Days before the match….
Tyrion ran as fast as his feet could take him, clutching his personal journal tightly in his arms along the way.
He was heading down to the training yard after eating his breakfast. He had gotten up late today after spending so much time thinking about the dragons the night before, so he was one of the last to find out that Jaime was going to be practicing with the crown prince. Apparently his brother had been bold enough to ask the crown prince for pointers after training with Prince Daeron the day before.
Tyrion wasn't all that curious about swordplay, but he knew how much this meant to his brother. Jaime idolized knights and honor and great warriors, and Prince Rhaegal was said to be a mighty warrior with his very own Valyrian steel sword.
Tyrion was curious to see how it went.
When Tyrion arrived at his destination, he made sure to hang back and watch from the shadows. The training yard was filled with Lannister men as well as the Dragonguard. Some of the men were tall and wide, and very hairy. Apparently they came from the North. Tyrion was able to ask a couple of them some questions after they got curious about his smaller frame. They did not mock him, at least Tyrion didn't think so. They also answered his questions, being able to speak and understand the Common Tongue, and Tyrion was able to learn that they were from Skagos. A mythical island if he ever heard one.
The unicorns were real too.
Prince Rhaegal stood in the middle of the practice yard with Jaime. They wore breeches for their training. Daeron was nearby, watching. Ser Arthur Dayne of the Kingsguard was also present, wearing the famous Kingsguard armor. Tyrion knew about the knight because of his status as the newest Sword of the Morning. He was young, but he was probably the most famous knight in the realm at the moment.
There were several balconies overlooking the training yard and seated in one of them were his mother and the queen. Princess Shaena and Cersei were with them too. The four were drinking and making idle conversation, but it was clear that the Targaryen princess was more concerned about what was happening below than with the conversation. The same was true for Cersei.
'Who is she rooting for?' Tyrion wondered as he looked at his sister. Normally, Cersei would gush and brag about Jaime all day long. She thought that because they were twins, Jaime's accomplishments were somehow her own. Tyrion didn't really understand, and he was too scared to ask her.
Jaime charging at the crown prince shifted Tyrion's attention back to the training yard. His brother must have been practicing for a while because he was really sweaty.
To Tyrion, Jaime's strikes were ferocious and well-timed. He moved fast. Tyrion knew that he could never move as elegantly as his brother. He wasn't all that sad about it as he preferred his books, but a part of Tyrion wished that he had the opportunity to become a strong warrior. Perhaps he only liked his books because he didn't have another choice?
And yet, for all the skill that he thought Jaime possessed, it did not seem to make the slightest bit of difference as the crown prince either evaded Jaime's swings or merely parried Jaime's practice sword with his own. And Prince Rhaegal made it look easy.
'Woah.' Tyrion began to understand why Jaime idolized the crown prince. He moved with the same grace that Jaime seemed to have, only….better. Tyrion felt guilty just thinking about it, but even a complete novice like him could tell that his brother was outmatched.
The crowd clapped as Prince Rhaegal knocked Jaime's sword from the boy's grasp, leaving him defenseless and practically ending the duel.
Jaime didn't look frustrated by the loss. It was the opposite. Even from a distance, Tyrion was able to tell that his brother was happy.
It made Tyrion happy too.
"You still have a long way to go, Jaime," Rhaegal said after the crowd began to disperse.
"But he does have talent," Arthur added as he and Daeron approached.
Daeron looked put off. "I'm better."
Rhaegal chuckled. "Ser Barristan has high praise for you, brother. But you still have a long way to go too. Remember to not underestimate those around you. A single mistake can be fatal on the battlefield."
"You fought in a true battle against the Skagosi, right?" Jaime asked with excitement. "You and Prince Rhaegar went there together!?"
Arthur sighed dramatically. "I guess no one remembers my heroics anymore."
Rhaegal snorted. "What heroics?"
"Remind me again why I bother protecting you?"
Tyrion was surprised to see that the crown prince was so easygoing with the knight. Maybe they were just friends?
'But maybe….'
The sight of watching the crown prince joking around all carefree gave Tyrion the hope that maybe there was a chance that Prince Rhaegal would not turn him away.
Tyrion clutched his journal tightly again. In it were all the notes that he had written down about the dragons. Everything that he knew was in this journal. It was one of his most prized possessions. Only his mother, Jaime, and Uncle Gerion knew about it. He didn't know why he brought it out today. There was no way the crown prince would be interested in talking to him of all people about the dragons.
"Someone seems to be trying to hide."
Tyrion froze when Prince Rhaegal suddenly stood before him. He must have been too distracted by his own thoughts to notice the prince approaching him. He should have known that once the crowd began to disperse, he could be more easily spotted.
Jaime and the others approached him too, which just made Tyrion all the more nervous.
Out of the corner of his eyes, Tyrion noticed his mother looking over his way with worry.
He must have messed up by coming here, after all. How stupid of him.
"Brother." Jaime did not seem to notice his fear as he hugged him. "I thought you were still sleeping."
Tyrion almost gulped. Having Jaime around made him a tad more comfortable, even if his brother was sweaty, but he was still scared.
"I…I wanted to see you train, Jaime." Tyrion's voice was soft, and he hated that fact.
Jaime looked sheepish. "Watch me lose, you mean."
"He missed your losses to me as well," Daeron said.
"We were tied!"
"Were we? I can't really remember." It was obvious that Prince Daeron was having fun egging Jaime on.
Jaime grumbled. "Once we have more witnesses, we'll see who's better."
"Always so eager," Arthur said with a shake of his head. "I guess that's the joy of the youth."
"Why do you make it sound like we're old men now?" Rhaegal complained.
"You worry more about your courtly duties than your sword these days," Arthur replied with a small shrug of his shoulders. "Maybe you'll be losing your touch soon."
"You can say that when you beat me more often."
Now there was something to think about. A duel between the two of them would be exciting, wouldn't it?
"How about Ser Arthur and Prince Rhaegal practice next?" Jaime suggested, seemingly agreeing with Tyrion's thoughts. "You can show us a repeat of your duel from four years ago!"
"Perhaps another day," Rhaegal turned him down. "I still have yet to eat my breakfast."
"I think the princess is waiting for you as well, my prince," Arthur said, gesturing to Princess Shaena who was now waving at them from her seat.
Rhaegal seemed amused. "So she is. Come, brother. Our mother will not want us to starve."
"It's just breakfast," Daeron muttered but was already following after his older brother.
So they hadn't eaten? Tyrion was surprised. How long had they been sparring for?
Jaime made to follow as well but stopped when he noticed that Tyrion was still frozen in place, clutching his journal.
"Hm? Did you bring your journal to show it off to Prince Rhaegal?"
Wait, what?
Tyrion's eyes widened. He was too slow to stop his brother from taking his journal and running to Prince Rhaegal where he showed it to him.
"Prince Rhaegal! My brother has something he wants to show you! I think you'll like it."
Tyrion wanted to die. He almost whimpered when Prince Rhaegal took the journal from the grinning Jaime.
"What is this?" Prince Rhaegal flipped through the pages while Daeron and Arthur looked curious. Soon there was recognition in his eyes. "Notes? About dragons?"
