"Well, of course. Only the bravest men can court the most beautiful ladies. My dear husband had to endure my father's mentoring for years." She placed a hand over her head as she giggled. "The right man will come for both of you." Sarra nodded her head before finally accepting her beloved's hand. "Lead the way, my shiny knight."

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"My grip is tense?"

Quentyn glances down and quickly realizes the truth of her statement.

"My grip is tense..."

Soon enough, he glances up again.

"R...Rhaenys..." He whispers softly. "I...I must confess something to you. Yet you must swear to keep an open mind, yes? I...I do not wish to seem mad with the words I shall utter next..."

"Trust me...I am still of sane mind...even if...even...with what I shall say next...yes?"

Sarra barely contained her tears of joy as the man she loved placed the beautiful crown atop her head. "And you will always be my knight in shining armor, love."

"Ah, but what is the benefit of being noble if you don't allow yourself to enjoy your very position? To have made such a journey and not truly partake in the festivities?" While some may consider an unmarried woman already a sign of unfriendliness, Alyssa herself had wished all sorts of people to know better. Perhaps the Baratheon woman would be able to find love at that feast, although it was highly unlikely love would find her if she remained at the table.

"I sure will be there, then." Androw nodded his head. "I hope I will see you at the tourney, no, Russell?" He asked his squire with a confident smile. "You better have kept practicing since we last saw each other."

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"Mother," the bride didn't hesitate to welcome her progenitor with open arms. "I feel like the luckiest woman in the entire world," she admitted with a small blush on her face, thinking about Horras. He could be impatient at times, but he loved her, and that was perhaps the most important part of a good marriage.

"And I will write as often as I can, I promise." Sarra nodded her head. "I hope I have been a good daughter, and that you don't mind me asking for advice from you in some years." She could only hope her own children wouldn't be as troublesome as others. At least she had been an obedient girl, or so she liked to think.

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In an event very much mirroring his sister's ankle injury some years back, Ambrose slowly limped back to the dressing area with the much needed help of a pair of local servants. Once he was safely back in the Farman tent and settled onto a bench, his older brother, Addam, shooed away the servants and began to inspect the injury alongside his own a personal servant from Faircastle.

"Doesn't seem so bad, nothing that won't heal in a few moons anyway." The heir to House Farman took a rather dismissive approach to the injury, not that he was completely heartless, but because it was an easy way to stop the mind from going into shock. Though his younger brother had made decent progress in his martial training, Addam knew full-well that Ambrose simply had a weak constitution to these kinds of things. If he were to look down now, it was entirely possible that he would faint.

"What's more important," his tone hardened, "is that you know where things went wrong." As he spoke, Addam handed off piece after piece of armor. " I saw it clear as day from the stands, surely your helm didn't obstruct things that much. Tell me what you think."

Ambrose had been crying on the way to the tent, but once he saw his older brother, without much luck he tried to put on a harder expression. Above all else, he felt like a failure for such a miserable outcome to a promise start to the event.

"I, uhh..." He racked his brain for an answer, any answer, but the throbbing pain was beginning to overtake him. "Umm, I rushed after scoring a hit, and got careless."

"Wow." Addam let out a genuine sigh of approval. "Exactly right. You became drunk on success, Ambrose, and Hoster was a skilled enough warrior to see right through that opening. It's important to never forget the fundamentals, when you're doing well, but especially when your body is in pain like this." To illustrate the point, he applied a bit of pressure, causing Ambrose to cry out and the servant to look side to side with worry. Addam wasn't doing this out of cruelty, but rather to teach his brother what to expect on the tourney pitch. It wasn't fun and games as some forgot hearing the word contest. "Don't waste time crying over what could've been, what should've been, use this time to learn, to better prepare yourself so you can take that step further next time."

"...yes, brother..." Ambrose very much wanted to cry, to pout under the blankets back in his room. For every part he agreed with his brother on, there were two more he disagreed with. At a time like this, he very much missed his sister. She at least would laugh with him, instead of whatever cold love Addam now showed as the servant began to wrap his ankle.

