She smiled at her reflection in the mirror. The crowd cheered and she thought, show time. She put on her silver helmet and walked out of the tent. She dressed herself in all silver armor; it shined brightly in the sunlight. All eyes were on her as she strode to her white stallion, trying not to walk like a woman. She found this armor hidden away along with the dragon skull. Maya thought that it was very odd that it was so well hidden away and looked so new. She smirked as she mounted her horse with ease.

She was winning the tourney so far, but now she was up against Ser Loras Tyrell, Maya had seen his tricks before so it was only fair. They stood side by side on their horses and they both bowed to the king. She went by the name, "Ser Dorren Thorne."

Maya rode to one side and Ser Loras to the other. She held the lance in her hand and then they both urged their horses to ride. Maya rode her horse as fast as she could and everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Her lance hit right in the middle of his shield, pieces of wood flying everywhere as Ser Loras flew back from his horse. He fell onto the ground with a grunt of pain. Maya mocked a bow to the constantly cheering crowds. She rode her horse back to the stables and dismounted. I do like winning…, she thought happily as she smirked smugly.

She sat in her tent, alone and waiting yet again. The crowds cheered even louder than before and she knew that it was time. Maya stood up and winced at the slight pain on her side. She shook it off and put on her helmet and continued forward. She went to her horse again and thought as she saw The Mountain as her last opponent for the tourney, oh fuck me. Maya mounted her horse and rode in front of the king and next to The Mountain, who eyed her curiously from time to time. Good thing he thinks that I have a cock. Men have it easy, for one they don't bleed every fucking moon out of their vaginas and have cramps. Damn them…there must be a special place in the Seven Hells for them.

"Ser Gregor Clegane and Ser Dorren Thorne. Whoever winds this last joust, they will win the tourney and become the winner." They both bowed. "Enough with the pleasantries! Have at it!"

They rode to their sides and she took in a shaky breath. They urged their horse forward, lances pointed at each other. At the first hit, they were both almost unhorsed by each other. Then Maya conjured all of the strength she had, blocking out everything around her as they rode forward again. Her lance hit him in the breast plate, knocking him over his horse and into the fence, it broke instantly. The crowd was wild with their cheering. Maya mocked them all with bows.

One minute she was dismounting and the next, The Mountain was charging at her with his longsword in his hands in the air. Maya quickly grabbed a random sword and just as he was close, she rolled away from him. Feet apart, she reminded herself, shoulders straight. Arms bent and right knee bent as well. He charged at her even angrier than before.

Anger issues much, she thought. She jerked her head back as he swung his sword at her neck then ducked when he did it again. She brought her sword up against his, using all of her strength yet again. Maya and Ser Gregor had their swords at the blades, it looked like a misshaped X. He glared angrily at her and she let out a manly laugh that was clear to everyone that she was mocking him. People gasped in the crowds. She pushed his body away from her by her foot on his lower belly. He growled loudly.

"Enough!" The Hound, Sandor Clegane said as he blocked his brother's attack on her with his sword.

His brother…the one he burned when he was a child. I heard once that he threw his brother's face into the fire because Sandor was playing with his brother's favorite toy. They truly do fight like dogs.

"Leave him be." Sandor said. Their blades made striking contact with each other that it frightened her a little. How in the Seven did I not get killed?! Life is full of mysteries…

Maya slowly and carefully backed away from them. Then stopped once she was at her horse. The king stood up, roaring, "STOP THIS MADNESS IN THE NAME OF YOUR KING!"

The Mountain's sword slashed the air when Sandor kneeled down with his sword in the ground, bowing his head. The Mountain grunted and stumbled a little as he missed his brother's head. He stormed to leave, but the Kingsguard stood in front of him.

The King commanded, "Let him pass."

They let him through. All eyes turned to her and she gave a nod to Sandor as thanks for saving her life and he nodded back at her, eyeing her like the way his brother once did.

"Ser Dorren, step forward and claim your victory," the king shouted and everyone clapped as they cheered.

Maya stood planted to her spot. When she didn't move, she saw the guards begin to close in on her. She looked at every one of them, raising an eyebrow at them.

"You will remove your helm or I'll have someone do it for you." The King threatened.

She glanced at one of the Kingsguard when he took a step forward. Maya stood up straight and waited for them to make a move. He brought his sword in the air and she stuck her foot out and tripped him. Just as he fell, another guard came at her and she twisted his arm and made him punch himself in the face. The crowd gave a light laugh as she made a fool of two other guards by getting the helmets on their heads and bashing them together. They a long whimper and fell to the ground together on top of each other. She ducked twice as another came swung his sword over her head and she thought that fighting the Kingsgaurd was like a dance, swift, quick, and silent…like a cat.

She kicked him in the crotch as hard as she could and he yelled out in pain as he gripped it, "Mama mia!"

Then he fell to the ground and curled into a ball. She ran to her horse and then slid under the Lannister guard's legs. She stood up and kicked him in the shin. He grunted and hopped on one foot as he gripped his shin. She mounted her horse and gave a mocking bow to the king and the people then she rode away, the guards trying to run after her. In the background, she heard the people laugh and she smirked. Mission accomplished.

Maya rode to the tunnels and then she dismounted and let her horse free. She took off her helmet and walked through the tunnels under King's Landing. On her way back, she started to take off her armor, one by one. She sighed as she hid the armor under a dark blanket inside of one of the dragon's skulls. She put back on her dress and walked up the curved stairway leaning against the wall. Maya was beyond tired and just wanted to go to bed already. She slumped a little as she went inside of her chambers. She groaned as she saw Jaime sitting on her bed wearing only breeches and boots. She rolled her eyes and said, "Why are you here? I'm tired and I want to go to sslleepp."

He patted the spot next to him and she gave a nervous smile saying, "I smell like…like a donkey and I'm going to go and take a nice long bath."

He furrowed his brows and she felt uncomfortable under his gaze. She turned sharply around and pointed a finger at him, "Don't touch anything! Just stay there."

She quickly bathed herself and then dressed herself. Maya peaked her head out of the door and glared at the empty spot on her bed. She slapped a hand on her forehead and thought, for fucks sake! He had one thing to do!

She walked around the room and scratched her head and when she couldn't find him, she just shrugged and crawled into bed, wrapping her body in the sheets. Maya shut her eyes and sighed as a weight on her eyelids was being lifted.

I'll find out where that bastard is later…he's probably out killing someone just because they stole his blankey or something. Am I going crazy…probably?

Maya made her way down to her father and sisters because she was going to break her fast with them. She knitted her eyebrows in confusion as Arya was beaming at her once she stepped through the doors, "Oh, Gods, you should've been there! He was so- he was so amazing. He was swift and quick just like what Syrio said to me…he was like a cat which meant that he must've learned water dancing form Braavos. The way he made a fool out of them. I hope that someday I'm like him. Do you know what they're calling him?"

Oh, this should be good. "Sorry, I missed it," Maya mumbled.

"Do you know what they're calling him?" Arya asked again.

She laughed and shook her head. Arya smirked and said, "Ser Dorren Throne, The Mocking Knight. Some are also calling him, Ser Dorren, the Mockery."

I like the sound of those names…I may make history someday. I think I may start pretending to be him now when I want to do something that I can't do. This is defiantly going to be fun. I have to be careful though or someone will find out it is me. I already know that all hell will break loose if that happened.

TBC…

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