Jaime eagerly nodded. "Yes. My brother is fascinated by them. He likes to read books about them. Too many if you ask me. What does he call it? Dragonlore I think. He's collected a lot of information. He wants to compare notes with you. Maybe even ask you some stuff. Isn't that right, brother?"
Tyrion knew that his brother meant well, but he could not stop the fear that gripped his heart the moment he saw Prince Rhaegal's eyes land on him.
"You're interested about the dragons?"
Tyrion didn't know how he did it. Maybe it was the encouraging look he got from Jaime. Maybe it was because he knew that his mother was still watching from her seat, supporting him. Whatever the case, Tyrion was able to find the strength to answer Prince Rhaegal's question.
"Y-Yes, Prince Rhaegal."
"And you're four."
It was not a question. It was almost as if the prince was reminding himself of that fact.
Tyrion did not know how much time passed before Prince Rhaegal closed his journal and smiled down at him.
"Well, Tyrion Lannister. What sorts of questions do you have?"
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Lyanna found Lannisport to be more pompous than she thought possible. Even the name itself was pompous. The Lannisters just had to name everything after themselves, didn't they?
'I'm surprised they didn't change the name of Casterly Rock too.'
Lyanna remembered the legend of Lann the Clever. A family descended from a liar. It all made sense.
Why was Lyanna in such a bad mood? It was because the city was putting her in a bad mood.
She had just arrived at Lannisport with her family and the Tullys. She could only stomach her brother and Catelyn making funny faces at one another for so long before she asked her father if she could go and explore. Her father did not seem to trust her, so he sent everyone else to be her bodyguards while he remained behind to finish overseeing the finishing touches of their pavilion alongside Lord Tully. Much to her annoyance, they were going to be sticking close to the trout family for the duration of the tourney to display their new alliance.
So stupid. Brandon was stupid. Catelyn was stupid too. All of them were stupid. Lyanna wanted to get away from them, not be stuck with them. She could only be thankful that she was able to get some space from Robert. The Baratheon had been a chore to put up with on the way here. For some reason, he always found an excuse to talk to her every time they saw each other. It was annoying whenever he visited Winterfell with Ned too.
Robert wasn't a bad guy. At least, Lyanna didn't think so. He had his funny moments. But she did not share the same level of interest that she was noticing he had with her.
All that said, Robert wasn't the reason for her irritation either.
You see, Lyanna and her brothers were walking with their direwolves through the city. Elbert was with them too, as were the Tully sisters. Occasionally they heard roars and other similar noises in the distance. No doubt it was the dragons. It meant that Shaena and her brothers had already arrived. Lyanna was eager to meet them again. Brandon probably felt the same way. Still, they had not been invited to Casterly Rock, so they were going to have to wait before they met with the Targaryens. This was why Lyanna wanted to explore a bit, see Lannisport with her own eyes.
She did not think that it would cause the whole city to look at them like they were freaks just because of their direwolves. The people in the North had already gotten used to their companions, but even when the direwolves were young none had been as squeamish as these southerners. Lyanna figured that the Tullys and the Freys were just particularly craven. She did not imagine that the whole of the south would be the same.
'Winter is no monster.'
Lyanna was confident that her direwolf was smarter than any dog or cat, and yet these idiots were looking at her like she was going to attack them.
'If I told her to, most of you would be dead within minutes.'
Lyanna didn't question the negativity of her thoughts. She was already annoyed with her brother. She didn't need this on top of that.
'Yes, yes. You're getting a wife. Good for you.'
What was the big deal? At least find a room or something. They didn't have to giggle every couple of seconds as they walked together, arms linked.
Gross.
Lyanna tried to find a way to enjoy the sights despite her annoyance, but it was not easy.
"You look angry." As usual, Ned had a way of stating the obvious.
"I think they're happy enough for all of us," Lyanna said and pointed at Brandon and Catelyn, grumbling.
At least poor Lysa looked as uncomfortable as Lyanna felt angry. That was a small plus.
Benjen didn't look bothered as he petted Shadow Fang on the head. The direwolf was the only one among his siblings who liked to be petted there. The others were more particular.
"He's happy," her younger brother said.
Ned looked pleased as they continued to walk through the streets. "Yes. I'm happy for him."
On a second glance, Lyanna could admit that she felt happy to see that her brother was so taken by his future wife, even if she did not feel anything in particular for Catelyn herself. They were going to be sisters, though, so perhaps she was being too judgemental. It was not as though Catelyn had grown up in the North. There were bounds to be differences between them.
"It shows that time is moving forward," Elbert said, catching their attention. Lyanna noticed that Lysa was sticking close to him.
"You might have grown up together, but there might come a time when you'll be forced to separate."
Separate? Lyanna didn't like the sound of that.
"Depends on where we end up," Ned responded as he glanced at her. "Although our dear sister will become the lady of some important lord I'm guessing."
Lyanna rolled her eyes. "No one is more important in the North than father."
"Not in the North, no. But there are other kingdoms."
Something about the way Ned said that made Lyanna both curious and cautious.
"What are you-"
Lyanna's question died when they came across a peculiar tavern built in one of the main streets of the city. The tavern itself wasn't peculiar. It looked comfortable and inviting. The kind of place that offered a good atmosphere while eating.
No, what was peculiar was that the tavern was packed with people while heavily armored men, perhaps knights, tried to keep the crowd in order. On a closer inspection, Lyanna noticed that the armors of the men bore the Targaryen sigil.
Why were there Targaryen guards here? And why did she suddenly hear a harp playing as they got closer?
Brandon looked away from Catelyn just long enough to notice the tavern too.
"What's going on?"
No one had an answer for him.
Curiosity getting the better of her, Lyanna quickly made her way to the tavern with Winter at her side.
"She just has to see what's going on, doesn't she?" She heard Benjen complain behind her, but Lyanna didn't care enough to correct him.
Thankfully, Winter's presence, along with her siblings, was enough to make the crowd make way for her and the others. Some even ran away.
The Targaryen men noticed them and stepped forward before they could get inside.
"You. What are those things?"
Things?
Before Lyanna could curse at him, Brandon stepped forward. "My name is Brandon Stark, heir to Winterfell. These are my siblings and our direwolves. In honor of my house, I assure you that the direwolves are well-behaved. They will not attack unprovoked. We are friends of Prince Rhaegal."
Were they? Lyanna hadn't interacted much with the crown prince. Looking back, that had been sort of a mistake. She could have maybe seen more of his magic if she asked. Shaena was always going on about how impressive he was, and Lyanna had seen the prince hatch dragon eggs for herself.
His magic was indeed impressive.
The guards glanced at each other, probably doubtful of Brandon's claims. There were whispers from the people who had been trying to force their way inside.
"Maybe we should have left them with father," Ned whispered, uncomfortable with all the attention they were getting.
As if Lyanna would ever do something like that.
"Ser Aubrey, there is no issue here. You can let them through."
A young handsome knight wearing fancy white armor appeared at the entrance. He carried with him an impressive looking sword that just drew the eyes of any who saw it. It only took Lyanna a few seconds to remember him.
'Arthur Dayne.'
The one who had fought Rhaegal in a duel that was immortalized in the songs of bards. Even the North had heard of the duel between the two four years ago, to the point that Old Nan asked Lyanna about it.
