Visenya

Queen Visenya was observing a few soldiers spar, namely the a few members of the Kingsguard. After all, they were her idea, so she was going to make sure they were worthy before they were actually allowed to serve her Kingly Brother-husband. Her arms were crossed and weight, shifted onto one leg as she watched the now-sweaty men in their white cloaks and silver armor duel to no end, her brows furrowed intently.