Not dead, new chapter, all that jazz, vote in the poll, will update in another eight years. This chapter is meh compared to the others. Horseback is hard.


He watched as the fighters stormed out the gate on their horses to fight, some of them knowing they wouldn't be returning after leaving the safety of the holding area. The battlecries filling the air to make them braver. Flexing his armoured hand he waited on his trusted palfrey that took him south. They waited till the others finished pouring out before he followed suit his palfrey shaking his head as he went forward, the arena they were in filled with hundreds of spectators as they watched the mêlée. "Once we win this I'll buy you a bag of carrots and apples. How does that sound?" He asked the palfrey as he stomped his hooves. "Fine, you'll get three bags how about that," He asked again, the palfrey nodding its head in agreement.

He watched as the chaos happened all around him, the fighters charging into each other as they fought to stay saddled or risk being disqualified. A couple already unsaddled and trying to get out of the chaos before they lost more than their honor. "Fight me Stark!" Someone yelled at him as they charged at him. His palfrey moving out of the way so the man with the twin towers on his shield would miss his target.

"You're mistaken. I'm a Snow not a Stark," Ichigo said to the man before they circled each other looking for weaknesses. The man was wearing full chainmail armour and helm. He huffed at that before charging again not giving his name or family, his sword in the air to strike him before a man with a lightning bolt ran him down causing him to be unsaddled and crushed beneath his horse. Causing Ichigo to blink in confusion at the turn of the events.

"Sorry about that," The man said before riding off on his stallion leaving behind a confused Ichigo in the dust. "What just happened?" He asked his palfrey who huffed in response as green flames made themselves known in the center of the ring. Surrounded on all sides by enemies he watched Thoros of Myr fight all of them off. One by one they fell as the green flames lit whatever they came in contact with on fire. The combatants frailing as they tried quenching the flames before jumping to the ground in fear.

"Get in there and fight!" He heard someone yell drawing his attention to the audience his eyes locking on the Arya who was smiling at him. Sansa sitting next to her and his father. His palfrey marching over to bring them closer. "I couldn't hear you sister, what was that you said?" He asked before he moved out of the way of a glass of wine she threw at him, laughing at her antics.

"Why aren't you wearing armor son?" His father asked noting that Ichigo only had his right arm armored compared to the rest of his body that was covered in plain riding clothes, with the symbol of house Stark stitched onto them. "It would slow me down," He replied to his father seeing the worry in their eyes. "They say a ladies blessing would be all the protection a knight needs on the field," He said before a green piece of entered his field of view. His hand reaching out and grabbing it, before tucking it away. "Thank you my lady," He said eyeing the princess who tossed it to him, a smirk gracing her delicate features. Making sure it was safely tucked away he turned his palfrey around to head into the remaining chaos.

Urging his palfrey forward he met the man with the lighting bolt on his shield again. Their blades meeting before they broke apart. "Good sir might I have your name?" The man asked him before they continued.

"Ichigo Snow and yours?" He asked in turn, curious about the man with lighting on his shield. "Beric Dondarrion," He heard the man say as his shield connected with Ichigo's sword blocking the strike before Ichigo striked again. This time with the back of his blade. Their talk was short and to the point as they circled each other, both looking for weakness in the others defence. Ichigo's blade slamming into the shield. The pretursions ripping into the wood trying to find purchase. "That hurt," Beric said as the boy ripped the shield off of his arm, knowing it was going to hurt more in the morning. His black sword was already falling down on him as he blocked with his own sword. The blows echoing inside of him before he was forced off his horse and onto the ground. "I yield boy," He yelled the blows stopping as he watched the young man ride off.

It continued like that for how long Ichigo didn't know. The only thing that mattered to him was winning, but to do that he had to beat Thoros. "This is a surprise Ichigo," He said eyeing the young man. Pleasantly surprised that they were the last two fighters left. "How about we dance now?" Thoros asked circling the man before swinging his sword at him.

Ichigo defended from the attack watching the sword come at him as he brought his up to block it, before he attacked in turn. Ignoring the cheers of the crowd wanting to see who would win. His mind focused on the pattern that Thoros would show to him eventually. Left. Right. Up. Left. Down. Left. Left. Down. A small small coming to his lips as he figured it out, his armoured hand letting go of the palfrey reins and grabbing the flaming sword surprising Thoros. Yanking it with all his might as he threw it away from them. His own sword pointing at his throat. "Yield."

"That's cheating," Thoros said staring at his sword across from them, wondering why someone would be crazy enough to grab it. "I yield," He said as the point of Ichigo's sword pressed against his throat. The crowd cheered as he was declared the winner of the mêlée as he was ushered out of the arena to collect his reward.


Jaime

He watched as his squire walked up to the fat oaf of a king. Laughing about how it was insane to grab the flaming sword out of Thoros hand. For once agreeing with the king knowing that it could have ended badly for him.

"Here's the gold boy," Robert said waving his hand towards the bag of dragons that were presented to Ichigo. Who picked up the hefty bag of gold to take with him. "Who thought you all of that? The Kingslayer?"

Jaime made eye contact with Ichigo as he looked at him before answering the king's question. "Yeah, he taught me that."

"You're fucking crazy the both of you," Robert said shaking his head as the serving girl poured more wine for him before he grabbed her ass.

Jaime watched the king's antics before asking for leave so he could talk with his squire and be replaced by Boros. "Have your leave kingslayer, it is your squires victory after all."

Walking behind Ichigo he wondered what he would do with the forty thousand dragons he won from the mêlée. Hoping that he wouldn't spend it like Robert or his brother Tyrion.

"I can feel your eyes on me Jaime," Ichigo said stopping to address him as he stopped alongside him. "What's bothering you?"

Jaime raised his eyebrow at the bluntness of his squire who seemed not to like the game of thrones thankfully. "I'm curious about what you'll be spending your winnings on," He answered truthfully.

"What do you think I'll be spending it on?" Ichigo asked him.

"Whore and wine. Lots of whores and wine," Jaime answered, earning a laugh from Ichigo.

"No," Ichigo responded before walking again before a man with a small pointed beard on his chin stopping the two of them.

"Lord Commander and the winner of the mêlée Ichigo Snow. It is my pleasure," The man said, earning a glare and a curious look from the two.

"Let's go Ichigo," Jaime said, not wanting this Baelish to poison his squire. "This man will poison you with promises of gold if you listen to him long enough."

"What," Ichigo asked the man in front of him causing him to smile as Jaime started wishing his squire would listen to him for once.

"Might we speak in private?" The man asked the squire. "Away from certain eyes and ears."

He watched as Ichigo shrugged and walked away with the man, a foul taste filling his mouth as he waited for his squire to return.

Watching the commons passed by he couldn't help but wonder what type of poison Littlefinger was feeding his squire. The thoughts stopped as he watched them step out of the tent, shaking hands as he narrowed his eyes. "What was that all about?" He asked, though it sounded more like a demand to know.

"Business investments," Ichigo responded ignoring the tone Jaime used.

"What type?" He asked already knowing the answer to that question.

"Brothels and the like," Ichigo told him, as he felt his bag of gold was now lighter then before his meeting with the man called Littlefinger.

"Bad investments," Jaime told him, as they walked to a brothel known for its whores called Chataya's brothel. "No."

"Yes," Ichigo said walking inside leaving Jaime out in the open as he turned around, his hand rubbing his forehead in annoyance.