He seemed to recognize them as well as he gave his permission for them to enter.
Brandon gave him his thanks as they walked past the guards who stepped aside.
"Thank you for that, Ser. We might have been turned away."
"Your….companions do raise some eyebrows." Arthur glanced at the direwolves but for a moment, seemingly not bothered by them. "But after being around dragons for as long as I have, you become accustomed to such sights."
Lyanna was surprised. "You're not scared?"
Arthur snorted, which was surprising to hear from someone who was supposed to be a legendary knight.
"When you have stood before a dragon, there are few things left in this world that can scare you, my lady. Princess Shaena also made mention of them before, so I was prepared to come across them eventually."
So Shaena talked about their letters. Lyanna felt a bit embarrassed but also happy about that.
"So the dragons are here then." It was Lysa who said this.
"They are. I'm sure you've heard them. They take flights around the city too, so you might catch a glimpse of them eventually."
"Can we see them from a closer distance?" Lysa asked with wide eyes.
Catelyn looked surprised by this. "Sister?"
"What?" Lysa didn't look perturbed by Catelyn's reaction. "Aren't you the tiniest bit curious, sister?"
Catelyn looked uncomfortable by the question. "I…it is not proper to assume, sister. I'm sure the king would not appreciate any meddling from us."
Arthur chuckled as he led them inside the tavern. There were a lot of people packed inside the building, but the other imposing guards made sure to leave space for them as they traversed through the different rooms. The beautiful melody from before only got stronger the farther they walked in.
"There is no need to worry, my lady. I'm sure at least the princess will allow you a closer viewing of her dragon."
Lysa and Catelyn had opposite reactions to that piece of information.
"Wonderful," Elbert said under his breath, looking none too pleased. About what, Lyanna didn't know.
Her mind didn't stay on him as she and the others stepped into the back of the tavern. This tavern was different from any in the North as it had outdoor seating. The people here didn't have to worry about the cold or snow, so it made sense. To Lyanna it was a new experience. Or maybe this tavern in particular was just more fancy than others as the outdoor area was housed within a beautiful garden with a grand fountain in the middle.
All the seats were occupied. Some were even standing. Lyanna spotted more of the Kingsguard here, two others in fact. She also saw Shaena sitting beside Rhaegal and her other brother. Daeron, was it? Lyanna also recognized the dark haired lady with vibrant purple eyes who sat at the same table as the Targaryens. She was the one Ned was interested in, right? By the gods, she was more beautiful than Lyanna remembered.
The one that drew Lyanna's attention the most was Rhaegar. The handsome prince sat by the fountain as he played a magical tune on a custom-made harp. The harp held silver strings and was decorated with dragon motifs.
The harp produced some beautiful sounds thanks to the one playing it. The sounds had the audience entranced. Lyanna knew that she was entranced too. It was this sound that had drawn her attention to the tavern in the first place, embarrassingly enough.
A Targaryen prince who was also a harpist. Lyanna didn't think that was possible. And yet, despite not knowing him very well, it somehow seemed to fit Rhaegar perfectly. For the prince looked to be at peace as he performed for everyone in the tavern.
Lyanna did not know how long the performance lasted. She kind of lost track of time. All she knew was that she was listening to Rhaegar's performance one minute and the next the audience was clapping for him, including her brothers.
'I guess it was okay,' she thought as she returned to reality, slowly clapping for the prince as Winter wagged her tail in delight next to her.
"Beautiful performance, brother," Rhaegal called out to his twin as he raised his mug, grinning. "If only you were as great a fighter as you were a performer, then you would have beaten me in a spar by now."
Was that an insult?
Rhaegar didn't take it that way as he merely laughed.
'I forgot. Shaena said they were good friends.'
They probably joked and teased each other like this all the time.
The crowd lingered, but Lyanna was already moving with the others toward Rhaegal's table as Arthur introduced them.
"Prince Rhaegal. You have visitors."
"Hm?" Rhaegal was in the middle of drinking when he took notice of them.
It was Shaena who jumped from her seat in excitement first. "Lyanna! Looks like you're finally here."
"Princess Shaena." Brandon glanced at her with a knowing look, which just made Lyanna want to roll her eyes.
She knew how to behave.
"Prince Rhaegal and Prince Daeron. We apologize for the intrusion."
"It is no intrusion at all." Rhaegal waved them over. "Come. It's been far too long since we've last seen one another. There's enough space for all of us here."
Sure enough, the table the tavern had provided to the Targaryens was massive. There were plenty of seats still available.
There were others seated at the table that Lyanna did not recognize. As Rhaegar returned to take his place with his family, Lyanna learned the names of the others sitting with them: Stannis Baratheon, Jon Connington, and Tytos Blackwood. Robert's younger brother surprised Lyanna the most. She remembered briefly introducing herself to him four years ago, but she had already forgotten about him since then. Even so, she could tell that he was nothing like his older brother as he was composed even if it was clear that he was also enjoying himself. If this had been Robert, then he would be laughing obnoxiously loud and speaking just as obnoxiously.
"So those are your direwolves." Shaena was immediately drawn to the four wolves as they sat by their respective partners. "They're bigger than I thought."
"They're not normal wolves." Rhaegal seemed similarly interested as he looked at each of the wolves. "They're beautiful."
Lyanna felt proud. "They are very powerful. I have seen them hunt before."
"Hm. Azurax has developed a taste for hunting sheep on Dragonstone. She's able to burn many of them with a single breath."
Shaena's comment felt like a challenge to Lyanna. Her smug look only further proved it.
"Sister."
Both Rhaegal and Brandon pinched their noses in exasperation.
"You are not going to be having a competition about which one can hunt better," Rhaegal said with a sigh.
"Who said anything about a competition?" Shaena fired back. "There wouldn't be one. Azurax would win."
"Oh yeah-!"
Lyanna wasn't able to say anything else. She made to stand, but Ned and Brandon both placed their hands on her head and pushed her back down to her seat.
"We are here to celebrate, not fight." Brandon's eyes turned cold, which just made Lyanna look away in a huff. "Understood, sister?"
Lyanna just huffed again. She hated that her brother was starting to pick up their father's mannerisms at times like this.
"Hmm." Rhaegal seemed to be taking notes. "So I just have to be more forceful to reign her in."
Shaena shot him a mock glare. "What?"
"Oh, nothing."
Shaena didn't seem to believe him.
A comfortable mood settled over the table as more drinks were served. Lyanna ordered a meal for herself too. She was interested to see how the food was here in Lannisport.
The table was host to many conversations over the hours. Rhaegal and Brandon caught up while Rhaegar mostly chatted with Tytos. Apparently the Blackwoods had been early to arrive at the tourney, so the Blackwood heir had come to pay the Targaryens a visit.
The Targaryens themselves had only arrived a couple of days ago. Shaena had quickly gotten bored of Casterly Rock and asked her brother to accompany her to Lannisport, which was why they were here now.
How lucky that they had come at the same time then, although based on the way Catelyn looked uncomfortable the entire time they were at the tavern she probably thought of it as bad luck. Not that Lyanna understood her reaction. Lysa seemed comfortable being here and even chatted with Shaena and Daeron.
