Return of the Lady-Champion (Open)

[Torin Lannister]

A Raven had arrived from the Eyrie, Lena sent word that she had smashed Robb Stark's force and sent him running back to Winterfell wit his tails between his legs. She mentioned she would be returning to King's Landing but didn't mention if her forces would be following her to King's Landing or staying at the Vale. It didn't matter, his wife had put a quick stop to the Young Wolf with Gregor Clegane and Ser Alric staying up North to keep the pup at Siege.

Ser Torin sent the message onto his father, for Lord Tywin would want to know. He had been quick enough to assume credit for dispatching Gregor & Lena and he would likely assume credit for their success, but while he was Lord of House Lannister it was his prerogative. Ser Torin would keep her at heel, but another baby in her to unite House Lannister & House Arryn and Torin would get his reward.

For now however Torin's wife had bested Robb Stark and it was time to celebrate. He sent an honour guard to parade her ride through the city to the Red Keep and had done everything short of whipping the servants to be sure when she arrived she would arrive to a proper feast. Every Lord and Lady had been invited so the smug shits could wallow in his victory. The Great Hall had been filled with tables so guests could sit while feasting on the finest foods, boar & chicken in exotic sauces, pumpkin soup and all manner of cakes. More was being brought out every minute.

Ser Torin stood towards the head of the table, his long blonde hair resting on his shoulders and his green eyes smiling even more then his mouth was. He looked simply charming today, adorned in a black doublet with golden lining, a red sash worn over one shoulder and down around the opposite hip, a golden lion brooch beside a brooch of the Arryn bird. It was her victory after all. He wore silk pants of red and leather boots of black to match his doublet and a ceremonial sword upon his hip. One hand held a cup of wine as keen eyes watched everyone assemble to honour Lena Arryn's victory over Robb Stark.

Everything was falling into place splendidly, when a servant approached to inform him Lena had been sighted approaching the great entrance to King's Landing. Ser Torin dispatched his squire to lay out choice dresses that fit her station and prepare a hot bath, she would want to prepare for the celebration. The squire, a cousin from Lannisport or someplace, ran away at once to see the largest of the Lion's will made real. He then dispatched an emissary to greet Lady Arryn of the Vale and made her aware of the day's festivities.

[Lena Arryn]

Dismounting her horse Lena Arryn groaned to her self as the emissaries exited the Red Keep to take her horse away and usher her into the keep in excitement.
She smiled to them all politely as they ushered her in past the hall entranced and answered their questions about her trip home and how things were in the Vale and all the small talk involved in keeping your mistress happy.

The convoy led her to the chambers she and Torin had been moved to once Tywin had moved into the Hand's chambers.
There a bath was waiting for her and Lena had never been so happy to see hot clean water in her life. She had bathed in the Vale, but travel was hard and rough and her joints ached and she smelled of horses. Covered in dust and eager to wash Lena began to undress and dropped her self nimbly into the water. Relaxing for the first time since she'd left the Vale.
Once she washed away the grime and the ache of travel Lena stood and dried her self and saw that clothing had been left out for her.
Of course they'd put out dresses and clothes to make her look like a prim Lady. She sighed and chose the least formal of the two.

When they entered the hall Lena noted Torin standing at the head of the table. Their last interaction before she had left was an argument in which she'd barred him from their private bed chambers. They'd parted on bad terms and now he was standing with her sigil on his breast, and more importantly he was smiling- at her.
She was taken aback. Was he turning over a new leaf? Though she thought he'd been doing that the night of their argument until he'd had to much wine.
Striding forward Lena decided to meet him head on, the confidence of victory still in her step.
"Ser Lannister, I see you're doing well." She said, noting he already had a goblet of wine in hand.
Was he going to get drunk again and attempt to verbally dominate her again? She doubted she'd be so womanly about it this time, she'd be very likely to just ride home for the Vale if he got the idea he could bring her to heel.

Adorned in a blue dress with many layers and gold trimming Lena stood one hand on her hip, the other on her throat toying with a golden strand of beads. Her hair was worn according to the southern style, off of her neck and shoulders in braids and intricate buns.

[coinmaster]

"My lady! Congratulations on your victory against the Northmen!"

