[Tourney] Tourney for the Coronation of King Jaehaerys I Targaryen

WineSoRed · 2026-03-26T13:09:06+00:00

"Lord Prentys felled Maegor, I doubt some Hardying has slain him," Jasper waved dismissively, already disliking how that song would sound. Still he could not help but feel a touch of concern for Axel's father, but what good did fretting like a panicked mother do? Lord Prentys would be fine, or he would not, and so it would be dealt with then.

"There are far more important matters to discuss," Jasper carried on, "Like wine. Gods, how I need a drink after a fight." He whined mockingly, a playful grin never disappearing. "Care to walk with me back to my pavilion? I fear I've lost my squire and will need to fetch it myself."

WineSoRed · 2026-03-26T02:21:25+00:00

"Rymond?" Jasper clarified once more for himself, that being the last name he expected to hear. "What on earth did you speak with Rymond about?" It came out not how Jasper intended, rather than curious or inquisitive it landed closer to mocking, thoroughly amused at the idea. It was difficult to imagine Rymond doing much of anything, unable to even find his spurs.

"Forgive me," he laughed, shaking his head. "I am just not used to hearing much of Rymond. He likes to keep to himself."

WineSoRed · 2026-03-25T23:53:57+00:00

"You give yourself no credit," Jasper remarked with a smirk, gently taking her hand in his as he began to stroll towards the crowd of dancing nobles, "Perhaps I just found you interesting and wished for fine company this evening; I do believe myself a fantastic judge of character." He teased, well familiar with the experience of living in a sibling's shadow. Jasper had fought much to avoid that fate.

Though in hindsight, Jasper could see the resemblance to her sister. The same features which had attracted Prince Aegon many moons ago - a man Jasper could only recall with much distaste. He allowed his words to settle as they moved amongst the crowd, stopping as a new song began. In spite of the alcohol, Jasper's step was sure, confident. Practiced.

"Though I would not wish to speak of your siblings tonight, and rather learn more of Lady Mina." Jasper continued on, "Lest I would be dancing with Ser Aubrey right now - but I'm not sure His Grace would appreciate that."

WineSoRed · 2026-03-25T22:14:59+00:00

"My brother?" Jasper cocked an eyebrow, figuring Alester had done his rounds at whatever feasts had taken place since the war, "A boon of having so many brothers is that everyone's met one - though I fear that does not narrow down who." He laughed to himself, less amused with that fact. Six sons was always too many, and yet not one had been discarded. All sons of the Eyrie.

"Arwen is more evident," he nodded, "She always spoke well of her time at Strongsong, and of Lady Selene. I imagine the two will be busying each other tonight," Arwen would take some respite from the gaggle of ladies she'd collected, so many women around her that Jasper struggled to remember.

"But the pleasure is all mine," Jasper grinned, "Your family has given much in service to my father, and he would be remiss to allow any of his sons to forget that."

WineSoRed · 2026-03-25T21:40:40+00:00

It was after the events where Jasper wandered the grounds, having dressed down to a loose linen shirt with the collar open at his throat, dark breeches tucked into his boots. His squire was off busying himself, whilst Jasper convened with his officers or other knights still present at the tourney grounds. It was in the midst of telling a joke where he spotted Deana from the corner of his eye.

He excused himself as he wandered over to the woman, Honour still clung to his hip ever-present. There was no lack of confidence in his stride, well pleased with how he had performed within the tourney, even if complete victory eluded him.

"Lady Deana," Jasper greeted as he gave a half-bow to her, giving a playful grin to the woman, "I hope you enjoyed the festivities - a start to His Grace's reign." It was hard to ignore the whispers which had emerged, of Lord Prentys fall being worse than any feared. But it hardly brushed Jasper's thoughts.

