[ Her eyes track his clever fingers the magic he possesses still a wonder to her, the like of stories. To see him in the colours of the Unseelie is a relief, even as she recalls all he has said of Winter's Queen. Alicent offers a slight curtsy and inclination of her head. She knows the way of the courts, always has, but she plays it up a touch, for the pleasure of the Balfours and her companions both. ]

My most gallant knight. [ A faint, possessive curl at the back of her mind, for Alicent has never had anything that was truly hers, not her husband, her children or the crown. All belonged to another first or to the realm itself, even. ] What an honour it is to join your court for the day — and have you join mine.

[ With a warm smile, she extends her hand. ]

I ask for no more than your best in today's tourney, Ser Harry.