<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #8080FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Leon Aeide</span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold">The eldest son of the Earl of Eastshire</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/1a5b9afe-0161-4354-bc75-a3a3c40a5d28_zps38f9d31e.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Leon entered the Arena without the token of Adelaide fixed to his helmet. He would use it in some other way as originally intended to keep her cover alive. Maybe it had been the view on her ass from behind that had made him change his mind to play it to her favour, nevertheless he felt good with the display soon to follow. Nobody would question Adelaide about being still with him later. His opponent was a young noble boy with some complicated name. Not that it mattered, none would remind the name after today. Leon moved his large black steed over to the royal box and he gave a warm smile to the Queen and a nod to Edward. He practically ignored Adelaide, his eyes darting back to the Queen.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Long live the King and the Queen…”</span> Leon had bellowed it out, varying Yakari’s call from earlier. The crowd followed his lead and it tuned the words out, Leon said to the Queen, but the three people in the box had heard them anyway. <span style="color: #FF8000">“…and may the Queen always look as lovely as she does today.”</span><br/><br/>Putting on his helmet, he moved his horse to the boy waiting for him. There was a row of lances ready . Leon leaned down to the boy, whispering to him. Everybody could see that the boy looked at him wide-eyed and nodded hesitantly. The crowd roared when Leon pulled a piece of cloth in the colours of the Bleddyn from his gauntlet. They liked to see a knight fight for the honor of a lady. And Leon and Lady Adelaide were a beautiful couple. Leon turned his head to the royal box and his eyes drilled into the shocked face of Adelaide. He knew that she was thinking, this bastard has double-crossed me. But she would be up for another surprise.<br/><br/>Leon waited for the boy to hand him a lance, before he was handing him the token. There were different ways to wear it. On your body meant that your heart belonged to the lady and that you regarded her as yours, that you were defending her honor with your life. It was the reason why Sir Damian had insisted that Yakari gave Martine her token back. <br/><br/>The other way was to knot it around the shaft of the lance. This was a lesser honor for the lady. It meant that the knight was dedicating this round to the lady. Mostly knights did it to impress a lady and to win her heart over. But it could backfire if you didn’t unhorse your opponent. When Leon lowered the lance tip and the boy walked hesitantly to the front, everybody expected the boy to knot the token to the lance shaft. But something was wrong, the boy looked back again to Leon hesitantly before he continued to the tip and wrapped the cloth around the lancetip. Everybody could see that the boy was under shock and the crowd sighed collectively in despair. Leon lifted the lance and then he pointed it at Lady Adelaide in the royal box. Now even the last knew that they just watched the start of a feud between those noble houses. Whatever the reason may be, but somehow the Lady Adelaide must have made an enemy in Sir Leon. <br/><br/>Leon took his position and the moment the boy lowered the flag, his horse rushed forward. With his joust record it was no wonder that the young noble boy on the other side favored his shield over his lance. Leon saw the tip of the lance of his opponent whip like a blade of grass in the wind. Leon’s lancetip, brightly covered in the green colours of Bleddyn, was rocksteady in the air. He aimed for the top of the shield. His opponent saw the small movement and his shield went up to take the blow in the middle of it. In the last moment the lancetip dropped burying itself under the shield in the now uncovered belly of the young noble, denting the thin armor at this place. The noble practically folded together, his lance and shield flying helpless from his hands, his body lifted out from the saddle, wrapped around Leon’s lance. Droplets of blood were flying through the air, when the young noble went down to the ground and Leon let go of the lance. The crowd roared in unison.<br/><br/>Leon reined his horse in at the end of the row, moving slowly back to the place where the young noble was writhing on the floor, his hands pressed against this belly. The armor had ripped open under the brutal impact and the sharp edges had buried itself deep into the flesh. It wasn’t lethal, but it would be the hell of a surgery to get the boy out of his dented armor with all the metal sticking in his body. Leon looked down on him without sorrow. It was basic training to keep your body covered and such a fault would be lethal in battle. The boy should be thankful for this lesson.<br/><br/>One of the servants untied the bloody cloth from the lance tip, after Leon asked for it. With it in his hand he rode over to the royal box. Leon removed his helmet and his eyes looked at Adelaide in pure hatred. Waiving her forward he handed her the cloth, with nobody seeing how his finger brushed over her palm.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“You can call yourself lucky, that you are a lady, Adelaide. Take it as my last warning that I don’t like to be played with…that’s very generous of me. Normally I ask for satisfaction…” </span><br/><br/>The crowd had gone completely silent, not wanting to miss any second of it. Leon moved his horse forward until he was facing the Queen, giving a deep bow. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Majesty, you can always count on my lance being there for you…”</span><br/><br/> It was a harmless and knightly statement, but not only those in the royal box, but some of the folks on the stands too, understood the double meaning of ‘my lance’.</div>