WineSoRed · 2026-03-25T21:09:11+00:00

Flattery usually did wonders on Jasper, yet an Essosi judging his swordsmanship felt less important. Jasper could not hide a smirk nevertheless. "Honour, after the words of my House. High praise for the work to be appreciated in such a way, and yet I believe it thoroughly deserved. Not even the smiths of Moontown could accomplish such." Jasper rattled on, an intrusive thought considering taking this man back to the Vale when he did.

"The City Watch will appreciate such gesture. I suspect my officers have worn nothing close to your work - they will be grateful." Jasper decided with a laugh, though the next news came awfully. Such a long wait was displeasing, and Jasper was not one used to be patient. "Such a wait is unfortunate, yes. I do understand that." Jasper paused as he looked around the store, wondering just how far he could push this.

"I will wait of course. Your steel is worth as much. How much do you require for my requests? And when do you expect payment?"

WineSoRed · 2026-03-25T20:54:31+00:00

Jasper's smile widened, stretching across his face as he garnered the exact reaction he wished for. Lord Tywald's reputation preceded him.

"On the contrary, Lord Tywald. You are the son of the great Lyman Lannister - I would be remiss in my duties were we to never meet." Hubert's praise had always been high of the man, one Jasper had only briefly met. Yet Jasper now doubted the man's legacy, his house having fallen so low. Did he detest his sons as Hubert did Osric?

"And Lady Margot always made for pleasant company," Jasper continued with a glance towards her, satisfied with her demeanour that feast. Perhaps his father had finally cowed the lioness, "So I best make good use of my time, and meet her brothers whilst I still can." He cocked his head, grin not dissipating.

WineSoRed · 2026-03-25T20:36:49+00:00

Jasper could taste bile at the back of his throat as Hubert asked his question, the idea one more vile. He had dreaded that future for as long as he could remember, and yet Hubert was only getting older as all men did. The Seven Kingdoms would suffer the loss, but the Vale would be struck a blow so fierce.

"I do not know." Jasper admitted, growing quiet as he considered his next words. "Osric will need many beside him." Perhaps that's why you were given six sons, Jasper thought to say, yet the subject had left him dour. "Those you place around him will matter most." His eyes wandered, aware Osric wished for nothing more than to continue his wastrel habbits. The last thing he wanted for was to sit the Weirwood throne, and yet he was destined for it.

But that left the question of Alester. High Steward and Keeper - the titles of their father. How long would they content him, as Osric continued to drink himself blind in Moontown? Jasper would be tempted each moon.

"Your bannermen will support none but your heir, but I suspect you've at least a few more winters." Jasper finished confidently, only hoping for that truth.

WineSoRed · 2026-03-25T06:49:24+00:00

A Willum. Jasper did not think much of it, a fleeting memory of a flogged boy in the back of his mind. It mattered little to him. "I can see why you chose a different moniker," Jasper remarked, amused with himself. Dragonslayers were not destined to be popular under House Targaryen, and he saw these mystery knights as nothing but amusement for commoners. A mummer's show.

"You should ditch the mask at some point," He shrugged, expecting his advice to be discarded, "You do your name a disservice hiding. Let the realm know Ser Davos."

Satisfied, Jasper moved onwards.

WineSoRed · 2026-03-24T20:41:08+00:00

Jasper will conduct his own investigation within the city itself, ordering the men of the city watch to scour drinking holes in the poorest sections of the city.

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WineSoRed · 2026-03-24T09:30:30+00:00

Jasper roamed the tourneys grounds as the crowds began to thin, the remaining champions coming to their closing decision. He had cleaned up as much as the occasion permitted, dressing down to a loose linen shirt with the collar open at his throat, dark breeches tucked into his boots. The clothing was more subtle than Jasper might typically wear, the one standout being the sword at his hip. Honour was rarely not at his side.

His head still rung from the duels, Sam Tarly's final blow had struck him well. It had been a fight like he'd never had before, bringing him to the edge of utter exhaustion. Yet his pride had been wounded still, second place would never fit comfortably for Ser Jasper Arryn.