Petry Baelish had made haste towards the Red Keep, once he'd heard the news of there being a victory in the North. Of course, Torin Lannister had wasted no time in playing up the victory with a grand celebration for his wife. It made the people feel good, but Petyr knew better. Robb Stark was too much like his father to take this defeat sitting down. She should have made sure the boy was killed. How unwise of her.

Petyr kept such things to himself as he strolled through the dining room. He wore a shirt of pure silk with a purple sash of the same material across his shoulder. He carried a book with him, like he often did of the many transactions and business deals made in King's Landing. He looked better that day and that wasn't to say he was a slouch when it came to dressing. he simply made sure that he looked right for the occasion.

"Lord Torin. I can only imagine how happy you must be after such a victory.", he said, bowing his head slightly to the largest lion of them all.

"I do hope that this good fortune lasts. I trust there are more battles to be fought, yes?"

[Torin Lannister]

Lady Lena arrived in the great hall of the Red Keep, looking fresh & clean and adorned in a dress that she most certainly had not been riding in. Her arrival did not go unnoticed by the assembly of Lords & Ladies that filled the seats on the great table.

She approached him and bore a face that was as stern as one of the Northmen, it must have been a memento from one she killed. Ser Torin himself wore a ring he paid the Iron Price for during the Greyjoy Rebellion. He had a ring, she had a face. He placed down the cup of wine after she spoke to him and his face exploded into a celebratory laugh. His powerful hands took her by the waist and he lifted her into the air as if she was just a small child or a sack of potatoes.

He did not place her down upon her feet once more, instead placing her rump upon one of his broad shoulders and seating her upon himself. One of his hands took her hand, so she could keep her balance well enough. T'was the Master of Coin that first approached them. "Aye, the Young Pups balls were torn off quick enough against my wife." The fool was lucky Torin hadn't marched himself, he'd have burned Winterfell to the ground and put Robb in his place, mayhap burn Wintertown. Ser Torin had no interest in rape himself, but that Catelyn Stark and the women of Winterfell could take a raping from Lannister men. The Boy Stark would now his place then. "There is always more battles to be fought." replied the Lion, one eyebrow rising as he said it.

[Lena Arryn]

When Torin hoisted her into the air Lena had to resist the urge to call out in shock. She hadn't been expecting that all on. She gripped his hand tightly never having noticed how tall he was before now, the it was like being atop a horse sitting on his shoulder.
She gripped his hand tightly to steady her self and felt a smile pull the corners of her mouth- she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of enjoying her self around him, but she had been part of a great battle and won a great victory.

"Your congratulations are most welcome Lord Baelish." She said from atop her husband's shoulders. "I wish that I could bring the heroic Ser Alric and Lord Clegane with me, but alas they hold Winterfel in preparation to put the young wolf down."
While Lena understood the great euphemism of tearing the balls from the pup she would much rather drive the killing blow. She was of the believe that if you were to do something you should do it to the best of your ability.
Unless that thing was Torin.

[coinmaster]

Inside, Lord Baelish silently chuckled at the mention of the two knights being heroic. It was odd how many people, including himself were considered things like heroic and honorable. There was no honor amongst the nobles and Petyr knew that. The first one to realize such things were the ones who survived. Another mental smile came to him upon thinking about what happened to Ned Stark. Such a shame how a man could be so trusting and be made to be so weak because of that trust.

"Should I come across them, I'll make sure to congratulate them as well. Already, I here they are making songs of how you bested the wolf in combat. The word travels fast in these lands, yes?", Petyr said to her as he swaggered over to a seat near the center of the table and took a seat.

"And but of course there is, Lord Torin. Of course, I imagine that wouldn't be something you'd wish to speak of on this grand day of your wife's victory. Do forgive me for bringing it up in the first place."

He didn't like speaking of war anyway. Fighting was for men who liked to play at having brains. The Starks, the Lannisters, and the Baratheons could have all that. Petyr was making great progress on his own little battlefield. Even now, he was battling and no one present would even know.

"So do tell me what is next for you, Lady Arryn. Now that Lord Tywin has returned, will you and your husband being staying here at the capital?"