A Game of Thrones (Privat)

Rhaena smiled. She had never seen the dragons as romantic, but it was fun to listen to her view of them. She nodded when Rebecca asked her about the dance.
“I am” she said with a smile. It is the closest thing to sword fighting, she thought. Not that she could choose who she wanted to dance with; she had to say yes if a Lord asked her to dance, otherwise it would be rude. Not that many asked her, they were probably afraid of her father. It was too bad; Rhaena loved to dance. She secretly hoped that Eric would ask her. He probably wouldn’t, but she could hope.
“Do you?” she asked, smiling at Rebecca.

"I am as well" Rebecca's answer was , as expected a very excited one, the girl seemed made to dance, smile and play the part of a a Princess and Queen. "I can't wait to see the great hall with all of the decorations and music" she continues , the same happy tone in her voice.

For a moment there seems to be a gleam in the little Rose's eye, as if she's thinking of something but it's fleeting and gone as quickly as it came. Rebecca continues to speak with Rhaena asking all sorts of things, trying to befriend the Princess even more.

Rhaena was about to open her mouth and say something when she heard the bells. She wanted to groan and mutter, but she kept herself as graceful as she should be when she wasn't alone. She quickly put on her shoes and smiled.
"I need to go, time has really flown away from me" she said with a smile.
"It was really nice meeting you, I guess we'll see each other tonight" she added before waving. She quickly walked away, her bag in a tight grasp. She had to go and get changed.

She got into her room, where Shelia and Yana were waiting for her. They were just gossiping about the whole day and who had said what and who they thought was going to win the whole thing. Rhaena didn't say anything, just prepared herself mentally for the evening.

"It was very nice to meet and speak with you, Princess" Rebecca says with a smile before standing up, brushing off her dress in again, a delicate way. How is that even possible? "I hope that we do" she curtsies as Rhaena leaves, waiting a moment before heading back to bathe and change her clothes as well.

Aelor is getting ready as well, his hair is loose and filled with light waves. The squire helps him with a few of the clothes, making sure they fit well , while Ewyn is standing near the door, clearly amused at what lengths his friend always has to go through for getting dressed. He's wearing a fine black surcot with a intricate red dragon embroided onto the chest, dark breeches, and shining black boots, Aelor truly looks like a Prince , the black and red of his house colours fit well with the dark silver hair and the deep purple eyes. He would rather be dressed and ready before his mother sends someone to nag at him for being late, Princes can't be late.

Rhaena stared at her reflection. Her platinum hair was plaited in a beautiful rose on the back of her head, and one long strand of plait came from it and hung down her back. She was dressed in a beautiful, lilac dress to match her eyes. It was actually one of the more comfortable dresses she had. She wore a pair of shoes, unfortunately, but they were also of the more comfortable kind. At least considering that she had shoes that she hated more.
“You look stunning, Your Grace” Shelia said with a big smile, and Rhaena met her eyes through the mirror. Handmaids were of course not allowed to say something else, but today, Rhaena actually agreed with her. She really did look good, and hopefully the people at the party would notice it too. Especially a certain brown-haired Baratheon.

Rhaena turned around, walking across the room and opened her door. She sighed before walking out of it, turning left. She walked through the corridors to the big ball room where the majority of the party was going to be held. The Royal Family was supposed to be there to greet the guests. As she arrived, she saw her mother, but neither her father or brother had yet made it.

The grand hall is buzzing with life, it's easy to hear it even on the other side of the door. Some light music seems to be in play as well, harps and flutes by the sound of it., again Queen Rhaenys has always cared for the soft tunes of the harp.
A frustrated and unladylike huff escapes the Queens lips as she paces, looking rather angry, her expression softens when she sees Rhaena , making her smile. "Oh you look beautiful, sweetling" she exclaims , kissing her daughters cheek.

Aelor had been on his way to the great hall in a fast pace, not wanting to suffer his mothers wrath, unfortunately he had been summoned by his fathers Hand. He's currently standing in his fathers solar, listening to another reminder of what he must do, the short replies mostly consist of "Yes father" and "I understand"
While Aegon gives his lecture, Aelor notices the pitcher of wine and an empty cup. Had the King been celebrating early? He hopes not, that's not good manners but one cup of wine has never hurt.

The guest started to arrive, and Rhaena noted her mother's silent annoyance. Aelor and father still hadn't come. Her mother couldn't do anything about it, it was rude of her to leave. Instead, Rhaena watched her smile and greet the guests and Rhaena started to do the same. It was boring, but necessary. After greeting a few boring Lords and Ladies, a pair of hazel brown eyes met Rhaena's lilac, and Eric Baratheon stood before her.
"Your Grace", he said, bowing towards her, "it is an honour to meet you in person" he said with a smile.
"You fought well, Lord Baratheon, congratulations to your advancement" Rhaena answered, also with a smile. Eric Baratheon bowed towards Rhaenys as well before moving, and another boring Lord stood in front of Rhaena instead.

It would seem that The Seven guided Aelor to the grand hall, moments after Eric left Rhaena's side, the King and Prince enter, causing the whole room to bow and curtsy.
Rhaenys seems to visibly relax as she takes her place at her husbands side, proudly sitting down with her head held high. Aelor quickly makes his way towards his little sisters side, *smiling charmingly to any Lady in his path his expression changes when he passes Eric, trying to huff out his chest , similar to what birds do when they notice a possible rival.
"You look lovely tonight , my dear sister. And you have shoes on, I'm surprised." He jokes quietly glancing at Rhaena's delicate face.

Rhaena let out a laugh.
"Well, I can't say it's of choice, dear brother" she said, wiggling her feet under the table. Soon have every Lord and Lady greeted the Royal Family, and started to mingle around the room. Rhaena spotted Rebecca in the far back, together with another girl and.... Eric. Rhaena stood up.
"Well, I'll just do my duty as a Princess and mingle with the people" she said with a grin and started walking among the people in the room. It was a good sign, having a Prince or Princess (or any other member of the Royal family for that matter) to talk with the people, because it meant that they weren't so obnoxious. Rhaena made her way through the room and ended up close to Rebecca.
"It seems like we meet again, Lady Tyrell" Rhaena said. Now when there were so many people around, she had to speak properly, addressing them with Lord and Lady. Stupid in Rhaenas opinion, but her opinion didn't matter in this case.

"Your duty is to stay by my side" A quick and almost frustrated reply from her brother. Aelor watches her slip away , towards the Baratheon boy who happens to be standing near the sweeter than honey Tyrell girl, in a few quick strides, Aelor haa reached the group as well.
Rebecca curtsies as Rhaena walks over "Princess Rhaena" her sweet smile is and happy expression makes Aelors heart skip a beat , or a few.
She happily chats with Rhaena , not noticing the presence of the Prince.
Aelor can't help but to stand in such a way that he almost creates a barrier between the browned haired Stag and his little sister."Lord Baratheon, I thought you would be too tired to attend tonght"