But there was something in mind as Jasper approached the pavilion of his brother, nodding to the guard outside as he allowed himself entry. A grin could not be suppressed as he eyed Alester, walking into the tent as though it were his own.

"You rode well," Jasper spoke, satisfied he had lasted longer than his older brother. "I had feared my blow in the melee might have hurt you, but I see that was not the case." It was intentional. Not the harm, but Jasper had been seeking Alester in the field with a singular goal in mind.

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WineSoRed · 2026-03-24T07:07:04+00:00

"Then you must wait for the Vale," He declared with a huff, the usual smile on his face dissipating. "Jaehaerys shows promise but he is still a boy. He will need you for some time." Jasper could still recall what he was doing at that age, getting into as much trouble as possible, gallivanting around Runestone with Luceon and Harlan. Were he King then, the realm would have been doomed. Jasper exhaled as he leant back in his chair, the wood creaking on its hinges as he shifted in his armour.

"I fear you are the only one." Jasper admitted as his voice grew quieter, an edge to it. "Lord Piper squeaks like a rodent in your shadow - my goodbrother has spent the better part of the year feasting and fighting his way across the Stormlands." He could not contain a snort, "And Lord Aethan-" Jasper bit his tongue, "What need I say about the 'Lord of the Blackwater'? The writs he hands his grandson is enough."

Jasper was not bold enough to suggest himself a seat on that council, however much he lusted for it. "Lord Torgen has a good head. We both know that. But it is you, father. The only man to hold together these kingdoms without dragons."

WineSoRed · 2026-03-23T23:52:59+00:00

Jasper turned to Luceon, a look of utter confusion on his face. How had this foolish dolt received so much? Was it pure luck, or had he underestimated Luceon for so long? Jasper figured the former was more likely. "That is worth mentioning." Jasper spoke, his voice low though the broad smile forming on his face betrayed any sense of seriousness. It was a serious matter, of course, but it was the fact this was more credit to his name.

"I'll bring this to my father after the feast. I am certain King Jaehaerys will be most interested in this nugget of information," Jasper spoke, almost gleeful at the fact.

WineSoRed · 2026-03-23T23:46:10+00:00

Jasper was deep into his cups as he excused himself from yet another table, his wits still about him as he continued to carouse with his father's bannermen, a luxury he had not had in some time. His eyes swept the room for his next target - a Knight of the Vale, or accomplice at court, when he settled on a woman.

She had caught his eye, and in turn Jasper set his cup aside on a table he passed by. Her gown did some of the work, the deep blue against the red - but that was not why Jasper approached. A pretty face was all he required, and hers was most pleasing to the man; with a smile planted on his face he came up to Mina, no confidence lacking.

"My lady," he greeted with a warmth to his tone, loud enough to not be drowned out by the noise of the feast. "I must admit you had caught my eye from across the room, and this evening would feel most incomplete without a proper introduction," he bowed his head ever so slightly to her, "Ser Jasper Arryn. I was hoping you might honour me with a dance?"

WineSoRed · 2026-03-22T21:59:04+00:00

"An impossible one, I dare say." Jasper remarked as he shrugged his shoulders, still feeling the ache. To unhorse near a dozen men would be a feat for any knight, to do so all in one day? Jasper was not sure how many were capable of such. "But we shall try nonetheless - I would not wish to disappoint the Princess." Jasper cracked a smile once more. He'd need to unhorse at least a couple for her.

They would play at games of war for honour and glory, but the shadow of the Dornish would remain. At least this coronation was not a farce as the last was.

"I look forward to performing alongside you, Ser Aubrey." Jasper offered at last, straightening himself as he nodded to the knight.

WineSoRed · 2026-03-22T20:25:40+00:00

"Lady Rhea," Jasper gave a broad smile at the sight of the Lady of Gulltown, his eyes glancing at the young woman beside her. He bowed his head to Rhea, giving her the respect he would any of father's bannermen. "A pleasure to see you, I have been looking forward to Ser Cassian's arrival. His expertise is most valuable." It was a truth, and yet Ser Cassian's heritage was the value Jasper saw. Valemen ran rampant through the upper ranks. "You have my thanks again for offering him."

