Lannisport, Westerlands, 1Oth moon of 276 AC

The melee tent had a surprisingly good ambiance; the competitors were talking to each other and making new friendships or rivalries. Those who already were rivals before the tourney threw japs at one another.

" JORAH! There you are, my friend! Getting ready for the melee? I'm sure this tournament will have only northern winners!" Ragnar said merrily.

" Ragnar! Champion of the archery! If you are as good with a sword as you are with a bow, then we're all fucked up! But AYE let this tourney be won by us northerners. Gods know we don't do many tourneys on The North." Replied Jorah.

" Then it's just you and me, Jorah, against them all," Ragnar pointed out " for The North," Ragnar joked.

"For The North indeed. But we're going to have to best the sword of the Morning." Jorah answered.

"Hah, you northerners will never be able to land a hit on him; he's unbeatable," Replied a man; he had fiery red hair and beard, his eyes were blue, and he had a playful smile on his face, his tone wasn't one of mocking or disbelief, it was more of a joke-ish fashion than anything else. He wore nice-looking steel armor with griffins engraved on it.

"Reality tends to be disappointing… Ser?" Ragnar joked

"Jon Connington… and you? Another Dragon whose name is not Targaryen?" Connington asked as he saw Ragnar's coat of arms on his armor.

" Aye, I'm Ragnar of House Dovahkiin, the Ice Dragons of The North." Ragnar laughed

"It's actually a good title, my Lord; the Ice Dragons are said to roam the shivering sea… and Skagos is an Island on the Shivering Sea." Replied the until now silent Davos.

" Aye, Davos, Aye," Ragnar agreed.

" Is it true what they say about you? That you arrived at Casterly Rock riding a bear and wearing a Valyrian Steel Armor?" Jon Connington asked, and the tent went utterly silent.

"Aye, completely true. Lord Lannister forbade me to wear my armor in the Tournament. It would be unfair to you all." Ragnar replied, laughing.

" Of course, it would. A fucking monster like you wearing a Valyrian steel could win a war. You are bigger than that fucking Greyjoy." Jon Connington joked, and the whole tent laughed.

"Well, the sword of the morning would beat me, wouldn't he? An unbeatable man can beat anyone," Ragnar said

" Yes, Arthur would," Connington said.

" So that's his name, Arthur," Ragnar calmly said as he took Wuuthrad from his back and raised it high " Our battle will be more than legendary."

Ragnar did know Arthur Dayne's name, but he wanted to create a good atmosphere for his fight with Arthur. It would be Legendary, as he said. Ragnar intended to fight Arthur with "axmenship" and swordsmanship alone. He wouldn't use much of his strength to fight Arthur, just Wuuthrath and his Nightgale Sword, which he had sheathed on his hips.

" A Valyrian Steel Battle-Axe. Incredible." Commented Connington.

Before Ragnar could answer him, the sound of trumpets was heard, and all competitors went out to get their weapons blunted and to be selected into two groups. Each group would fight among themselves in battle-royal-like style, and the six remanding men of each group would qualify for the one-on-one semi-finals and the three man who won two fights in the One-on-one would fight against each other in the final

In Ragnar's group, the only important person other than him was the Silver Prince himself.

The group fight was chaotic as they came; Ragnar lost the count of how many men he defeated, He knew Rhaegar wasn't one of them as by the end of the Group Stage, the seven still standing were:

Ragnar

Rhaegar Targaryen

Two knights of House Foote

Lord Tybolt Crakehall

Emmon Frey, son of Genna Lannister ( NEVER FREY)

the Seven of the other side were:

Ser Arthur Dayne

Lord Jorah Mormont

Ser Barristan Selmy

Ser Gerion Lannister

Ser Kevan Lannister

Ser Gerold Hightower

The opponents were chosen by drawing. In the first round of the finals would be

Ser Arthur Dayne x Ser Gerold Hightower

Ser Kevan Lannister X House Foote Knight 1

Ser Baristan Selmy X Lord Jorah Mormont

Lord Tybolt Crakehall X Emmon Frey

House Foote Knight 2 X Prince Rhaegar Targaryen

Lord Ragnar Dovahkiin X Ser Gerion Lannister

Ragnar's fight was totally one-sided; Ragnar won the contest in one movement. He stepped into Gerions guard with his sword pointing at his throat. Gerion Yielded as was his only option.

Ragnar's second fight was against Emmon Frey, a boy of one and seven. Ragnar won the battle with the same movement he used in the previous contest. Emmon could only sigh and yield.

