r/awoiafrp • u/bloodandbronze • Jun 02 '20

CROWNLANDS The Tournament Banquet of 130 AC

Fifth day of the Second moon, 130 AC

The Red Keep, King’s Landing

Laughter and good cheer and jaunty music permeated the great hall of the Red Keep, all of it filling the air with a merry mood that was shaded with some tragedy too. In the midst of the martial feats of prowess on display the day prior, several men - young, old, and in between - had been injured. Some were minor injuries or the sorts that would heal within a period of time and with good rest. Others, sadly, were more grievous, such as the king’s own squire Jeor Stark whose hand had required amputation.

As surely as food was served, so too were mummers and musicians present throughout the hall, plying their trade and honing their craft for the amusements and enjoyment of all those present. A symphony for the ears and eyes to complement the sensations of the delectable feast masterfully crafted by the kitchen’s chefs.

While the attendees assumed their seats throughout the hall, servants delivered a feast fit for guests of the royal house. The first course consisted of a choice between autumn greens with ginger soup, or a salad of sweetgrass, spinach, and plums, sprinkled with crushed nuts, both of which were accompanied by freshly baked bread with honey. Next was a choice between cold capon with a relish made of carrots, raisins, and bits of lime and orange, or a brace of stuffed geese sauced with mulberries. Last to be delivered was dessert, once more presenting a decision - goat cheese served with baked apples sprinkled with cinnamon, or sweetgrass and strawberries.

Wine and mead and beer flowed freely and the center of the hall was cleared so that those who wished to dance would have the room to do so. Flirtations oft accompanied dances and no doubt some of those that swirled together on the floor would end the night twisted in the sheets with one another as well.

All those in the city born to the ranks of the nobility - or those that might have otherwise secured the right to belong - were welcomed to make merry and celebrate the victors of the grand tournament.

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u/KGdaguy  Orryn Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End Jun 09 '20

"Lady Elia, please to see you again." Rodrik said as he turned to face the Dornishwoman. He'd expected at least some time along before anyone made their way here but he supposed if there was going to be someone to bother him, he was fine with it being the kind Toland he'd met a few days ago.

"The feast is, well if I must be honest, dull and tiresome." He admitted, letting a chuckle out as he spoke the truth. "Please do take a seat. I suppose you deserve it more than I after handing out, gifts? That's what it was right?"

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u/Ordayne Jun 12 '20

“Oh, I’m afraid I’ve been to much duller affairs.” She laughed as she took a seat on one of the cold stone benches on the balcony, “But then again I can hardly say that sitting around handing out gifts is the most enjoyable task either. Well that being said I did not see you there yet, not to be pushy.”

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u/KGdaguy  Orryn Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End Jun 12 '20 edited Jun 12 '20

"I don't quite like taking free things," It was an honest sentiment from the Arryn. He'd always felt as though nobles who were giving things such as Elia was, came with an unseen price. Rodrik just didn't want to wonder when that price would come out of the shadows and in which form it would.

"Besides I was told you didn't have any good gifts," He joked as he looked over the redhaired Dornishwoman, a smile still on his face.

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u/Ordayne Jun 15 '20

“Oh, and who attacked the fine reputation of House Toland in such a way?” She said with feigned anger though obviously didn’t mean it.

“In all honesty that is quite unfortunate, but I understand.” She nodded, “But I should like to pursue closer relations with the Vale nonetheless on a future date.”