There is nothing like watching Game of Thrones to disperse the myth of romance created by attending the Renaissance Festival.
I am reminded of the line from William Shakespeare's immortal play Henry the Fourth:
Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose
To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude,
And in the calmest and most stillest night,
With all appliances and means to boot,
Deny it to a king? Then happy low, lie down!
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
The heck with the crown! Uneasy sits the queen (or king) who sits upon that throne!