No one in the Royal Family, nor the Family of the Hand of the King, could understand how Joffrey became even more protective of his wife overnight. By the time that they'd settled for the Tourney, Elowen had drank no less than 20 cups of ginger and peppermint tea.

The tea had been ordered made by Joffrey the moment he woke up.

Sansa and Septa Melarie were the only ones that were aware of the reason for this change in the Crown Prince, an action that despite her feelings towards the situation, had Sansa smiling softly.

Elowen sat next to her husband, who was leaning into her and had a hand on her thigh, gently rubbing it over the light fabric of her dress. She was wearing a golden dress with a fitted bodice and loose sleeves, a sheer contrast with the dark red clothes that her husband wore.

"How do you feel?" Joffrey whispered to his wife, watching she scrunched up her nose.

Elowen was not fairing well, she was nausceous, her head throbbed and she felt faint. Septa Melarie had advised that Elowen remained abed, when she first told her of her symptoms, and even Joffrey, who knew his father well, had asked his wife to reconsider staying within the Keep.

But it had been Elowen who insisted on going, proclaiming that if she missed any event that the Court and the people would know for certain that she was with child.

"I'm well." Elowen replied curtly, bringing her cup to her lips once more, while the taste of the tea was not the best, Elowen much prefered it to the taste of bile that resided in her mouth each time she was sick.

The recently wedded couple did pay much attention as the members of the joust presented themself, they didn't pay much attention until the Mountain fell on the ground. Which had the couple turning their heads in shock and surprise.

Mostly Joffrey who wasn't used to seeing the giant man lose to anyone. As the Mountain demanded his sword, those who were privy to how tourneys happened, knew what was to come, but those that weren't, such as the Stark twins, screamed as the Mountain drew his sword and slammed it down on his horse's neck.

Sansa hid her face in hter father's arm, who instantly craddle her head, while Elowen fainted, her cup of tea clattering to the wodden platform as her body went limp.

Unfortunately the commotion was so much, with the Mountain charging at Ser Loras Tyrell, successfully knocking him off his horse, that no one but Joffrey noticed that Elowen had fainted, which prompted him to react quickly to catching her before she fell.

As the Mountain began to hit Ser Loras's shield, the Hound descended from the podium and attacked his brother, prompting the brother to begin swinging at each other. 

While there were people that were interested in the fight, there were also people who were afraid that this sibling brawl would get out of hand, the crown Prince was torn between his morbid curiosity for what was going to happen and his unconscious wife.

And perhaps for once in his life, Joffrey chose his duty, his family, over his morbid curiosity, turning his head to his father and calling out "Father!"

The urgency in Joffrey's tone surprised Robert, who had never known his heir to be serious about anything, it was the same urgency that prompted him to look in his son's direction rather than the fighting siblings. His dark eyes caught the sight of a limp Elowen, along with the worried look on his heir's face, an expression he'd never seen in Joffrey's features.

Without waiting another second, Robert stood up and bellowed loudly "Stop this madness, in the name of your King!"

Instantly, the Hound dropped to a kneel, which aided in him missing the swing of his brother's sword. The Mountain, angry and annoyed, turned to his King and threw his sword on the ground, not wasting another moment before he left, an action that was allowed by the King.

Now that the fight was over, Joffrey picked up his wife while Ser Loras approached the Hound and thanked him, only to have the Hound renounce the title that Loras had used.

As everyone erupted in cheers, Joffrey descended from the podium and began to make his way to the medical tent, bringing the attention of Ser Loras and the Hound and to the Prince and his wife.

The first of the Starks to notice Elowen's limp body, was Sansa, who had stood to cheer, and being the first to see her sister, she dropped the rose that had been given to her and used her father's shoulder to jump over the rope that divided the podium and the beaten dirt.

Ned had been confused with his daughter's actions at first, but his confusion didn't last long as he saw Sansa lift her skirts as she ran after the Prince, and from where Ned could see, auburn hair that was swaying with each step.

Septa Melarie was already waiting in the Medical bay, having been brewing more tea for the Princess Consort, which meant that as soon as Elowen was laid down on the table, Septa Melarie was already checking the eldest of the Stark girls.

Joffrey was standing by Elowen, holding her hand when the rest of their families arrived. Robert and Ned looked confused as they both new the Heir's attittude towards people, while Sansa merely rushed to her sister's side, leaving Myrcella and Tommen to stand by their father scared.

"Why has she fainted?" Ned asked the Septa as Grand Maester Pycelle entered the tent, quickly approaching the Septa, who whispered something to him. Joffrey knew that his wife's Septa would never tell anyone about the pregnancy unless it was absolutely needed.

And if Joffrey could be honest, he was feeling as if this was one of those moments.

"She should've remained abed." Septa Melarie told the Prince after Pycelle whispered back in her ear.

"I tried, you saw how stubborn she was, claiming that she couldn't miss first appearance as my Lady Wife." Joffrey countered, griping his wife's hand harder with his worry.

"Will anyone tell me why my daughter has fainted?" Ned questioned louder than before, in a tone that he had not used since Robert's rebellion, when commanding his banners.

"I believe the Princess Elowen is with child, Lord Stark." Pycelle started, motioning for the kettle that was by the fire, the scent ginger and peppermint that filled the air finally invading the senses of the poeple in the tent.

The news shocked both fathers, but before either could say anything Joffrey lifted his head, the expression on his face being on that his father often saw, "Your assumption is not wanted here, Grand Maester, mayhaps you should tend to the wounded of the Tourney." Joffrey said in a dark and angry tone, showcasing his less than pleased emotions with the Maester.

Grand Maester Pycelle looked shocked with how the Prince was talking to him, even if he knew of the Prince's temperament.

"Is she with child?" Robert insisted, ignoring his son's threat to the Maester and wanting the answer.

"'If the Princess is, 'tis too early to tell, your Grace." Septa Melarie lied before the Maester could say anything, "I was making the tea because the Princess wasn't feeling well when dawn broke, and the Prince didn't want to give the family false hope."

Joffrey nodded slowly, his green eyes still had and locked on the Maester, showing his displeasure with the man.

The three people that actually knew of the pregnancy relaxed when the King dropped the subject, instead ordering "Take her back to the Keep, and have her remain abed. I'll send for the Queen to check on her upon my own arrival."

Ned Stark, who had known Robert to not care for anything but Lyanna, wine and whores, looked surprised with how his best friend was dealing with the situation, surprised that he was actually showing compassion after the disaster that the Tourney had been.

Joffrey picked up his wife once more, turning around to leave the medical tent with Septa Melarie following after him without missing a beat. And with a slight nod from her father, Sansa was rushing after them, much like she'd done on the way there.

Robert also sent his own children back with the rest, having decided that they should be in the Keep should the nexrt few rounds of the joust or the tourney turned as violent as the joust had just been.

This left the three men in the medical tent alone.

"This news does not leave this tent, I want no one to know that the girl might be with child." Robert ordered, an order that meant that keeping this information to themselves would mean that the member of the Small Council in the dark along with the rest of the Real.

Pycelle nodded and bowed before leaving, his reaction leaving a bitter taste on Ned's mouth, but a taste that he swallowed as he whispered to his best friend "Thank you, for not sharing this with the Realm."

Robert nodded and ran a hand over his face as he sighed "Childbirth is no ease feat, I do hope the girl survives it."

His worried were echoed by his best friend, and now Hand. Ned knew that his eldest daughter was younger than some to give birth, and he knew that childbirth was one of the most painful feelings that women went through.