"I was certain that you told me that you didn't like to watch these events," Santana looks over at Rachel from where she's sitting. She hadn't expected to see Rachel of all people here, she hadn't seen much of Rachel over the past few days. Judy had been around talking to her about the blasted wedding. She was actually glad that Rachel had showed up, it gave her someone else to talk to.

Rachel sighed, "I don't normally like to show up, however, Lucas enjoys having me here so he can present me with the victor's wreath."

Santana smiled in a friendly manner, "I'm sorry Rachel but unfortunately, Lucas won't be bringing the victor's wreath this year." She hears a snort and turns to look at Russell who seems amused by her declaration. Even Rachel looked amused by the statement.

"Charles has never won before," Rachel says gently. "Last time, Lucas didn't spend that long dispatching him, when it came to the finals. Lucas was complaining earlier about he wanted a real challenge this year."

Santana bit the inside of her lip hard, trying to keep her annoyance under control. The last thing she needed was Russell making her sit still and keep quiet for another week to teach her something or rather. "He promised me the victor's wreath, and I believe him."

Rachel shot her a smile at her and turned to look at her father-in-law, pausing for a moment. "Where is her majesty?"

Russell grunts, "Apparently she'll be joining us soon enough. I don't think she likes to watch the races, or the archery competition. It's hardly the most interesting events. Lucas will take the archery competition and Charles the race. The real competition is when the combat starts, it's the most popular event. Though any upset will get the people excited."

Santana nods, frowning slightly the race track was long and in the middle of it she could see where the archery completion would take place. She turns to look at Rachel, "Would you care for a wager?"

Rachel turned to look at Santana and smiles, "Oh? You're that certain that Charlie will bring the wreath to you?"

"I am, I have faith in my husband," Santana lies through her teeth, she'd witnessed the two of them wrestling and she had little faith that Charlie would win, and she had very little to offer Rachel.

Rachel grinned, "Very well, if Lucas is to win then I wish for the best foal that is born to one of Charlie's horses. People come from far and wide to purchase one of his war horses, and he doesn't sell them. I doubt he'll easily part with it."

Santana licks her lips, before smiling and nodding, "And if Charlie brings home the wreath then I simply ask for a favor to be completed at a later time."

"A favor?" Rachel questions, frowning at the thought.

"Worried?" Santana smirks at Rachel's hesitation.

"Of course not," Rachel scoffs and looks at Russell who shrugs at their bet. "Very well."

Santana leans back in her chair and swallows, he had made a vow to her that he would bring home her the wreath she just needed to have faith, and hope that he never found out that she had bet one of his horses just to simply one-up Rachel.

"Aren't you lucky, this may be a far more interesting competition than usual," Judy said as she moved towards her husband, another blonde hair woman beside her. "Santana, I know it's taken some time but I'd like to introduce you to Lady Brittny of the Pierce's, though she's like a daughter to me, and in a household filled with men, I assure you I enjoyed her presence."

Santana gets up immediately to greet the younger woman, she looked barely over sixteen, but she could see the family resemblance immediately. Even though Brittany's eyes were blue, which differed wildly from the Fabray's green eye color. "It's a pleasure to—" She's pulled into a tight hug, and she glances at Rachel who smiles at her.

"I've always wanted an older sister." Rachel clears her throat, and Brittany only sticks out her tongue in a childish manner. "I've know you forever Rachel, we all thought that Charles would never marry."

Rachel laughed, "That is true."

Russell cleared his throat causing Brittany to turn to look at him, he doesn't need to say anything before she launches herself at him and he hugs her tightly. "Welcome back to court," he murmurs against her head. "Try to behave yourself this time—"

Brittany flits away and takes a seat beside Santana who is still very much surprised by her presence. "Are the rumors true?"

"Rumors?" Santana questions frowning slightly.

"That you're like us," Brittany whispers conspiratorially.

"Oh, I have abilities—I control—" Russell snorts loudly at this. "I can manipulate fire," Santana scowls at him, and she grimaces when she feels her control slip for a moment. "What about you?"

Brittany grinned at being asked, "Wind, I'd show you but it might spook the horses." Brittany says turning her attention down to look at the horses. She leans forward suddenly forgetting all about Santana and the rest of the Fabray clan and flicking her eyes toward Mike who was preparing for the archery competition. "Do you think if Mike wins he'll give me the victor's wreath?"

Russell scowled. "He's barely a noble, I know you fancy him but I can find you a far better match."

"Russell dear—"

"You like Mike? He doesn't really say much," Santana says flicking her eyes towards him.

"You know Mike?" Brittany asks turning to look at Santana in awe. "Really?"

"He was at my wedding," Santana said with a shrug but Brittany seemed to be hanging on to every word. "We haven't spoken much, I'm far closer to Tina, but I suppose I can make the introductions later." The ground rumbles and Santana turned to look at Russell, "Do you need to sit and remain still for hours?" She asks in a mocking tone.

Judy bites her lip to keep from laughing at her husband's expense, "You deserve that one dear, but the competition is about to start and you can't make a scene."

Russell inhales deeply and stands to the roar of the crowd that had gathered to watch the games, his voice booms, echoing across the arena that Santana is certain he had built. She's about to pay attention to him when Brittany tugs on the sleeve to her dress.

"You will actually introduce me to him, right? Charles has always been a big meanie about it and said no," Brittany whispered.

"I will after the competition," Santana promises, before the sound of her voice is drowned out by the cheers and Russell takes a seat.

"Archery up first? At least with the races someone usually ends up being trampled," Russell grunted in a bored tone as he holds up his goblet to be filled. He frowns when Charlie steps up with the first set of archers, and shakes his head, half expecting a barely competent round from his youngest son. "He'll barely hit the target, and will inch by this competition," he says with a wave of his hand.

Santana leans forward slightly, hoping that he even remembered the promise. The first arrow he notches and releases lands on the bullseye drawing some cheers from the crowd, and she's surprised for a moment when he looks at her and smiles before letting another arrow fly. This one splits the arrow from before and the action causes Santana to relax and lean back. He was going to take this seriously. "It doesn't look like you're getting one of his horses this year, perhaps next year."

Rachel smiled looking at Santana, "I assure you that this isn't over."