DISCLAIMER:following text is not meant to be taken seriously,I do not own the original.
A.N:IM BACK BITCHES!And ready to publish some more unreadable shit . . .Yay! . . .
Anno Domini
Dragonborn's shield clashed with Lovren's axe,throwing it backwards in recoil of the forcefull swing.
Perry spun around,slashing with his sword at Lovren who ducked under the swing and sent a swing at Dragonborn's belly,It only did good to stun the great warrior,but his armour was too strong to be pierced that easily.
The young Lord took his opportunity to strike at his opponent from above,taking a quick swing over and down at him.
But before the axe could knock him out,or cleve his hed off,Perrore's hand reached out in time,grabbing Lovren's wrist,stoping it.
Perrore quickly reacted after that,twisting the wrist and making his opponent drop one of his weapons,letting out a grunt of pain.
Dovakhin then used his head as a ram,bashing it to his opponents,knocking him to the ground.
Before Lovren could recover,he felt a cold metal blade,close to his took a look at it,as if thinking if he could do something,but seemed to not find anything because he nodded in signal for the Dragonborn to continue,and a sign that he won't got up to his knees and opened his arms to embrace his loss.
Perrore nodded back in acknowledgement and then proceeded by using the sword to swing at the young man's people in the crowd gasped while the others cheered on as the sword left a shallow cut horizontally across the young man's face.
Because to a real warrior there is no bigger shame than to pride would not let him commit it's better to carry scars that will remind you that you need to get better and overcome it next time you meet.
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On the stands where nobility sat most of the people,excluding his father ,jumped up in shock as they saw the young man refuse to yield.
Sansa was holding her hands over her mouth,Urban bit his tongue ,Arya just stared not sure what to do,Joffrey had a vicious smirk on his face,his brother was stoic as had a simular reaction to Arya's and Robert was actually queen was just like her middle son while Tommen and Myrcella looked very scared and concerned.
„What is that boy doing?!"exclaimed Ned hand getting close to his sword handle.
He didn't expect an answer,but Zvonimir answered him „His losing like a man."heads turned towards the old didn't help ease the tensions.
„What are you implying."Ned narrowed his eyes at him.
„What I'm implying is that while you Starks have your honour,we have our pride,pride that gives you respect of our surrendering…You could not bring bigger shame to your house."he said as Eddard's eyes narrowed even more at him,but the old man shrugged them off,not giving a shit for that stare,he had seen better.
He continued then as nobody pressed forward to ask him more,or to continue to speak „That's how my lords lost respect for me…when I knelt in front of you."he said the last part towards the fat king who chuckled a bit,holding his jug with ale high up.
Robert turned to his secondborn with a wide smile,but the young William didn't even brake his eyes off the arena to look at his father.
„What do you say my boy?That's why I love those Same philosophy as me."he said enthusiastically,lifting his jug over to the boy to offer him a drink but the boy didn't seem his father nor the drink „Yes your grace,of corse your grace."he said in a diplomatic his father semed to sadden at the boy's own son,his flesh and blood,the only son that actually resembled him liked his fucking brother more than him,Stanis…Stannis fucking Baratheon more than him…Now that was just plain in reality it really hurt him when his son addressed him as 'your grace' or 'my king' in stead of 'father',like if they were not even related.
And he was sure that his wife enjoyed even those cursed Targeryans from their could swear that their statues were smiling at him when he was looking at this was his punishment from the gods for everything he has done to them.
/
Rodrik spun around and dodged a thrust from the Knight of Flowers.
He tried to swing at him as he spun around,but Ser Loras ducked under the swing and charged at him with his shoulder and tackled him down to the ground.
Rodrik's sword fell to the side,but he managed to grab Loras's arms quickly,stoping him from using the sword to win the match and force him to yield,or knock him out.
They both started wrestling on the ground,rolling in dust,as Ser Loras lost the grip on his sword.
It was a struggle as the crowd,that wasn't looking at where Lovren and Perrore was almost no still they cheered them on.
Eventually Rodrik gained control as he was on top,holding the knight of Highgarden to the ground,while striking a few punches at his helmet,it didn't do to much damage do to the steel protecting his face,but he did feel those his pride.
He however he soon took charge,and roled on top of him and started bashing on Rodrik.
In the end Loras stood victorious as Rodrik lay on the ground,groaning a bit.