Another curiosity was Elbert. He became more withdrawn the minute they sat at the table. Lyanna recognized this because of how close the Arryn was with Ned and even Brandon to some extent, but throughout the evening he only spoke when spoken to.
How strange.
On a different note, seeing Ned not trying to stare at Ashara Dayne the whole time was painful for Lyanna. It was pure coincidence that her brother sat next to Ashara, but rather than take advantage of it he would become a shy pup whenever she spoke or even glanced at his direction. It was so painfully obvious that even Lyanna was aware of it, so no doubt Ashara must have caught on too.
'Oh, brother.'
Maybe she would have to give him a push later?
"I thought Robert would be with you?" Rhaegal was saying, which drew Lyanna's attention.
"He was summoned to Casterly Rock by his father," Brandon explained.
"So we just missed him then." Rhaegal looked over to Stannis. "My apologies, Stannis. I know it's been a while since you've spoken to him."
Stannis didn't look troubled by this at all. "It is of no consequence. I doubt we would have much to say to one another even if we met."
How cold. Did Robert and Stannis not get along?
Come to think of it, Lyanna could not remember a single time that Robert had ever spoken about his brother.
Ned shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I would not go that far. I'm sure the two of you have had different adventures since the last time you saw each other."
"I have no doubt of that, but I have little to say to him." Stannis was blunt with his response, which just made Ned look guilty.
Lyanna did not know why, and it annoyed her.
"Come now, Stannis. I'm sure even you must want to brag to him about your betrothal," Rhaegal said, his voice full of humor.
"Oh?" Brandon perked up at this. "Have you been trapped as well, Stannis?"
Catelyn looked at Brandon, one of her delicate eyebrows raised. "And what does that mean, my lord?"
"A jest, my lady. A jest." Brandon raised his arms in surrender.
Catelyn's stare did not ease up.
'Hmm, I might like her, after all,' Lyanna thought with vindication as she watched her brother squirm a little under the redhead's gaze.
Stannis for his part finally lost his composure as his cheeks reddened slightly. "Did you have to bring that up, Prince Rhaegal?"
"It's a momentous occasion, cousin!" Rhaegal said as he laughed. "I did not foresee this when you accompanied me to Oldtown."
"Hm, yes." Jon joined in as he looked at the now shy Stannis. "You wormed your way into her heart, was it?"
"It wasn't like that at all!" Stannis was turning redder as he clenched his teeth. "It was Lord Hightower who approached me, and then my father agreed. Nothing more."
Shaena rolled her eyes. "When you put it like that, it's so romantic, isn't it?"
"Didn't you write to her?" Daeron's voice sounded too innocent for him to not know what he was doing. "I once saw you smiling as you handed Qyburn a letter to send to the Hightower."
"Oh?" Rhaegar smiled. "So you do have a tender heart, cousin. I'm happy for you."
"There's the romance I suppose," Shaena teased further with a grin.
Stannis could only splutter as he was ganged up on.
"You have a betrothal to a Hightower, Stannis?" Tytos asked, looking curious.
"To the one and only Lady Alysanne Hightower." It was Rhaegal who answered for Stannis. "They must have shared many conversations when I wasn't looking."
If Lyanna didn't know any better, then she would say that Rhaegal enjoyed getting a reaction out of Stannis.
Rhaegar clapped. "Congratulations. I only wish you would have told me sooner, cousin. I would have gotten you a present for when Lord Hightower arrives."
Stannis was unable to come up with a proper response. He could only just clench his teeth and return to his drink, trying to maintain what remained of his composure. His red face prevented him from doing that successfully, but it was a noble effort.
Honestly, it made the boy more likeable to Lyanna. Perhaps she could start teasing him too? His reactions were enjoyable.
The talks continued into the night. Lyanna didn't realize how much time had passed until it was dark out. By that point, Arthur came by and informed the Targaryens that the king was calling for them.
Shaena shared a quick hug with her before they left. It was so quick that Lyanna wasn't able to hug her back in time.
She wasn't even able to comment on it as she became distracted by Winter and her siblings. Why? Because when Rhaegal moved from his seat and went to shake hands with Brandon, the direwolves suddenly sprang from their resting positions and jumped on the prince.
It was so sudden that neither Arthur nor any of the other guards were able to react in time to do anything about it.
There was a scream. Lyanna thought it was either Lysa or Catelyn who screamed, but she wasn't certain. Her eyes were fixed on the wolves and the downed Rhaegal.
For a moment, Lyanna feared the worst, not understanding why Winter would suddenly move against Rhaegal.
But rather than hearing cries of pain from the crown prince, Rhaegal was only laughing as the four direwolves crowded around him and licked his face from every direction, their tails wagging in what appeared to be joy.
Arthur, who had one hand on his sword already, paused when he noticed this.
"My prince! Are you-"
"I'm quite alright!" Rhaegal managed to say even as he laughed. "I did not think I would suddenly be ambushed like this," he added as he tried to get back up to his feet.
"And now you smell like wolf," Shaena said, giggling.
"Not the worst that could have happened," Rhaegar chimed in as he began to relax.
Next to him, Daeron only nodded.
"Frost! Enough!" Brandon was able to finally come out of his stupor and barked out an order.
Ned and Benjen started doing the same.
"Winter!" Lyanna ran up to the direwolves with Brandon.
The wolves finally relented even as they whined when Rhaegal got back up to his feet. His whole face was wet now.
Ashara's nose crinkled. "You are going to need another bath."
"You don't have to tell me."
"Are you okay, my prince?" Jon was instantly at Rhaegal's said, his face panicked. "Forgive me for being so slow! I did not think that-!"
"It's alright. No harm was done." Rhaegal did not appear angry, but Lyanna was still worried as she knelt next to Winter. Her brothers all stood next to their direwolves. "Even unarmed, I am not defenseless, you know."
Still. For a second there, Lyanna almost had a heart attack.
"Prince Rhaegal, forgive their actions." Brandon dropped to one knee. "I do not understand what made Frost and his siblings act like this."
Frost let out another whine as he looked between Rhaegal and Brandon, almost like he didn't understand that he had done something wrong. Which he probably didn't.
Rhaegal waved his hand in dismissal. "Like I said, it is no trouble, Brandon. Your wolves meant me no harm. They were just expressing their approval I'm assuming. Ancalagon has moments when he becomes too excited as well. It is only natural."
Approval? Was that all it was? Somehow, in her heart, Lyanna didn't think that was totally true. There was something else that had caused the direwolves to behave this way. Why they waited until Rhaegal was close before they pounced. Was it because his scent got closer?
Either way, it was not normal. Winter had never behaved with anyone else like that, only with her.
Still, Lyanna was thankful that Rhaegal was not angry. He left the tavern with his family and other companions with a smile, saying that he would see them later.
Lyanna and her group were able to leave the tavern without any issue. A small miracle after what happened.
"That was awful." Benjen was clutching his heart as he looked down at Shadow Fang. "I thought an accident had happened."
"You're not the only one," Brandon said with a frown.
"It is strange." Lysa looked curious. "Do you know why the wolves behaved like that?"
"They are animals, so they must have just been happy?" Catelyn guessed, uncertain.
"Winter is smarter than any normal animal." Lyanna wouldn't accept such a simple explanation.
