On a White Horse [EA 5]

[Alicent Feyther]

A knight on a white horse. It was a cliche, really, suitable for children's stories and the like but certainly not for real life. But then, couldn't the same be said or portentous dreams? This involved both, and Ali was always curious. Something like this not the least of which. The question, of course, was where would a knight be? The event grounds occurred to her as a logical place to look, and so she walked there, skirt lifted a little to keep the hem of the fine fabric out of the dirt.

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

After the targets and stray arrows had been cleared from the field, and the spectators had drifted away, Lorent had taken his horse out to the Event Grounds, and was now pacing the length of an imaginary jousting list. The white steed tossed its head proudly as rider and mount moved in fluid unison.

[Alicent Feyther]

She opened her mouth to call to him, but she closed it again as she watched rider and horse move together. They moved in such graceful unison that she couldn't help but just watch for a while. Later, she would ascribe it to still being in shock from the dream earlier. The fact was, she was unexpectedly feeling a bit shy after their exchanged look earlier.

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

Seemingly without need to command his steed at all, Lorent reined in the stallion, turning tightly and beginning on the return. This brought Alicent in his line of sight. He didn’t smile, but looked at her wonderingly, as if not quite certain what he should think. The horse slowed to a lazy amble as they drew near.

Closer now, it became apparent that the man had green eyes, darker than the Lannister twins, and flecked with amber.

[Alicent Feyther]

The eyes that met his briefly were a bluish-violet, an unmistakable color and almost a challenge if it were at all in the young woman's ability to control. It wasn't anymore than her pale hair or her small stature or delicate build. She curtsied to the approaching knight until he finally got close enough that introductions were in order. She managed to find her words just in time. "... Ser. My name is Alicent Feyther. It's a pleasure to meet you."

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

Lorent read determination in those eyes, a fiery spirit that couldn’t be suppressed. A smile curled the corners of his mouth, but no more. He touched the white stallion’s neck, near the whithers, and the great steed lowered itself carefully into a bow, one hoof extended out in front, the other curled towards its broad chest.

“A honour, and a pleasure,” though his expression was reserved, his voice was warm. The horse stood once more, and the knight dismounted smoothly, bowing formally, “Lorent Tyrell, at your service.”

[Alicent Feyther]

"Ser Lorent..." She seemed to almost be testing the name on her tongue. Her expression was as warm as his smile as she watched. "I haven't often seen such a rapport between a knight and his steed."

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

“Thank you. Though, if I might be so bold as to ask, what brings such a lovely maiden to such a dull and uninteresting field? Surely there are a dozen places more interesting, and with better company,” he indicated to the empty stands around them.

[Alicent Feyther]

She looked a little embarrassed, but her smile didn't dim. "To be honest, I was looking for you... After the arrival of everyone this morning, I wanted to meet you."

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

This drew an ‘o’ of surprise from the usually reserved knight, “then I am honoured twice over, but what business could such a beautiful maiden have with myself?”