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Chapter 10: The Tourney of the Hand

Five days since the arrival in King's Landing, the entire Northern Entourage of Ned Stark was let in on the plans of a Tourney, dedicated to the Stark. Ned was surprised at the notion at first, but after a few days of preparation, the Tourney was to begin on this day, despite Ned's wishes against one. Ned was stressed as the Hand of the King, finding that most of the money was diverted to feasts, hunts and tournaments. All three were sucking money from the Royal Coffers, bleeding the Iron Throne dry of money, putting the Throne in debt. Ned was stressed; it wasn't the fact that the Throne was in debt that made him stressed; it was who the Throne was indebted to. Ned sat on his seat trying his best to be as calm as possible. The Lannisters were in control of almost all of the gold in the entire continent, of course King's Landing would be taking loans.

But to think, millions of gold dragons, poured into such useless extravagances made Ned's blood boil. It made the Stark wonder, with a burning hole in his brain, what Robert was doing as the King. A man can only take so much from others, that much is true, and Ned Stark has proven himself to be a tough, resilient man to things that don't go his way. But, the sniveling men on the Small Council were enough to give him his fill of plots and corruption, every time any of them open their mouths. Ned frowned; maybe not Pycelle, he was just an old fool, but, Lord Baelish "littlefinger", Lord Varys "The Spider" and of course, Lord Renly; Robert's younger brother. The three of them plotted separately, always plotting, always wanting something from someone.

To think that Lord Baelish would even try to talk to Sansa made Ned's skin crawl. Ned had to watch himself around here. Even with his wife's warnings and pleads, the Stark couldn't help himself; his children were here. He wanted to set a good example for them, to keep them from the corruption and the deceit. He wanted to keep them from the ridiculous game that is, the Game of Thrones. He had a small conversation about the game with Cersei one morning in her solar; she was pleasant, compared to the other times they'd talked. But the conversation turned into talks of politics, plotting, placement in the Kingsguard, who'll take certain key city official placements. The Stark was confused through most of this talk until she spoke to him, describing to him, the Game of Thrones, the game he unintentionally got him and his family into.

He shut his eyes and rested his palms against his tired eyes and scratched at his long black hair. So tiring and only five days have passed. A wolf trapped in a pit of snakes. The man took a deep breath, but a smile began to grow on his face. Speaking of wolves, Nymeria, Lady and Summer were all growing at a spontaneous rate. Their furs were gorgeous and looked completely new to the people of King's Landing. Their size was strange and caught the eyes of various people when they'd tour the city. At first Ned was fearful that someone would try and poach one of the direwolves, but thank the gods, none were ever threatened.

He took a deep breath and began to reminisce. He was especially glad about one certain relationship; the King and Queen of course. Ned smiled brightly. His best and oldest friend, Robert Baratheon, was finally beginning to learn what it's like to finally fell what it is to love his wife. Even though what he feels can't be classified as love yet, it was a start. Ned saw Robert and Cersei walking, arm with arm, through the castle halls, having never done that except on their wedding ceremony. Ned nearly had to do a double-take when he saw them talking in peace, Cersei's shoulder resting on the King's shoulder, a peaceful smile on her face; a peaceful smile on Robert's pudgy extremity. And to think, what brought the two together was the near death of their son. Their son, Naruto, had caught Ned's eye. He was just so, bloody different.

The boy would visit Sansa whenever he could, and so far, Sansa's been with him more than she's been embroidering. The two would leave early in the morning and arrive just before dusk, bellies full, the smell of light wine on their breaths and big smiles spread across their faces. If it were any other man that did what Naruto and Sansa might be doing, Ned would be worried and immediately force the man to cease conversation with his daughter. But for some reason, Naruto gave off an air of respect and undeniable amount of trust was already felt between him and the Stark Household. Of course, he was still nervous about the two always being together, but he allowed it nevertheless.