"Sometimes the simple explanation is the answer," Elbert said, giving his thoughts.
Lyanna still did not agree.
"Regardless, we should be thankful that Prince Rhaegal was so understanding," Ned said. "If he had taken offense-"
"He's not like that," Brandon cut in. "I told you, didn't I?"
And yet, he had still been worried for a moment there too.
"Hmm. Understanding. And quite handsome too." Lysa smiled, her eyes almost dazed. "Princess Shaena is lucky."
"Lysa!" Catelyn looked horrified by her sister's words.
"What? It's the truth! Prince Rhaegal is one of the most handsome men I have seen!" Lysa did not back down. "Prince Rhaegar too. He can even play the harp! Imagine having him sing to you every night. Wouldn't that be wonderful? And Prince Daeron looks like he'll be just like his brothers. I would be happy to wed one of them."
"More marriage talks?" Benjen did not sound excited about that.
Elbert didn't look too happy by Lysa's words either, but Lyanna didn't know why that would be. Honestly, the more stuff she noticed about him, the more confused she became.
"I wonder who they plan to marry." Lysa sighed in contentment. "I hope my father reaches out to the king. He has other sons now too. Surely one of them could be with me?"
"Lysa, this is not an appropriate topic of conversation," Catelyn all but hissed at her younger sister.
Lysa was too busy dreaming to give a response, which just made Catelyn all the more vexed.
"It is strange," Ned said as he cleared his throat, also embarrassed by Lysa's words. "Other than Prince Rhaegal, none of the other princes have had a match announced for them."
Lyanna had never given it much thought really. She and Shaena never mentioned any romance in their letters.
But still. Rhaegal and Rhaegar. They were twins but different. Rhaegar was charming for sure, and yet after seeing Winter react so strongly and positively to Rhaegal, Lyanna began to think more about him.
He was a great warrior. Handsome and charming. He attracted the admiration of many, including Brandon. A man who did not shun Shaena for her unladylike interests. To have a husband like that….
'It would not be so bad.'
---
It was finally the first day of the tourney.
Cersei had done her best to dress appropriately for the occasion. She had been dressing her best for the past few days already, though, ever since Prince Rhaegal had arrived.
'If only I had a moment's time to be alone with him.'
Cersei was starting to truly hate Shaena Targaryen. The brat was going out of her way to sabotage her chances with the crown prince. She was sure of it. And yet, there was nothing that Cersei could do about it. She was not mad enough to get into a fight with Prince Rhaegal's sister. That would not look good.
What was more frustrating was the interest that Prince Rhaegal seemed to have with the monster that was her little brother. There were many times that she had seen Tyrion accompanying Prince Rhaegal in the castle. What they walked about she did not know, but it grated on her nerves to see Tyrion acting so comfortably around the crown prince.
When she asked Jaime, her twin had just shrugged.
"Tyrion is smart. I'm not surprised if the prince takes a liking to him."
Such a stupid response. Cersei could not understand why Jaime was so eager to defend Tyrion all the time.
'Because they're brothers. And he's your brother too.'
The thought invaded Cersei before she could stop it. It sometimes gave her pause. Her mother said that Tyrion was one of them, that he too was a lion. If he was a lion, then any insult thrown at him was like they were insulting her. Cersei could not believe it. She was better than Tyrion. How could anything said about him have an effect on her?
'Because you're family.'
Those were her mother's words. They often came to Cersei. Sometimes she remembered them when she noticed Tyrion looking sad whenever their father ignored him.
'Tyrion cannot carry the legacy of our house.'
Cersei understood the burden that she and Jaime carried. Jaime would inherit Casterly Rock, and she would become queen. They would fulfill the ambitions of their family. The Lannisters would become the most respected and feared house in all of Westeros, and Cersei would give Rhaegal all the beautiful silver-blond haired princes that he desired.
Where did Tyrion fit in all of that? There was no place for him in that future. More than that, he nearly caused their mother to leave them. To disappear. How could Cersei forgive that?
'It's not his fault.'
Cersei wanted to scream. Why did she have such thoughts? It made little sense.
She tried not to think about her brother anymore. There was something more important for her to do.
In the days leading to the commencement of the tourney, Melara had returned to Casterly Rock from her father's keep. She had rejoined Cersei and Jeyne, sharing stories about the time she spent with Prince Rhaegal.
It made Cersei jealous to see the girl so enamored with her prince. As if Rhaegal would ever be with someone as insignificant and ugly. It was unimaginable.
Cersei was thinking of ways to make Melara understand her place when she suddenly came to her with some gossip.
"There is a witch staying on the tourney grounds. Apparently she can tell you about your future."
A fortune teller?
How boorish.
'And yet….'
Magic was real. Cersei had come to understand this for over four years now. Magic had a real presence in this world.
What if this fortune teller was the real deal?
'Then I can know!'
Cersei could be sure of her future with Rhaegal. Was that so bad?
It was not a hard decision for her to make.
Cersei sneaked away from Casterly Rock in the early morning. All the additional guards from the royal family made it difficult to sneak out at night, so she chose to sneak away during the small time frame that she had going from Casterly Rock to the tourney grounds to complete her goal.
It was scary. She had Melara and Jeyne with her, but it was still not easy. Cersei made sure to hide her face from view as they traversed through the tourney grounds to find the tent that they were looking for. It was not hard. The witch apparently conducted her business in a dark tent that was easy to spot.
Or so Melara claimed, and it proved to be true for once as they spotted the tent that they were looking for.
They had not been stopped even once as most were still sleeping inside their pavilions. Cersei recognized many of the sigils that she saw along the way. It seemed like there were houses from every corner of the realm.
How grand.
Jeyne looked scared as they stood by the entrance of the dark tent. Thankfully it was too early for there to be any customers around.
'Would anyone actually come to one of these?' Cersei wondered.
"S-Should we really be doing this?" Jeyne was getting more scared now that they were here.
"Stop saying such stupid things and let's go already," Cersei hissed as she stepped into the tent, not bothering to give Jeyne's foolishness any more attention.
The tent was just as dark inside as it had been outside. Cersei could smell many spices when she stepped inside. The only light came from an iron brazier which was grossly shaped into the head of a basilisk. It was not strong, and it only produced a dim green light. However, it was the person sitting in the middle of the tent that drew her attention, to the point that she barely registered Jeyne and Melara joining her inside.
"Well, well. Destiny steps into my tent."
The voice was female, but it was deep and croaking with a heavy accent. The voice belonged to an ugly woman with warty greenish skin and crusty yellow eyes. She looked old, very old, so it was a miracle that she had any hair at all. She had a bent back, which might explain her short stature. Or maybe it was because she was sitting. Cersei did not know, and she did not care.
"S-She is real," Jeyne whispered like her voice could not be heard inside the tent.
The disgusting yellow eyes studied them. "I have seen this moment play out in different ways."
What?
"But things are so different from where they are meant to be. The future….heh, so distorted."
What was this witch even talking about?
Cersei ignored the nonsense. She just needed to know her future. "Are you the one they call Maggy?"
Supposedly there were some who also called her Maegi or something of the sort. A witch. A sorceress. Maggy the Frog. Melara said much about her.