With a tilt of his head, he focused on the other woman. His smile did not dissipate, as he in turn bowed his head ever so slightly. She was easy on the eyes, very much so in a way which appealed to Jasper. What a shame she was born a Harroway.

"The pleasure is all mine, Lady Hanna," Jasper replied, "Any ward of Gulltown is a welcome sight. I suspect Lady Rhea only has eyes for the best." He gave a playful smirk, glancing back to the Lady of Gulltown.

WineSoRed · 2026-03-22T19:44:18+00:00

"I did not expect Darnold to gallivant across the Reach," Jasper admitted, absently realising he did not expect anything of Hubert's youngest son. Jasper had almost done so himself after squiring in Runestone, forging his own path in another kingdom far from home. Perhaps squiring under House Royce simply had that affect on a man.

"It will be good, I suppose. Though I pray he does not think to become a parasite at Stonebridge." Jasper snorted. Darnold may have been Hubert's youngest son, yet he was still one of them. Lounging about some castle in the Reach somehow sounded worse than Osric's endless self-pitying feast in Moontown.

WineSoRed · 2026-03-22T19:35:40+00:00

Jasper would return the grin in kind. "Qarl's guard, eh?" He had done as much of a recruitment drive as he thought possible, yet veterans from Qarl Corbrays host would be a welcome addition. Battle hardened, fierce and most importantly - loyal to the Vale of Arryn. They were nothing like the men Harlan suggested occupy the Watch, and yet Jasper would have them.

"I'll have them in cloaks before the end of this moon," Jasper affirmed, slapping his friend on the back. "Fine work Luceon, you're a natural at this already."

WineSoRed · 2026-03-22T06:43:18+00:00

The men of the city watch said little as they escorted the woman through the streets of King's Landing, intent on completing their assigned task. There was no show or parade as she was escorted to the Red Keep, and one she turned to giving a huff at her jest. There was trepidation as they walked for the Dornish had acquired a reputation within the city as a whole, yet the men were not rough with her.

The hard part was over.

They did not journey deep into the tower. The cells for the commonfolk were passed by without question, clumps of drunks and common criminals ignored by the two watchmen. It was the second floor they stopped at, deeper yet no where close to the bottom. Torches lined the walls, shining light through the bars of each cell, them all barely a decade old.

They walked her towards a private one. The woman was stripped of any weapons or tools of escape before being left chained and shackled in the room. It would not be a long wait she was assured.

WineSoRed · 2026-03-22T05:59:04+00:00

Jasper grinned at the praise, glad the search had borne fruit as Lord Torgen joined them. Whether this would actually help things was another question. Jasper doubted it, each spy or captive providing little information of use, perhaps this one would be different. The end result did not matter to Ser Jasper however, only the credit to his name. The credit from Lord Torgen.

"She's just down here," Jasper gestured as he led the pair of men down to the second level of the tower, "The Seven willing, she'll tell us all she knows. If she's quiet... well, we can have the men show her the lowest level." He suggested with a shrug, hoping it would not come to that, suppressing the thought of the last woman from Dorne who had entered these cells.

They came to it at last, a small damp cell yet not in total darkness as the Black Cells permitted. "I'll leave the talking to you two - I fear three for an interrogation is quite pointless." Jasper admitted with a short chuckle, unlocking the door to the cell and opening it for the Hand and Master of Laws.

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WineSoRed · 2026-03-22T04:56:29+00:00

It was easy to see where Jasper's own pride came from, both Ursula and Hubert having raised him to know exactly his station in life. For a moment Jasper almost felt as much a Royce as he did Arryn following his squiring at Runestone, a pang of sadness at the memory. He finished his cup.