The Three-man final would be between Ragnar, Arthur Dayne, and Barristan Selmy. Ragnar had defeated Gerion Lannister and Emmon Frey. Arthur had defeated Gerold Hightower and Rhaegar Targaryen. Barristan had defeated Jorah Mormont and Ser Kevan Lannister.

The crowd was cheerful as it could have been; two Kinguards were in the finals, two legendary swordsmen and, if the way his fights in the semifinals went, a soon-to-be-legendary warrior.

Arthur Dayne was the deadliest man in King Aerys Kingsguard, wilder of the mythical sword Dawn, and the current Sword of the Morning.

Barristan Selmy, or Barristan The bold, was the most skilled swordsman alive; the slayer of Maelys the monstrous.

Ragnar Dovahkiin was a Giant of a Man, wielder of a massive Valyrian Steel battle-ax; he won all his battles with one move.

This fight would go down in the annals of history

Ragnar entered the field with his battle-axe in one hand and a bastard sword in the other. The bastard sword was as dark as night and had a bird on its quillon.

Arthur entered the field holding his sword Dawn in his hand, a bastard sword in the other, his golden armor shone as it should, and his white cloak moved with each step he took.

Barristan Selmy entered the field holding a bastard sword; he was handsome in his golden armor, and his long hair and beard gave him a respectable look.

The three warriors presented their weapons to a Lannister squire, who wrapped cloth on their blades to make them blunt, as was done in the other rounds.

Ragnar nodded at Arthur and Barristan, and both nodded back at Ragnar and at each other.

Ragnar smiled as he guarded up, he had his battle-axe pointed at Arthur and his nightingale sword pointed at Barristan.

" FIGHT" said King Aerys ll

None of the warriors moved immediately; they were waiting for an opening, they found none; they were all just too good, but then Ragnar moved first. He thrust his sword at Ser Barristan, who easily paired, and prepared to use a flung on Ragnar; he had no time to, so as Ragnar spun and was about to hit Barristan with Wuuthrad, to Barristan's luck, Arthur threw an overhand cut at Ragnar, who had to use his sword to pair, the attacks made no sound as the cloth muffled it all, but all could feel the power on the impacts.

The fight continued like that for almost 10 minutes. The speed and technique they showed was something no man had ever seen, at least not in - a three-men fight. These 10 minutes would be known to the rest of Westeros as The Three-way deadlock; THE GREATEST fight in the history of the seven kingdoms.

Unfortunately, Ser Barristan wasn't in his prime anymore, and as such, he ended up being the loose end in the Three-way deadlock. Barristan yielded when both Ragnar and Arthur had their swords pointed at his throat. He was cheered by the crowd as loudly as they had cheered for Prince Rhaegar when he arrived at the bleachers.

The fight now was one-on-one,

Arthur was clearly more tired than Ragnar, which for the crowd, was an INCREDIBLE feat considering he was holding a battle-axe.

Ragnar smiled at Arthur once more as they both assumed a high guard; the crowd's noise disappeared from their minds, focusing on one another. This time Arthur attacked first, with a simple overhand cut, followed by a fast underhand cut from his other sword; Ragnar evaded the first attack and parried the other with his sword. Ragnar gave a step back and stuck Wuuthrad in the ground; he then held his nightingale sword with two hands and said loudly said

" Now it ends."

Ragnar then began a series of complex thrusts followed by spins and last-second evasions if, by chance, Arthur could counter-attack him, Arthur did pair all of his attacks, but he was being pressured in a way he had never been pressured in a fight before. It was then that Ragnar feinted a bad overhand cut; Arthur fell for it and tried to thrust Ragnar in his ecstasy to finally having a point in the fight to being his counterattack, but it was all a feint; Ragnar spun backward and had his blade millimeters from Arthur's throat

"I Yield," Ser Arthur Dayne said for the first time in his life

" The champion of the Melee, Ragnar Dovahkiin, Ice Dragon of The North."

Lannisport, Westerlandds, 10th moon of 276 AC

The Small-folk of Lannisport and Casterly Rock were ecstatic; they had just witnessed the birth of a new legend; they cheered for Ragnar loudly; the men who before the fight were afraid of him because of his frame now showed nothing but respect in their eyes. The nobles who saw him as a barbaric Northman who by chance had a Valyrian armor were reevaluating him. Many considered swordsmanship a noble art. Ragnar didn't feel any different; he had been a legend before. He wanted to leave Lannisport and the Westerlands as quickly as possible; the south was EXTREMELY annoying to Ragnar. He liked to rule, and in this place, he was just some minor lord of a distant land.

