w. darron dayne, day three of the riverlands gathering, @irxn-hexrt
there seems to be not much of a rush this morning — after the hunt, the king saw himself generous as allowing his guests to sleep, as long as they appeared on time for the activities to run as they should — so joanna sees no need (or wish) to hasten her breakfast. instead, she lounges, lingering on her bites, enjoying the little calm even if something pokes like a bothersome prickle of the finger. "ah, ser dayne." she peers up when the knight appear, waving a hand to beckon him close. hardly ever did she bother with kingsguard — she's had her own for twenty five years now, and could have no need of changing it when he serves her so well — but, sometimes, joanna can indulge herself out of her own person, if only out of duty for her children. "have you eaten? i heard you are enlisted for the melee later today. my kingly husband shall approve of that." despite the query, she cares not if he has eaten — nor does she bother him to join her table (could you imagine?). "i was wondering if you would do me a favour, during the match."