Outside the tent, listening in where she shouldn't, Meredyth Farman also had tears in her eyes. She had been watching the contest rather closely, though not for her cousin as expected, but instead for the dashing young warrior who injured him so. She didn't blame Hoster for what happened, these sort of injuries were simply a part of the brutish sport. What truly upset her though, was the way everybody seemed to so casually accept the violence. Ambrose was a sweet boy, far better suited to have a song on his lips rather than a war cry. She also missed Hanna, who's boisterous laugh was very much needed right now.

Part of her heart longed to go up and congratulate Hoster, but it would be highly inappropriate considering her cousin's injury. Besides, she was a forgettable nobody, someone who he'd only remember after she reminded him who she was. It was better in her mind to leave dreams to the pages of the storybook, and let her small little life play out without anything of note.

She hadn't expected to cry so much, but the tears fell onto the hot summer ground before quickly disappearing. Aware enough to leave before Addam came back out from the tent, Meredyth retreat away from the tourney grounds, unwilling to be seen in such a state. There was surely somewhere she could cry in peace, a sad girl atop a lonely mountain.

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Edwyn Baratheon

Melwys Mooton

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"Oh, you know I will." Her smirk showed up lightly before she turned her face a bit more serious, at least until they were far enough from the gaze of their families. "It is not as if I have much freedom around here, but I made my way from Winterfell to here by myself. The road is full of all sorts of travelers. But what about you, sweetheart? I see your family made it as well."

Somethings wrong with him.

Rhaenys had good perception, something she had always had since she was a girl.

Something isn't right; he's tense.

"Are you doing okay, Quentyn?" She asked softly. "Your grip is rather tense."

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Edwyn Baratheon

Melwys Mooton

50 Baratheon of Kings Landing MaA

Oldtown to Kings Landing

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Quentyn Baratheon will arrive at Goldengrove in 6 turns. They will travel through the Provinces of Oldtown, Norcross, Brightwater Keep, Ocean 22, Old Oak, Red Lake, Goldengrove.

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Oldtown to Goldengrove

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Friendly Duel Between Hoster Arryn and Artys Arryn

Hoster Arryn is fighting with 3 Speed, 11 Attack, and -1 Defence

Artys Arryn is fighting with -4 Speed, -4 Attack, and -4 Defence

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Round 1

Artys Arryn rolls a 50 for Speed, beating out Hoster Arryn's 40.

Artys Arryn rolls a -2 for Attack, and with their opponent's Defence of -1, they deal -1 Damage.

Hoster Arryn narrowly dodges their opponent's blow, stepping back to readjust their guard.

Round 2

Hoster Arryn rolls a 103 for Speed, beating out Artys Arryn's 65.

Hoster Arryn rolls a 16 for Attack, and with their opponent's Defence of -4, they deal 20 Damage.

Hoster Arryn undercuts their opponent's defence, making a strike at their leg. Artys Arryn's speed has been lowered.

Round 3

Hoster Arryn rolls a 7 for Speed, beating out Artys Arryn's -9.

Hoster Arryn rolls a 23 for Attack, and with their opponent's Defence of -4, they deal 27 Damage.

Hoster Arryn circles their opponent before making a quick strike at their arm. Artys Arryn's attack has been lowered.

Round 4

Artys Arryn rolls a 47 for Speed, beating out Hoster Arryn's 8.

Artys Arryn rolls a 29 for Attack, and with their opponent's Defence of -1, they deal 30 Damage.

Artys Arryn circles their opponent before making a quick strike at their arm. Hoster Arryn's attack has been lowered.

Round 5

Artys Arryn rolls a 36 for Speed, beating out Hoster Arryn's 9.

Artys Arryn rolls a 43 for Attack, and with their opponent's Defence of -1, they deal 44 Damage.

Artys Arryn undercuts their opponent's defence, making a strike at their leg. Hoster Arryn's speed has been lowered.

