notice the disappearance of the river lords. Mayhaps she was looking for and expecting the worst but she had seen little to reassure her that the rumours were unfounded. She'd shared her concerns with her father but even then she had been cautious. They said the walls had ears and she couldn't help but wonder if the same was true of the shrubbery.