The day for the Royal Tourney had finally arrived, with Knights from across the Seven Kingdoms filling the city, prepared to prove their mettle before the eyes of the crowd and most importantly, the King himself. It wouldn't be an even that Leofric would skip, neither himself or the rest of his brothers in the Kingsguard. The Whitecloaks were revered amongst the smallfolk as the greatest Knights across the Realm and would be a great disappointment if the crowds coudnt see their heroes ride in the lists.
Still, routine was what it was and the morning drill had to be followed. Down in the courtyard, Ser Leofric was overwatching the spar between two young squires that practiced for the Squire Meelee in hopes hat one of the could win and receive a Knighthood.
"Try a different approach Mikken, he has more range, meanning you will have to try a different approach..." Leofric instructed his companion as his sword exchanged blows with a boy from Hellholt that favored a wooden staff as weapon. But suddendly the Dornish boy halted his attacks, letting his opponent to strike him at the side of his head.
"Quentin, I didn't meant put you guard down. You were supposed to challenge him before he..." he paused himself when he realized what distracted his students. A woman he recognized as the bodyguard of the Lannister ward was making short work of a fully armed guard using the elegant ways of Water Dancing. He himself was familiar with the style, meeting various Braavosi mercenaries during his days as a young Knight travelling the Free Cities. Still, the style seemed too foreign for his taste.
"Alright, that was quite the show, but it is rude to stare..." Leofric said as he pulled the squires back to reality
"Now, resume the spar and Quentin...let your defense down like this again and I will ring your head like a bell." he said, hoping that the Braavosi sellsword didn't notice the boys staring at the Braavosi sellsword as if she had grown six legs and three heads.