Ragnar was walking the streets of Lannisport with Davos by his side. It was almost sunset, and the streets were lively. People walked past Ragnar and saluted him; the inns were packed with people, and so were the brothels.

" Davos, today we drink! For today was the day your Lord became a Legend. Gerion Lannister said there was a tavern where all the Lords meet when in Lannisport."

"My Lord, I suggest you be careful. Now that the Relm knows you have both Valyrian Steel armor and weapon, they will try to get you by any means… including seducing you into taking some lady's maidenhead." Davos replied playfully

"They would have to try it really hard… I've had a drinking game with the God of Wine and drunkenness, and I won… I guess." Ragnar replied

"You jest… right?" Davos asked

"Oh, There's Jorah… and the other lords of the realm." Ragnar pointed out and began to walk away to the tavern. Leaving a stunning Davos behind

" YOU JEST RIGHT??" Davos asked, but it fell on deaf ears. Davos soon followed after Ragnar.

Every lord who attended the Tourney, except Tywin and The King, was at the Inn. Ser Barristan and Ser Arthur accompanied Prince Rhaegar, who was talking to Jon Connington.

The tavern was huge. It had the Lannister coat of arms on one of the walls, and heads of numerous games on others.

Ragnar saw so many different Lords and Ladies walking and feasting he almost lost his headcount.

"Lord Dovahkiin! It's good to see you here; came to join the realm's lords?" Asked Ser Barristan. He had a genuine smile on his face. As Barristan said that Rhaegar turned to Ragnar, he chose to wait for Ragnar's answer to Barristan's question

"Aye, It is a time to feast; although you southerners lack mead, you make it up with the good food. Unfortunately, I'll have to drink wine…." Ragnar sneered mockingly. "By the way, Davos, can you get me something to drink? Get something for you as well." Ragnar asked Davos, who nodded and went to do his bidding

"I would say our wine is best than mead," Chucked Ser Barristan

"I agree with Ser Barristan, Lord Dovahkiin; by the way, I will need a rematch next tournament. I lost my momentum in the three-way fight," Arthur said, clearly joking.

"You believe what you will, Ser Arthur… even if bothers the concept of sanity." Ragnar laughed

"Lord Dovahkiin, It's a pleasure to meet you. Tell me, how is it that a warrior of your level remained hidden all this time?" said Rhaegar.

" Well, I never liked tournaments. I don't usually fight for sport. And those who fought me didn't live to tell the story." Ragnar replied to the Silver Prince

" What about those who fought beside you? Why haven't they talked about your prowess in fighting?" Asked Rhaegar

" Oh, but they have… You just don't know about it because you Targaryen just turn your attention to the North when you need us to win you some war…not when the Reach charges us twice for the grains on winter… not when those Ironborn scum raids Bear Island… not when the septs call us heathens." Ragnar replied truthfully but kept his tone cheerful, making Rhaegar cringe.

"I must apologize if I made you uncomfortable with my questioning. It's an unfortunate habit of mine," Rhaegar said, his face having an apologetic expression.

" It's all right; you're the Crown Prince. It's your right and duty to question your subjects if you feel they are not doing the good for the realm. As it is mine to defend my honor." Ragnar said; Rhaegar nodded

"Drink with me, Silver Prince. You can ask what you want, and I shall answer to the best of my abilities," Ragnar said as Davos handed him a wine mug. Rhaegar nodded and made a sign to Arthur, who nodded and went to get some wine for Rhaegar.

"Tell me, my lord, how did you come to possess a Valyrian Steel armor? Have you ventured into Valyria? Is that why you have a Dragon as House's sigil?" Rhaegar asked, and the WHOLE tavern went silent.

"Finally, someone who doesn't speak in riddles or hidden lines in this forsaken south… to answer your first question… I forged it myself. The reason why my house's sigil is a Dragon? By the right of blood, of course." Ragnar answered. Rhaegar's eyes widened comically. A man capable of forgiving Valyrian Steel was invaluable. It could change Westeros forever. This fact completely overshadowed Ragnar's comment about the right of blood.

" You can forge Valyrian Steel?" Ser Barristan asked, shocked

"Yes, I'm a man of many talents… forging just happens to be one of them," Ragnar answered as he sipped his Wine.

"Incredible," replied Ser Arthur