He had won the duel. The young lion cub had found himself outmatched by the Dornishman's sword. Leaving him with a curved blade at his throat and granting the Dornish Prince both infamy and glory. But at the end of the duel all Aryan could find himself looking out for was his Lioness. She seemed confused from his victory, unsure how to cope with the win of her "mortal enemy." She had nearly ran out of the crowd of shocked nobles after his victory had been confirmed.<br/><br/>Aryan was tired, his armor seemed heavy on his shoulders as he helped the young lion back to his feet. Sheathing his blade, Aryan retreated to his tent, not thinking about the countless nobles that approached him and congratulated him of his skills. A tournament duel was simply a tournament duel. Nothing but a ruse for other nights to understand their potential opponents so they may take advantage of their knowledge in battle. The honor was a facade and nothing else.<br/><br/>But ultimately upon reaching his tent, Aryan succumbed to his fatigue. He had his squire help him change out of armor— which was much more cumbersome than the prince was used to. Northerners seemed to enjoy fighting in heavily plated armor that seemed to only slow him. The cumbersome armor however was ultimately necessary for his survival. If this tourney had been in Dorne, most of the Northers would've fallen simply because of heatstroke.<br/><br/>Now, clad in silk robes of white, gold and orange he rested. By the time the festivities had began, Aryan had rose, clad in his robes, chests-plate and gauntlets. But rather than proceeding to the feast he found his squire announcing that the Lioness had actually come to his chambers.<br/><br/>A small smile curved up on his lips as she entered. Nearly leaving him speechless from her beauty. From diadem to her feet she seemed<i>perfect. </i>The only words he could respond with at first were: "Then you've come to the right place my lioness." He approached her, his head cocked lightly as his hands moved to her waist instinctively to hold her, letting them wrap around to hold her by her ass and pull her close to him. "You may have not planned on visiting, but you surely did not plan on me winning." Aryan said as his hands pushed up her dress, not caring if it was indecent, to let them rest on her warm and naked skin. "Tell me my lioness, did you believe I could win? Or was your lace that you tied around my wrist a way to tease me?"