Ho got his right hand up in a sign of in the crowd cheered him on as he took off his helmet.
He felt a slight smile come up on his face,and a set of familiar eyes on him,Renly,the king's younger brother.
However…
His victory was shortlived as he felt cold touch of steel being pressed by his froze at his place,raising both his hand in surrender.
The person behind him was Jamie Lannister,he had his usual smug face „Good boy."
/
Robin.
He was watching from the side as the tournament played wasn't the one to be interested in tournaments that much,but the offer he was given a little back was a one that could not be refused.
He yawned,pulling his hand in front of his face.
The offer was made by one of Lord Lacković's guards,carried from the lord first he almost denied,but the guard stoped him by the shoulder.
Then came the real be a part of something big that is to the Croatian Lord, had said that he hoped it was going to happen very soon so he gave him an important task that he deemed fitting of his skills.
/
„What did we miss anything interesting?"Ruža,Astrid,Ethan,Garrus,Talia and Ryon came walking,some carrying sweet rolls,and some just empty were surrounded by a few soldiers from the Company.
A female soldier turned around to them „Your dad went 1v1 against your turned her head towards Ruža who had a full mouth of the Tamrielic sweets „Huh?"she tilted her head to the side innocently,asking her to repeat.
„Perrore fought Lord Lovren in a single combat."she repeated herself with a small smile forming up her lips.
„W'o 'w'on?"Ruža said with her mouth still full,as chunks of bread fell out of his still looked cute and innocent.
The woman exchanged a disconformable look with her brother-at-arms who was standing next to her.
/
Rome.
The Pope was sitting on the end of a large circular him sat many of the Kings,Dukes,Republican leaders,Bishops the Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire and many others.
There was a large rumble all around the big,round was shouting at each other,it was compleat chaos,only the Pope remained unmoving,do his face was starting to show the signs of annoyance even do he hid it well.
„We Can Not be distracted with the Ottoman menace on our doorstep!"the Rector of Ragusa said,being backed up by the Byzantine empire had already fallen to them,and now they march against Ragusa next,their armies are week and depleted after the long wars with the Hungarian Kings and Venetian Doges!"
„Who are we to deny the word of God?!"the Emperor of the HRE,and the King of Bohemia called out in protest.
„The Holy Father had not said just said have time!Let us see that time and make peace of those bastards."the King of Poland-Lithuania called out loudly from the other side of the table.
„My lands are threatening to rebel,what would you want me do?!"king of Englands called next to the Pope.
(*The War of Roses starts here at the simular time as the War of Five Kings.*)
„You should have listened to me when I said that we need to put those pagans to the sword!Now we wouldn't be in this mess!"the King of Hungary punched the table hard and loud.
„Let the Espaniords sail west,they've been sitting their asses there the whole time!"King of Austria and the elector of the HRE called out impatiently.
„Say that to my face you little shit!"the Kings of Casteel and Aragon looked like they were going to draw their swords and cut his head off right there and now.
The Pope then let out a small sight,as the rulers continued to shout at each other.
A few moments of shouting ,and even some swords being unsheathed were going on for a couple of minutes.
At the end Francis had enough,he picked up his staff,that was being leaned to his comfortable,big brought it up,and hit the stone ground of the hall loudly, sound travelled through the ginormous room,bouncing off the walls back,making it sound fierce.
All the people in the room came to a sudden all looked at him with serious looks,even the Swiss guards that were guarding the entrances were looking at him,with expectation.
„We can not squabble like children while our enemy brings fire to our doorstep!" his voice,even do usually gentle and calm,now was more fierce and menacing.
Nobody interrupted him,or dared to raise their voice.
„Let us deal with one problem at a time."he calmed down,and his voice was back to normal,with only a tinge of what she previously showed.
The Doge of Venice opened his mouth to speak,but he was silenced,as the Pope brought his hand up to show him to stop.
„I will not hear an another word about your petty trading arguments with the Ragusans,Barozzi!Deal it with them!This council has been called for a one reason only."
His words kept being unchallenged as he spoke again.
„We can not ignore what God had given us so lightly,but yet,we can not let out lands be defenceless…So I have decided."
He took a dramatic pause,taking some breath into his old lungs.
„I will personally go to Westeros and investigate the illuming danger."
A.N:Oh snap!