The yellow eyes settled on her. "What of it?"
"We want our futures told," Melara answered. Like Cersei, she had her own bravery.
Jeyne just shook from where she stood.
"The future. Yes. The future matters, does it not? And yet, some have already forfeited theirs without knowing it."
Cersei didn't have time for this. "Just tell me of my future. I could easily have you removed and whipped for disobeying me, you know."
Maggy laughed. It was a truly awful sound. It was like Cersei was hearing a tear through the air, even though that was impossible. It was just wrong, like this woman was never meant to laugh in the first place. It was when she laughed that Cersei noticed that she did not have any teeth.
Disgusting.
"There is no need," she said after she settled down. "It is no trouble for me. I can easily procure three answers for you. You might not like what I have to say, but that is none of my concern."
Cersei did not care for most of that. She threw some coins at her while the ugly witch procured a dagger. It was twisted, and it was iron.
"I just need your blood."
Cersei took the dagger and did as asked. She pricked her thumb. It was not as painful as she thought.
Melara followed her example.
Jeyne stayed out of it. "I-I'm not interested…."
Whatever.
The supposed sorceress took the dagger back and sucked on the blood. It was not a pleasant sight, but Cersei put up with it to get the answers that she wanted.
"Ask what you wish."
Melara was smart and let Cersei have her turn first.
"Will I marry Prince Rhaegal Targaryen?"
The answer came quick.
"You will not. The place that you seek will be claimed by others. More beautiful. More fitting. They will take what you thought you held dear while you surround yourself with your tears."
What?
Cersei recoiled as if she had just been slapped in the face. "What did you just say!?"
She wasn't going to be with her prince!? That was impossible! And more beautiful? No one was more beautiful than her!
The witch smiled. "Is that your second question? Because the answer will not change."
"So I will not be queen!?" Cersei was screaming now. She didn't care if someone heard her. She was getting angry.
"If you continue as you are, no. There will be no meaning."
No meaning? Cersei didn't understand.
"You're not making any sense, you old crone."
"You've asked, and I've answered."
Cersei's eyes narrowed. "If someone is more beautiful, then I shall have her killed."
The words came out before she could register them.
Both Jeyne and Melara stiffened at this, not that Cersei noticed.
"Kill her?" The old woman sounded amused. "That is of no importance to me, little lion. I already warned you that you might not like the answers you receive. But the future is always yours for the taking….if you have the will and ambition."
Cersei no longer cared for the woman's words.
Melara might have asked her questions. Cersei did not know. She did not care.
Her mind was fixed on the witch's words, and what she could do to prove them wrong.
---
Rhaegal had set up his personal pavilion on the tourney grounds. He was going to be participating in the jousts this time, so he was going to need his personal space to get ready. For he had a special surprise to unveil for the whole realm. He was certain that it would make the whole event far more memorable.
Not that it wasn't already. The dragons' presence ensured that many would never forget this tourney. It was the first time that so many of the lords were seeing the dragons with their own eyes, even from afar.
It was a powerful sight, and it pleased Rhaegal to see so many frightened by them. It could help prevent trouble later on.
Or maybe he was just being optimistic. The dragons had not stopped the Faith from turning on the Targaryens in the past. Would the lords be any different?
Rhaegal was stopped by many before he could reach the Royal Box where his family was. Rhaegar was with him, so at least he did not have to suffer alone.
The first of note was Lord Harlaw. The Ironborn lord was old but still powerful and able. He had his son with him: Rodrik Harlaw. The heir to the Ten Towers held a book in his hands as he stood next to his father. Like his father, he had average features: brown hair and eyes. He was not weakly built, but he did not have the same opposing presence as his father either.
"I apologize for the trouble, Prince Rhaegal. Prince Rhaegar." Lord Harlaw said as he bowed. "Lord Greyjoy asked us to come to the tourney to represent the Iron Islands. The others were not interested."
Such blunt honesty.
Rhaegal was not surprised. "I assume the Stepstones and Essos hold more valuable activities right now for the Ironborn."
Lord Harlaw smiled a little. "You could say that. Many captains have become rich thanks to the recent skirmishes on those islands. The pirates never seem to stop, always bringing more wealth for the taking."
Yes, that was the problem.
"No one from my house is interested in participating in the events, but I hope our presence here shows our commitment for our continued future."
A continued future, he said. Rhaegal wondered if the man's tune would change once he realized the changes that Rhaegal wanted to implement on the Iron Islands.
Rhaegal did not say this of course. He just thanked the lord and his son for coming.
Rodrik Harlaw did not speak unless spoken to, but from the way his eyes moved it was clear that he was paying attention to everything around him.
How peculiar.
Rhaegal had heard a little about Rodrik Harlaw. He was more bookish compared to the standard Ironborn. That made him a potential ally for the future. He might be more understanding of what was to come.
In spite of such thoughts, Rhaegal welcomed the lord and his heir amicably.
Then there was Lord Redwyne with his son and heir, Paxter Redwyne. The previous Lord of the Arbor, Runceford Redwyne, had just recently passed. A man who had lived long despite this drunkish nature.
The reason for the Redwynes approaching Rhaegal was because the Lord of the Arbor was interested in the affairs of the Stepstones.
"The royal fleet has been stronger as of late," he said. "Apparently you plan on commissioning more ships?"
"Yes. A strong navy is imperative during these times."
"I can understand that, my prince. As you know, the Redwyne fleet has around 400 warships at the ready. This does not include our trading vessels of course, which can give those warships additional support."
400? Wasn't it 200?
'Have the Redwynes been expanding?' Rhaegal had not given the Redwynes much attention to know for certain. Perhaps he should change that moving forward.
Lord Redwyne continued, "There is much to be had in the Stepstones, my prince. Many would like to see those islands under our control."
Perhaps. But Rhaegal was not naive enough to take the man's words at face value. There was probably something else that he wanted.
"In the future, we would be happy to aid you in your efforts," Lord Redwyne carried on. "From what I have gathered, the Ironborn already sail for you. We cannot let them outdo us."
And with the Ironborn fleet out plundering and away from the Sunset Sea, the Arbor felt more secure, so there was less reason to keep the navy anchored at the Redwyne Straits.
"Did you know that we could have become family, my prince? My sister was set to marry your great-uncle once, Prince Daeron. Did you know? I often wonder how things might have been had the marriage occurred."
It was a random change of topic. Did Lord Redwyne think that invoking old history would soften Rhaegal's heart? How annoying.
Rhaegal just nodded. "Of course. It's a shame my great-uncle perished as young as he did. He was a great warrior from what I hear."
"Indeed. A chivalrous man. He would have fit well in the Reach."
Apart from the rumors surrounding Daeron's true love interests, probably.
As with Lord Harlaw before, Rhaegal treated Lord Redwyne cordially while his heir just observed.
It was like all the young heirs were studying him, but that made sense. He was going to be their king one day, and they probably wanted to know of his character firsthand.
The addition of the Redwyne fleet was a great boom even if not wholly necessary. Still, it paid to have more allies, even those who were in it for their own self-interests. The Ironborn were no different, after all. No, what was he saying? The Ironborn were much worse.
"You're quite popular," Rhaegar joked as they continued toward the Royal Box.
