[center][h1][color=256F5C]Lucan Gully[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=256F5C][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Tournament
[color=256F5C][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Me, Myself and I[/center][hr]

Lucan was usually busy on days like these. His skill with the blade was rather well-known, and Samson enjoyed having Lucan enter tournaments and fights to represent the crown. Although, Lucan figured that he would likely have a reprieve from the tournament today, considering its specific purpose. Part of him regretted that, he did enjoy tournaments, and he enjoyed a good fight - missing out was a shame. On the other hand, he didn't exactly feel like knocking his younger brother to the dirt, if the two ended up dueling each other. For once on a day like this, it seemed Lucan would have some relaxation. His gaze still watched over the royals as it usually did, but he did not stand over them now.

Lucan had found a quieter spot over to the side. He'd spoken briefly with his family during the feast, even his mother - who at the very least put on a facade of motherly pride at seeing him in such a position, though even Lucan knew it was false. She probably [i]hated[/i] him. That was even worse than his father - at the very least he made his disdain known, his mother tended to keep it to herself, or behind closed doors. He sighed as he shook the thought from his head - he preferred to think that she still held at least some love for him. He had yet to speak to any of the Hylands, some of his family appeared to be getting friendly with them, his father had spoken at length with the Lady Julia, and his siblings had spoken with the younger Hyland lords and ladies. 

Despite urging himself to do so, Lucan had not spoken to, or attempted to speak to any of the Hylands, he didn't feel it awkward, or uncomfortable, not exactly - he just had no idea what he would say, more-so to the ones who already knew him than the ones who didn't. Lucan sighed again as he watched the contenders step forward, he knew most of them, most were at least somewhat decent with the blade, but he figured some had a better advantage than others. He couldn't help but wonder how much each had had to drink, Samson had the wine flowing since the beginning of the feast, and many seemed to have indulged throughout, he figured by now he was one of the most sober men there.

Again he was brought back to the thought - it was a shame he could not enter, but in the event he won, it would be rather awkward, it would require a re-do, the lord-commander of the kingsguard certainly could not marry the princess, he would have been an unnecessary and pointless entry into the rather important tourney.

[center][h1][color=AA8839]Arthur Gully[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=AA8839][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Tournament
[color=AA8839][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Amara [@smarty0114][/center][hr]

Arthur sighed as he settled into his seat beside his wife. He had never been particularly big on tournaments, he had only ever entered a few in his younger years, and he found little enjoyment in watching the events. In his day, Arthur himself had been quite the swordsman, and he could still hold his own - but age took a toll on everyone, he wasn't as quick as he used to be. His martial skill came mostly from the mind - Arthur knew how to lead men, whether a small band or a large army, he was an enemy to be feared on the battlefield. He was pleased at least, that he seemed to have handed down some of his skill with the blade to his sons, however.

Ithobal was a better leader and sailor, he had more of his father's head for battle, but he was certainly not without his own ability with the blade. He'd been trained well throughout his years, both by Arthur himself, and Tybalt - the master-at-arms. Arthur was confident in the boys abilities, he certainly had a fair chance in the tournament. At the same time however, Arthur felt a pang of regret at his eldest son's poor decisions. Lucan had been holding a blade since he was young, he knew how to use it marvelously and that was a fact well-known throughout Lhivoria.

Arthur spotted Lucan, toward the side of the tournament, standing closer to the Hyland seats than their own. [color=AA8839][b]"If that boy knew what was best we'd have won the tournament already."[/b][/color] Arthur muttered in a lower voice toward his wife. Arthur knew well what his wife thought of their son, how she called him a traitor, a betrayer. While Arthur may not have gone to those extremes, he did to a degree agree with her, and he certainly understood her views. He was more than aware of her hatred for the Ainsworths, he'd once gone as far as to promise her their heads, but at the same time he understood the value of keeping in their good graces, in waiting until the time was right. Having Lucan where he was, it was good for their family - kept them with the Ainsworths' support.

As another servant came along offering wine, Arthur shooed him away, he hadn't had a drop of wine that day, nor did he plan on it - Arthur rarely drank away from the safety and privacy of his office in the Serpent's Roost, or at the table with his wife. In another's castle he would never even touch it. He sucked in another breath, and looked from the contenders up toward the royal booth, waiting for the tournament to begin.