Suddenly, the sound of heavy clomping of hooves brought his mind from his never ending thoughts. In the Arena, stood Naruto and Sansa. They jumped off their horse and walked towards the stands. The two were laughing about something and Ned could distinctly hear Sansa being the one to make him laugh, yet again, bringing more trust from Naruto. The boy was bringing the best out of his children. Ned turned his Icy blue eyes down to the arena again and found Bran running after them, Lady and Summer on leashes. Ned chortled softly at the implications of Bran being made the wolf handler since he was Naruto's squire. A cruel use for the boy since he was still too young and lithe to be bearing armor, but not far from the truth. Knowing Arya and Sansa and how they love to pester their younger siblings (or even older in Arya's case).

"Hello, father." Sansa said, taking a seat next to the Stark. "Where's Arya?"

"She's having dancing lessons." Ned replied. "She won't be joining us here."

"Oh?" Sansa was aghast. "I would have thought that Arya of all the people, would want to be here."

"Prepare to be surprised even more, Sansa." Bran said while petting Summer and Lady. "She told me this morning that she was going to have dancing classes and didn't have time for a stupid tourney. Then she slammed the door in my face."

"Really?" Sansa asked with wide eyes.

"I know!" Bran said with glare, while rubbing Summer's head. "I can't believe she'd slam the door in my face like that- actually I can but-"

"What?" Sansa said with a questioning look on her face. "No one cares if she slammed a door in your face, Bran, everyone would slam a door in your face. I was-"

"Sansa." Ned interrupted. "Don't be so harsh on your little brother."

"But, father." Sansa gave him a pleading look. After her father gave her a gaze that spoke no argument, she sighed in defeat. "Fine, I'm sorry, Bran."

"It's alright, Sansa." The young Stark replied with a smile. "I was just having a poke at fun."

"Well, my Lady, Sansa." Naruto kissed her hand and began to walk away.

"Naruto!" Sansa gave him a pleading look; Lord Baelish was sitting in front of her. "Where are you going?"

"I'm Royalty, Sansa, I have to sit with the Royal Family." The boy replied with a smile.

"I'm your betrothed." Sansa said suddenly. "I'm going to take a seat with you."

She lifted her dress and stepped over the long bench and began to follow after the beaming blond. Naruto had a small smile on his face. While what she was doing, was technically not allowed, he shrugged, wondering where such a rule even exists. After all, he didn't know any other story of a woman sitting with her betrothed; after all a woman's betrothed would normally be down there, performing in the Tourney. The boy walked over ready to grab a chair, but the King's squire, Lancel Lannister, immediately decided that he'd try and do his job, reaching down, trying to lift the heavy Verawood chair, to no avail. Naruto wanted to stop him, but to see such a scrawny, girlish man, try and move a chair made from the heaviest wood in Westeros, made him want to break into laughter.

Grown in Dorne, the tree was bloody heavy and used to make the furniture they had in the Palace. Because of its weight, the wood was only available to those that had money to afford it. The boy, tired of Lancel's struggles bringing embarrassment to House Lannister, decided to do it himself; just as originally planned. The boy wrapped his arm around the chair and channeled his power, darkening his blue eyes to a navy blue hue. He raised the chair, faking the struggle and plopped the Verawood chair next to his own, next to Joffrey's vacant seat. Naruto gave a frown at the sight. His brother was being a little child, not leaving his room other than for food and drink or to use his chamber pot. The Baratheon looked in disgust, not enjoying what the empty seat could be implying.

"Naruto." Robert suddenly said, getting his and Sansa's attention. "Since your foolish brother, Joffrey, decided not to show up, how would you like to sit in his chair and Sansa can take yours?"

"I'd love to!" Naruto beamed at his father and mother. The boy lifted Sansa from her seat, bringing a yelp from the Stark, before resting the girl in her seat.