"This would have been you, you know. Do you still want it?"
"I prefer where I am, brother."
Of course he did.
Still, after such talks, Rhaegal was looking forward to just sitting back and enjoying the opening performances before the jousts began. It was unlikely that the tournament would begin today since there were other competitions scheduled, but he could hope.
Rhaegal felt more eyes drawn to him and Rhaegar as they stepped into the Royal Box. The rest of his family was already present, with Shaena seemingly content about something. The Baratheons had also joined them for the occasion, although Rhaegal did not see Robert anywhere.
Speaking of Robert, Rhaegal had not seen much of his cousin since his arrival. Some of the servants at Casterly Rock whispered that Robert had gotten into a fight with his father when he first arrived. Since then, Robert did not remain in Casterly Rock for long, choosing to spend his days with the Starks instead.
A shame really. Rhaegal knew that deep down Stannis would have preferred if Robert stayed with them instead, but what could he do?
Anyway, after greeting his mother and sharing a small joke with her, Rhaegal settled himself inside the Royal Box and began to enjoy the performance that Tywin had prepared for them until the unexpected happened.
A rider appeared on the field, and they issued a challenge to the Targaryens.
---
Steffon could hardly believe the rage that was bubbling inside of him. How long had it been since he was this angry? His family was known for their bursts of anger. He had practiced long and hard to keep his Baratheon blood under control. Such a temper rarely did any good when not on the battlefield.
Steffon was thankful that Stannis was conducting himself differently in that regard, although it was not something that he had told his son yet. To be honest, Steffon was finding it difficult to connect with his second born. Shamefully, he only began to recognize the distance between himself and his second son after Cassana brought it to his attention. After thinking on it, Steffon realized that his wife was correct. He had paid more attention to Robert, giving his future a more serious consideration while rarely giving that level of care to Stannis.
Not that Stannis had needed it. Even without Steffon's intervention, Stannis had earned a place for himself with Prince Rhaegal and also secured himself a powerful match with the Hightowers. Great accomplishments for one so young.
Steffon himself would soon be joining Stannis at the capital. Aerys had written to him months ago that he intended to remove Tywin as his Hand and that he wanted Steffon to take the position after the tourney concluded.
'Has their friendship soured to such an extent?'
Steffon could hardly believe it. He could not turn down the offer either, though. He was not interested in insulting the Targaryens, not right now. This wasn't just about his childhood friendship and familial connections with Aerys. It was just practicality. He intended to speak to Tywin about it, to ensure that there were no hard feelings between them.
And yet, all of that seemed to crumble away right before his eyes as Robert proclaimed his challenge before the king and the whole realm.
'What are you thinking, you fool!?'
Was his son really that invested in Lyanna Stark, even when he already had a match of his own!? Steffon knew that Robert had a strong friendship with one of Rickard's sons, but to go this far!? To expose a royal match that had yet been announced while also insulting his own betrothed!?
This was beyond madness!
"A challenge for Lyanna Stark's hand?" Daeron looked confused as he turned to Aerys. "Father, what is this?"
Aerys had gone from curious to incensed as Robert's words rang throughout the field. Already the onlookers were whispering as they began to piece everything together.
Tywin himself looked surprised, but he did not speak a word. Not right now.
"How does he know of this?" Aerys questioned, his eyes filled with anger. "Who told him!?"
Steffon had to stand up here, bowing his head. "Forgive me, your Grace. I informed my son of the betrothal due to certain circumstances."
Steffon's voice was filled with urgency. He did not imagine that the tourney would begin like this, with him bowing his head to the king in front of the whole realm due to his son's foolishness.
"He has made a challenge, father." It was Rhaegal who spoke up as he stood. His voice was calm, far too calm given the circumstances. But when Steffon dared raise his head high enough to get a look at the prince's face, Steffon saw the anger that was searing underneath through the prince's eyes.
"So he has." Aerys looked down to Robert. "He dares insult the house of the dragon like this."
"Your Grace-"
"Quiet!" Aerys silenced Steffon with a glare. "Your son has just leveled a great insult upon my house, Lord Baratheon."
Steffon hid a grimace. It was dangerous, but he still had to try something. "He's still just a boy. Not a knight. Neither is Prince Daeron. The challenge does not have to be accepted."
"But it will be." Rhaegal's response killed any hope Steffon might have had about a peaceful resolution to all of this. He realized that he would not convince the crown prince otherwise.
"House Targaryen accepts the duel. I will fight in Prince Daeron's stead."
---
Robert could tell from where he was on the field that his declaration was met with confusion by many. Only a select few knew about the betrothal it seemed. Not even Ned or Lyanna were aware of it as he had discovered over the past several days. He had made inquiries to both in a subtle way, asking if they had any potential matches lined up.
As always, Ned seemed to be stuck on a certain lady, but Robert was not in a mood to tease his friend about it. No, what mattered was freeing Lyanna from the damned dragons.
No one knew what he intended to do today. Not even Ned. His friend was probably watching from somewhere in the stands, shocked about what was happening.
Even the Targaryens were caught off guard.
Good.
Robert did not have to wait for long as Rhaegal stepped forward while the crowd around them continued to watch in silence. The performance from earlier had long since been forgotten.
"Robert Baratheon. I, Rhaegal Targaryen, accept your challenge in my brother's name."
Good. It was not as though Robert was expecting Daeron to accept his challenge. The brat was just eight. No doubt he would choose a champion to fight in his name. Not that it made a difference to Robert. Whether it was a dragon or some fool fighting for the dragons, he would smash them all the same. He could deal with his father after his victory and Lyanna was secured in his arms.
Rhaegal might have beaten him once before, when they were younger. But Robert had been training hard since then. His father said that he was just wasting his time in the Vale, but that wasn't entirely true. For it had given Robert the time and space he needed to hone his skills further, all without the hassles and responsibilities of being a lord.
Robert was going to display those skills before the entire realm today. The stag would fell the dragon.
And it would be glorious.
---
Stannis said nothing as Rhaegal left the Royal Box with Ser Arthur following closely behind.
Everything had been going well. He had been able to relax in the days leading up to the tourney. He had even seen and spoken to his betrothed, Alysanne Hightower, after the Hightowers had arrived at the tourney. The young lady was more bold and flirtatious than Stannis, and yet he felt oddly at peace with it. It helped that she seemed to be genuinely interested in the match despite the fact that Stannis knew that he was not the most handsome of lords. Even Jon was more handsome than he.
And yet, that mood disappeared as he was faced with reality.
The whispers continued. He could hear them all around him. People were confused, uncertain about what was going to happen.
Stannis could only feel shame.
'Why are you doing this, Robert?'
Did his brother not understand? Even if he won the duel, he would still lose. There was no victory here for him. Was he just stupid?
Worse still, his father was looking down in humiliation. The king was not happy with his father, and Stannis could not blame the king for it. He did not dare to think about what would happen after all of this was over.
Stannis did not know how his father knew about the royal match. He himself was not aware that Prince Daeron was going to be betrothed to Lyanna Stark. There was a lot that he didn't know right now.
Daeron himself was still looking both confused and angry. The confusion was easy to explain. The anger not so much.
"How stupid." Stannis heard Cersei Lannister's whisper as she looked down at his brother still on his horse.
