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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Nov 23, 2018 1:10:12 GMT 1
It was an odd feeling. Today was to be the first in over a week where he was not a ride against or any other way bare steel against another, be it in the jousts or a mock-battle. He had been eliminated in a humbling demonstration of just how far he had yet to go and today he was to view the lists from the stands rather than down on the grounds.
Today was to bring a series of duels, issued and answered during last night’s so called “festivities”,his brother amongst them - Titus intended to watch them all, some of them could bare dire consequence.
But today was also to brought a promise of glory as Ser Roland Cordwayner was to ride against Lord Marq Durwell in the finals, followed by the crowing of the Queen of Love and Beauty. Titus thought of Lady Daena and how her eyes had lit up when speaking, even in jest, of such an honour, a honour he had fail to deleiver. Would he see her again? Should he seek her out?
He pondered on this along last nights discussion with Lady Ashara and his confession to Septon Abelar while he sought out a man with whom to place a bet for the Final.
Gambling was a sin but surely a bet placed on the success of a friend could be forgiven?
Really just Titus placing a bet on Roland winning but open for anyone to run in to/whatever
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