Joane pretended to be stung by her father's words, mock horror at none of the princes wanting her. "Father, you are too cruel! They'd grace my presence, but I'm certain that they'd find I'm too much of a person for them to stand me for long. I think the one that will have the hardest time finding a partner will be our dearest brother, if I may be honest. Unless he marries a lady from the North, they will both be too passive to do much."
And with that Sigurd let out a curt 'lets' go' and marched the family towards the palace. As they entered, his majesty rose to greet the Northerners. Joane did a curtsy and murmured a quick, "your grace".
"Your family looks to be in good health today, your majesty. I'd hope that the tourney goes as well as your perceived health, but I'm afraid that nothing can be quite that good." Joane said with a polite smile, clearly trying to butter up the king with kind words. While their son was sick, it would be good to say that they looked healthy, even if they actually weren't. A Southerner trick, certainly, but preening your allies' ego never hurt anyone.
"Do excuse me; would you care to help me carry something? I'll pay you well. It won't take too long, don't worry, I just need you to carry something from further along this square down to the tourney ground and you look strong enough to carry it without it bothering you too much."
Jace should be impressed at the coin, she figured, but she'd stolen far more than that from the knight's purse. Eh, it was spending money and something to do at the very least. Plus, she bet she could make his eyes pop out of his head by saying that she was a squire and carried heavier for the sake of her knight. He'd thought that she'd give up on carrying such heavy things. She just kept at it, and soon she was stronger than him due to his continued pigheadedness and idiocy.
"You got it sir! What do you need carried? It can't be any heavier than my knight's plate armor for the tourney, so I'm pretty sure you got lucky in picking your errand boy." Well that could have been done with a bit more tact, but whatever. It got the point across. "Say mister, you were talking about betting on knights earlier? I'd bet on none of 'em. They're not going to go full out unless you know that they have something to lose besides face. So they're not going to try their hardest here. They'll all look flashy, but don't be fooled. I've seen them do better when they're not showing off."