Stannis could only agree despite his personal distaste for the girl.
The king did not say another word even as Jaehaerys asked the queen what was happening. Queen Rhaella just shushed her son, telling him that she would answer his questions later.
Stannis did not know how long it took for Rhaegal to emerge onto the field with his horse. He had been stuck inside his head for it was the only safety that was left to him as many of the whispers turned to his father, about the shame and humiliation that was being put on display by his heir. He didn't even know when the entertainers had been cleared from the field.
And yet, when Rhaegal arrived, all the whispers about the Baratheon shame died as everyone saw the astonishing sight that they were gifted with.
Rhaegal wore no traditional armor. Far from it. It was different from any armor that Stannis had seen before. It was black scale armor of some kind. It was dark as smoke with faint ripples. The scales were edged in red-gold. The scales featured glyphs and other symbols that shimmered with every movement that Rhaegal took. The red cape flowing down his back also seemed to ripple with every step.
"Valyrian steel armor." It was Rhaegar who uttered the words first.
Soon, everyone else began to understand what they were seeing.
And Stannis? He was once again amazed by Rhaegal.
---
The moment that Rhaegal displayed his new armor to the realm had played out differently inside his mind. He thought it would be in glory and joy when he faced off against his first opponent in the joust.
The reactions were similar regardless, but Rhaegal could not bask in them. For he held too much contempt in his heart to enjoy the moment.
The Valyrian steel armor had not been inside the secret chamber in Dragonstone. Unfortunately, his ancestors had not made it easy for him. No, what had been present inside apart from all the Valyrian scrolls were many Valyrian steel daggers and other items made from the rare substance. There was enough of it that Rhaegal was able to hire a master blacksmith from Qohor to reforge the Valyrian steel into something new. Something more functional. Since he already had a sword, the next logical step was armor.
Rhaegal said nothing as his horse came to a stop. He was now facing toward Robert. Even though the Baratheon wore a helm, Rhaegal could still tell that his so-called cousin was stunned.
That would just make Rhaegal's job a lot easier.
One of the servants stumbled his way toward Rhaegal to hand him a lance. Rhaegal only took it after donning his own helmet. It was decorated in the same glyphs and symbols as the rest of his armor, courtesy of Melisandre and Marwyn. The helmet was designed with the dragon motifs that Rhaegal was used to donning, only the dragon had a bit of green markings. A homage to Ancalagon.
Speaking of his dragon, Rhaegal could feel Ancalagon stirring through their bond. Ancalagon was able to feel Rhaegal's anger and was instantly on alert, ready to fly to the tourney grounds if need be.
That would be unnecessary for today.
Another servant handed Robert his own lance.
There was no grand announcement. No flowery words were uttered as Rhaegal and Robert stood on opposite sides of the field, their horses neighing. Neither dragon nor stag said a word to the other.
Everyone watching held their breath.
Despite the shock that the Valyrian steel armor had managed to instill into Robert, Rhaegal could tell that Robert was able to focus once more as trumpets were blown, signaling the beginning of the match.
Neither Rhaegal nor Robert hesitated. They both urged their armored horses forward.
The audience was beginning to cheer. Rhaegal didn't know why. This was not a cause for celebration.
Time almost seemed to slow down for Rhaegal as he and Robert clashed in the middle of the field, lance against lance. Rhaegal already knew of the strength that Robert possessed. Even when he was younger, it was clear that Robert's strength was not that of an average man.
And yet, that strength was not enough as Rhaegal broke his lance into Robert, shattering the Baratheon's shield and impaling him with what remained of the lance. Not that it did much good. Not with all the armor Robert wore.
Meanwhile, Robert was unable to land a solid blow on Rhaegal as Rhaegal had been quicker.
There were astonished cries from the crowd as Rhaegal's and Robert's horses rode away from the other, but the aftermath was clear.
Robert cried out in pain as he fell from his horse. He might have been protected from getting fully impaled by the lance, but he had still felt the blow of the impact. And it hurt.
Rhaegal just dismounted from his horse, throwing away his shield and unsheathing Brightflame in the process.
"Don't tell me that's all you've got, Baratheon," Rhaegal mocked as he approached the downed Robert.
With another cry, this one full of anger, Robert got up on his feet as he retrieved his warhammer.
Rather than wait to regain his bearings, Robert chose instead to charge straight at Rhaegal, weapon in hand.
Rhaegal did not raise Brightflame in defense or even try to move away from Robert. Instead, he just stood calmly as Robert raised his warhammer, ready to strike down at Rhaegal's head.
The Baratheon was ready to kill him it seemed.
The glyphs and symbols on Rhaegal's armor glowed as Robert's warhammer neared him. But the weapon never reached him as flames burst from the armor, shooting out in all directions like a shield.
It was a wonderful display that had Robert stumbling back, but it was already too late for his hand which held his weapon.
There was another cry of pain from Robert as his warhammer fell from his grasp. Even though he was heavily armored, Rhaegal's flames still managed to get through underneath the armor, burning his right hand which had held his weapon.
Rhaegal did not give Robert another reprieve as he quickly moved. As expected, Rhaegal was much faster now that he wore the Valyrian steel armor. It was so much lighter, and it offered him more protection than any other armor would.
It made him feel complete.
Robert fell back as Rhaegal cut right through his plate armor, piercing right through his side with Brightflame. The armor was no better than silk when put up against a Valyrian steel word.
It was not a fatal blow, but it was enough to knock down the tall Baratheon on his back.
There were more screams from Robert, ones of pain as Rhaegal held Brightflame firmly in place. He placed one of his feet on Robert's chest as he stood over him.
That was it. The match was over. It had not been much of a fight, and the lords and all the smallfolk were able to tell as much. This was not a match of knightly honor or one between respected fighters. No. This was different, and so Rhaegal had no issue making use of his magic. It gave Robert no chance, but that was the point.
"I could easily kill you right now, you know?" Rhaegal said as he bent down to look at Robert's eyes through his helm. The Baratheon tried to move, but Rhaegal merely applied more pressure with Brightflame as flames started to seep through the blade. The glyphs on the sword were glowing similarly to the armor. The pressure, along with the flames, ensured that Robert was paralyzed as he cried out in more pain.
"I could burn you right as you are, you know that?" Rhaegal did not know how his voice sounded right now. Perhaps he sounded as angry as he felt. Perhaps he sounded detached. The duel had been over in a flash, after all.
A single roar seeped through Rhaegal's anger as a shadow began to loom over the tourney grounds. There were more cries of alarm from everyone watching as they looked up to the sky. There, Ancalagon emerged as he landed outside the jousting field, destroying several pavilions and tents in the process.
Rhaegal knew why his dragon was here. He must have felt Rhaegal's anger growing and decided to finally see what was happening.
Rhaegal ignored that for now even as everyone in the audience were standing and looking alarmed by Ancalagon's presence, save for his family. Rhaegal's attention was solely on Robert.
"You've made a mistake, cousin. And it will cost you."
Robert was not able to respond as Rhaegal swiftly removed Brightflame from Robert's pierced side, causing the young Baratheon to grunt in pain.
In the next moment, Rhaegal was slashing down again. This time? He aimed right for Robert's right eye.