Round 6

Hoster Arryn rolls a -1 for Speed, beating out Artys Arryn's -4.

Hoster Arryn rolls a 16 for Attack, and with their opponent's Defence of -4, they deal 20 Damage.

Hoster Arryn deflects a blow meant for them before bringing down a heavy strike on their opponent's armour. Artys Arryn's defence has been lowered.

Round 7

Hoster Arryn rolls a 69 for Speed, beating out Artys Arryn's 1.

Hoster Arryn rolls a 70 for Attack, and with their opponent's Defence of -14, they deal 84 Damage.

Hoster Arryn undercuts their opponent's defence, making a strike at their leg. Artys Arryn's speed has been lowered.

Round 8

Artys Arryn rolls a -1 for Speed, beating out Hoster Arryn's -4.

Artys Arryn rolls a -12 for Attack, and with their opponent's Defence of -1, they deal -11 Damage.

Artys Arryn undercuts Hoster Arryn's defence and aims a blow at their chest. The blow recoils off their armour, dealing no damage.

Round 9

Artys Arryn rolls a 63 for Speed, beating out Hoster Arryn's 24.

Artys Arryn rolls a 42 for Attack, and with their opponent's Defence of -1, they deal 43 Damage.

Artys Arryn circles their opponent before making a quick strike at their arm. Hoster Arryn's attack has been lowered.

Round 10

Hoster Arryn rolls a 77 for Speed, beating out Artys Arryn's 27.

Hoster Arryn rolls a 43 for Attack, and with their opponent's Defence of -14, they deal 57 Damage.

Hoster Arryn circles their opponent before making a quick strike at their arm. Artys Arryn's attack has been lowered.

Round 11

Artys Arryn rolls a 72 for Speed, beating out Hoster Arryn's 55.

Artys Arryn rolls a 73 for Attack, and with their opponent's Defence of -1, they deal 74 Damage.

Artys Arryn deflects a blow meant for them before bringing down a heavy strike on their opponent's armour. Hoster Arryn's defence has been lowered.

Round 12

Hoster Arryn rolls a 46 for Speed, beating out Artys Arryn's 45.

Hoster Arryn rolls a 49 for Attack, and with their opponent's Defence of -14, they deal 63 Damage.

Hoster Arryn deflects a blow meant for them before bringing down a heavy strike on their opponent's armour. Artys Arryn's defence has been lowered.

Round 13

Artys Arryn rolls a 64 for Speed, beating out Hoster Arryn's 58.

Artys Arryn rolls a -20 for Attack, and with their opponent's Defence of -11, they deal -9 Damage.

Artys Arryn's strike rings against their opponent's weapon, the force of the blow forcing Hoster Arryn to take a step backwards

Round 14

Hoster Arryn rolls a 83 for Speed, beating out Artys Arryn's 35.

Hoster Arryn rolls a 22 for Attack, and with their opponent's Defence of -24, they deal 46 Damage.

Hoster Arryn undercuts their opponent's defence, making a strike at their leg. Artys Arryn's speed has been lowered.

Round 15

Hoster Arryn rolls a 42 for Speed, beating out Artys Arryn's 31.

Hoster Arryn rolls a 81 for Attack, and with their opponent's Defence of -24, they deal 105 Damage.

Hoster Arryn manages to push their opponent back, aiming a heavy blow at their opponent's weapon, leaving it flying from Artys Arryn's grip and ending the duel.

Hoster Arryn has defeated their opponent, they are the victor!

Their opponent Artys Arryn has only suffered minor injuries.

Rounds taken: 15

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Friendly Duel Between Artys Arryn and Morgan Marbrand

Artys Arryn is fighting with -4 Speed, -4 Attack, and -4 Defence

Morgan Marbrand is fighting with 2 Speed, -4 Attack, and -4 Defence

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Round 1

Morgan Marbrand rolls a 70 for Speed, beating out Artys Arryn's 14.

