The Court at Sunspear

After a while, a young man who looked to be around eighteen sauntered across the hall. "Hello," he said. "I've never seen you before. "Are you some lord's new paramour?"

He eyed her in some confusion. "You have never met me before. How could you know my mother already? I have not told you her name, nor my own. But nonetheless, I am Quentyn Martell, Princess Sarella's son."

"I see. Well then, Princess Daenya, how is it that my mother suffers a dragon to live in Sunspear? You're damned lucky she didn't have you strangled, or drive a spear through your back. That's how we usually deal with your kind." He smirked at her.

"Of course I am. The court shines all the brighter for your presence. Though you certainly have a high opinion of yourself. Have any of the young knights thrown themselves at your feet yet?" He asked, ignoring her jibe about his mother.

"Not bloody likely. But you can kneel to me if you like. I wouldn't mind that at all."

"As i have never met a princess outside my own family, how can I say it is in other lands?" Quentyn retorted. "But no matter. We are both too highborn to kneel to one another. I shall have to think of something even more amusing than having you throw yourself at my feet, shan't I?" He grinned. "Perhaps I shall lock you in my chambers and ravish you until I'm bored of you, And then send a ransom demand to your father."

Prince Quentyn smiled. "Do that and you are a dead girl. You'll have your head cut off and your corpse will rot in a crown cage."

Quentyn grinned. "We have to keep things interesting, don't we? It's your people who have dragons. I've never met one of your kind before."

"You don't." He said. His face was very close to hers. He leaned down to kiss her. And then a woman called out "Prince Quentyn! Have you heard?"

Quentyn's head jerked up. "No, what is it?"

"There is to be a dragon hunt! Prince Trystane has gone out with some of the lords who have come for a visit. It's so exciting! They are going to bring back the dragon's head for the princess!"

Quentyn moved back from Daenya. "A dragon's head, is it?" He murmured, looking down at the girl. "How...amusing..."

"I don't have the authority. And who are you?" The woman retorted. She was young, perhaps nineteen or twenty, just one of the many courtiers at Sunspear.

Prince Quentyn grabbed Daenya's arm. "What do you mean, your dragon? I never heard you came on a dragon!"

The woman looked right down her nose at Daenya. "Such dramatics. Go then, if you must. But Princess Sarella gave her orders. It was to be a test of some kind. You will have to hurry."