To the Victor go the Spoils

"When he rode past her on a great grey horse, his beauty hit her like a blow, as if she'd been struck by the lance he so skillfully carried. Long black hair, which matched that of his steed, streamed out behind him fluttering above his deep blue cloak. The velvet matched his focused eyes, narrowed in the blinding sun. His features were as finely sculpted as his armour. His helm was held between his thighs. She could not help but stare at their potency. They flexed suggestively as he rode, causing her own to twitch in longing."So begins Gwendolyn's day at the Queen's Faire. She eagerly gives her favour to this handsome knight in the first joust of the day. His favour is soon returned as the afternoon goes on, full of feasting and dancing and stories and songs. But will Gwendolyn's support be enough to see him win the ultimate joust? They know only one thing for certain: to the victor go the spoils.