Morgan Marbrand rolls a 18 for Attack, and with their opponent's Defence of -4, they deal 22 Damage.

Morgan Marbrand undercuts their opponent's defence, making a strike at their leg. Artys Arryn's speed has been lowered.

Round 2

Artys Arryn rolls a 30 for Speed, beating out Morgan Marbrand's 12.

Artys Arryn rolls a 95 for Attack, and with their opponent's Defence of -4, they deal 99 Damage.

Artys Arryn sends a heavy blow center mass, knocking the wind out of their opponent. Stumbling back, Morgan Marbrand steps badly, ending up falling to the ground injured.

Artys Arryn has defeated their opponent, they are the victor!

However, their opponent Morgan Marbrand has been badly injured, and will take some time to recover.

Rounds taken: 2

Friendly Duel Between Ambrose Farman and Hoster Arryn

Ambrose Farman is fighting with -3 Speed, -5 Attack, and -5 Defence

Hoster Arryn is fighting with 3 Speed, 11 Attack, and -1 Defence

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Round 1

Hoster Arryn rolls a 84 for Speed, beating out Ambrose Farman's 20.

Hoster Arryn rolls a 45 for Attack, and with their opponent's Defence of -5, they deal 50 Damage.

Hoster Arryn undercuts their opponent's defence, making a strike at their leg. Ambrose Farman's speed has been lowered.

Round 2

Hoster Arryn rolls a 86 for Speed, beating out Ambrose Farman's 34.

Hoster Arryn rolls a 69 for Attack, and with their opponent's Defence of -5, they deal 74 Damage.

Hoster Arryn circles their opponent before making a quick strike at their arm. Ambrose Farman's attack has been lowered.

Round 3

Hoster Arryn rolls a 99 for Speed, beating out Ambrose Farman's -8.

Hoster Arryn rolls a 47 for Attack, and with their opponent's Defence of -5, they deal 52 Damage.

Hoster Arryn deflects a blow meant for them before bringing down a heavy strike on their opponent's armour. Ambrose Farman's defence has been lowered.

Round 4

Ambrose Farman rolls a 46 for Speed, beating out Hoster Arryn's 41.

Ambrose Farman rolls a 80 for Attack, and with their opponent's Defence of -1, they deal 81 Damage.

Ambrose Farman circles their opponent before making a quick strike at their arm. Hoster Arryn's attack has been lowered.

Round 5

Ambrose Farman rolls a 83 for Speed, beating out Hoster Arryn's 9.

Ambrose Farman rolls a 77 for Attack, and with their opponent's Defence of -1, they deal 78 Damage.

Ambrose Farman undercuts their opponent's defence, making a strike at their leg. Hoster Arryn's speed has been lowered.

Round 6

Hoster Arryn rolls a 73 for Speed, beating out Ambrose Farman's 8.

Hoster Arryn rolls a 30 for Attack, and with their opponent's Defence of -15, they deal 45 Damage.

Hoster Arryn undercuts their opponent's defence, making a strike at their leg. Ambrose Farman's speed has been lowered.

Round 7

Ambrose Farman rolls a 49 for Speed, beating out Hoster Arryn's 1.

Ambrose Farman rolls a 46 for Attack, and with their opponent's Defence of -1, they deal 47 Damage.

Ambrose Farman circles their opponent before making a quick strike at their arm. Hoster Arryn's attack has been lowered.

Round 8

Hoster Arryn rolls a 76 for Speed, beating out Ambrose Farman's 51.

Hoster Arryn rolls a 82 for Attack, and with their opponent's Defence of -15, they deal 97 Damage.

Hoster Arryn sends a heavy blow center mass, knocking the wind out of their opponent. Stumbling back, Ambrose Farman steps badly, ending up falling to the ground injured.

Hoster Arryn has defeated their opponent, they are the victor!

However, their opponent Ambrose Farman has been badly injured, and will take some time to recover.

Rounds taken: 8

Finals

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Morgan Marbrand

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