set during day three of the headsman's tourney: night. the rivers bastard is arm and arm with the princess targaryen, @eclipt1cs, the market lit by lamps of fire as the two strolled.
"do you care to tell me what debauchery you have gotten yourself into over the past month, princess?" there is an amusement colored in betha's tone, one that should not be so familiar with the targaryen, but betha does not bother to care about such things. the world saw her as a bastard, as less than everyone else, but somehow better than the smallfolk. it was silly, thus she did not prescribe to what they thought of her and surely not what she thought of the company she had kept. "i have been hearing little ravens about the lord hand's tent, though i cannot say that i was entirely innocent there either. but, i am not a princess, far from it, so there are less eyes upon me during this farce."