[b][u]King Daeron Targaryen of Westeros[/u][/b]

Daeron sat, bored, next to John. He was waiting for the okay to begin the tourney. He'd been king for only one day and yet, he was sure that this was some kind of joke. John had run his whores out of the castle, brought him to wait in this heat, and then given him a speech about conduct. He was not very happy. Finally, John nodded to him, signalling that the tourney could begin. Daeron gave a wave and a horn sounded. "Let the King's Tourney begin!" shouted a knight. Daeron knew the young Lord Frey would be competing first, and Lord Connington after him. He knew the two were experienced warriors, and was excited to see what would happen if they both got to the end.

[b][u]Lady Gemma Baraetheon of Storm's End[/u][/b]

Gemma was shocked when a man, obviously of some Dothraki blood, sat down next to her. She listened to his speech, looking ahead the whole time. She couldn't be seen conspiring. With a sellsword. Once he was done she spoke quietly out of the side of her mouth. "Tell me Vaz, when was the last time a single sellsword won a war. What else will you bring to our cause?" The tourney began which was good. The chances of their conversation being overheard when swords were clashing and hooves were stomping was unlikely.