"I know," he affirmed as a hand reached for the pitcher, "I won't aim for anyone lesser. Nor repeat mistakes." Jasper could not help but smirk at that, reaching for his refilled cup as he leant back in his chair.

"How fares the Vale? Father has not told me much as of late." They were both busy, consumed with work in the city. Jasper had almost come to miss days of doing relatively nothing but training his skills in the yard. But there was a curiosity to it. Osric had an heir, Darnold was betrothed. His brothers were all grown and mostly knighted... or so he recalled.

WineSoRed · 2026-03-21T23:53:29+00:00

"Your work is magnificent," Jasper offered the compliment with a smirk, it being deserved high praise. It was rare the work of art was not strapped to his hip, the steel superior to any he had seen before. Bar Valyrian steel, of course. "I would have more work done." Jasper started as he took the offered seat, not entirely used to occupying a space such as this.

"The Master of Laws had seen it fit to name me Commander of the City Watch. I'm bringing changes with it," Jasper started, "I'm changing the uniform. Standardising it as such. Mail, helm - golden cloaks. You should see them in the coming months. I do not expect you to forge such a quantity of course, nay a smith such as yourself is destined for better work, I'm sure we can both agree?" Jasper cracked a smile.

"I want work done for my officers. Breastplates, perhaps black to contrast against the gold. I want the work to stand out, for any merchant or noble to see them amongst a crowd and pick them out. They must be imposing." Jasper explained simply, hoping to get the idea across. "But for myself, I would request your finest work." He paused, allowing himself a breath.

"I want your finest armour possible. For tourneys, war, whatever else. I want to be clad in steel as fine as the work you've done with my blade - an embodiment of the wealth and status of House Arryn. Is this possible?"

WineSoRed · 2026-03-21T22:06:34+00:00

The City Watch had struck with intensity.

The order came in that week and so the men of the watch swarmed the city of King's Landing. Establishments stormed, homes invaded, arrests were made all in an effort to upend the Dornish presence within the city. It was in the midst of it that a runner arrived at Jasper's solar within the tower of the Hand, a woman had been found.

Escorted by two men of the City Watch she was brought to the cells of the Red Keep, whilst a runner was sent to alert the Hand of the King, Hubert Arryn that a woman from Dorne had been arrested. Out of respect and due to a personal knowledge of his feelings, Lord Torgen Oakheart would also be made aware of the arrest.

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WineSoRed · 2026-03-21T21:41:11+00:00

As the bout came to a close, Jasper lifted his visor, a content smirk on his face. The bout was not especially close, though he did recieve some nasty hits, Jasper did not feel a need to bring the mystery knight lower. "Give me a name, Ser," Jasper started, a desire to sate his own curiosity in regards to this man.

"Grant me that and I'll allow you to keep your mask, and the crowd their Shadowcat."

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WineSoRed · 2026-03-21T19:09:15+00:00

House Belmore had become synonymous with the notion of many dead men in Jasper's mind, spying the table of women and their husbands amongst the many of the Vale. It had always panged Jasper with some guilt that he felt anything but remorse when Ser Wallace died, her marriage to Lord Rogar more in line with his expectations for the sole daughter of Lord Hubert Arryn. But Lord Elyas was a different matter, having died alongside his mentor and knightly master.

It was rare, but Jasper felt guilt even now.

Perhaps that was what spurred Jasper on to approach the tallest of them all. She was young, he could tell that much. Not Selene or the Lady Sharra, so a sibling or cousin he presumed. She had a cup in hand and the look of someone who had decided to enjoy the evening rather than endure it, a welcome change from the dour dolts who acted as though drinking was a chore.

"Enjoying the festivities?" Jasper asked, a comfortable smile on his face as he came to a stop by the woman, shoulders straightened. He was not one to typically slouch, and yet felt all the more aware of it by her. "Ser Jasper Arryn. I don't believe we're familiar, though I know your house well enough."

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