On a White Horse [EA 5]

[Alicent Feyther]

She pressed her lips together, gazing up at him. "... As real as anything can be..." She ran a hand over his arm. "Though I must ask the same of you... I swear I dreamt you would c- arrive..."

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

Lorent didn't seem to notice Alicent's hasty correction, but rather took her by the waist, lifting the slight girl and twirling, making her dress flutter behind her. "I assure you I am no dream." Setting her carefully on her feet, hands still on her waist, "just you wait," he promised. Chuckling, "no doubt you'll find that I chew with my mouth open, or clean my nails at the dinner table, or some equally disgusting habit."

[Alicent Feyther]

She laughed and held onto his shoulders as he lifted and spun her. "Well, I spend too much time with my nose in a book, I hear tell," she replied , her hands not moving yet. "If that's unappealing, you might be in trouble."

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

"Beautiful and clever?" Lorent drew back and whistled a short, sharp tone, the white steed trotting up to them. He made a gesture and the horse carefully settled on its belly. Once more the knight picked up the girl and turned her, setting her in the mount's saddle. Clicking his tongue, the horse got back to it's feet, Lorent's hands slid down her hips and thighs, steadying her as the horse's motion swayed her.

"I'm kidnapping you, Lady Alicent. Rosecrown is humble, but it will be uplifted by your grace."

[Alicent Feyther]

With his hands on her thighs, she couldn't quite resist the urge to hook her beslippered foot around his back. "Oh dear. Should I cry for help if I'm being kidnapped?" She leaned forward just a little to touch his cheek.

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

"Indeed," he teased, moving closer and pushing her skirts scandalously towards her knees as her foot draped over his shoulder. "Call for help, I shall take up my spear and rescue you."

[Alicent Feyther]

"Aren't you the one kidnapping me, though?" She noted, smirking down at him as he lifted her skirt toward her knees. She didn't stop him though, commenting wryly, "I wonder what kind of spear with the way you're handling that fabric."

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

Careful not to upset her seat in the white stallion's saddle, Lorent took a step back and whirled. He spotted where his spear had fallen and ran to scoop it up, twirling it. "I will defeat any foe, no matter how great. Even if it is myself!"

[Alicent Feyther]

She laughed as he postured, twirling the spear. "Truly, that would be a battle worth seeing."

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

He fell into stance, moving fluidly through various drills. He was wearing no armour, granting higher flexibility and speed as he showed off for Alicent.