Cersei gave them a small glance, feeling her lips tug at the corners. Robert was doing the same and rested his hand on Cersei's with a small show of care. The Queen's green eyes looked at him, a strange glimmer in them that Robert hadn't seen since their wedding night. The man didn't know what to do, but he let his lips curl up. His bloody son was doing this to him, Robert surmised softly. The damned boy was turning him into a sappy, fat, but happy man. To think that Cersei was beginning to willingly try in their relationship surprised the Baratheon. The man continued to think on it, carelessly rubbing his thumb against Cersei's hand on her gold encrust armrest. His blue eyes trailing over to Sansa and Naruto.

Again, they were talking like they always did, learning more about each other, growing closer. Growing closer in a way that the Baratheon wished he did with Lyanna; a Stark that he himself wanted. He shut his eyes and leaned his head back into his seat. But he shut his eyes and shut his mind, concentrating on the sound of his son and his betrothed talk. Their conversation was about life and death, love and hate; strange topics to be talking about, but nonetheless, they still talked about it, showing a deeper level of intellect they hid from common knowledge. But there was something that rung in Robert's ears that Naruto said to the girl.

In the world we live in, it's uncertain that I'll live to see tomorrow or even live to see the sun set. But if something were to ever happen, move on. Live happily, live peacefully, find someone else to love and hold you. I'm gone, but you're not, you still have your life to live. Grieve, but don't let it be the only thing you do. Robert thought, repeating the boy's words over and over. Gods what have I done to have a child like that to come from my seed. Seems almost impossible that a child like that can come from me, after everything that I've done, fucking whores, drinking myself to depression, eating like the fat man I am…where in the gods did the boy get something like that?

"Naruto, where'd you get that from?" Robert asked.

"It's actually something I've made up on my own." Naruto said truthfully. "I've been reading a lot lately. Whenever I'm not doing any of my princely duties or with Sansa, I'm reading. You should try it some time, Father."

"Bah!" Robert waved his hand in dismissal. "Stuff it, clever little shit."

Cersei gave him a look of disgust, but she heard Naruto's laughter boom in a very Baratheon-esque way. Robert had a little gleam in his eye that Cersei hadn't seen in ages. Robert burst into his own bit of laughter. Naruto and Robert shared a small look and nodded in silence, smiles still burning into their faces. Naruto ran a hand through his blond hair and faced his red haired lady and wrapped his arm around Sansa's shoulders and the girl leaned into him. The tourney was about to begin. Knights were about to start filling in for the opening fights, beginning with the melee. Naruto looked to Bran and nodded to the boy and looked around, his mother and father were too interested in each other.

"Sansa, I have to go and piss." Naruto said flatly. "I'll be back soon though."

"Alright…" Sansa said with a worried look on her face. But she watched as Bran took off running without summer have you. What is this fool planning?

Naruto and Bran quickly hid in Robert's tent. The blond was sweating and wanted to do this as fast as possible. The Stark of the two rushed back and forth, tossing Naruto pieces of armor, all the while, Naruto, with lightning fast speed, clasped around his body, wrapped around his body and finally, tying his belt around his waist, giving his sword and sheath a place to rest. Naruto took a deep breath as Bran tossed him a great-helm to cover his face. Naruto nodded at the Stark and pulled his hair back before sliding the great-helm over him.

"I want you ready to give me my lance once the joust comes." Naruto said. "Have my horse at the ready and my lance, in secret. If you can climb and not be seen, you can get those things and not be seen. I'm counting on you, Bran."

"Got it, Naruto!" Bran stood straight and shot from the tent to join his father and the direwolves.

Naruto barged from the tent, taking a quick look at his surroundings, and headed over to the arena field for the melee. He was dressed in a dark red, leather hauberk with large, stylized pauldrons on his shoulders, protecting everything on his upper arms. His helmet though, had small stag horns that could have a chance of revealing who he is. A prince should never compete in the tourney's since some knights would be fearful of the King's wrath should the prince die from the strenuous combat that they go through during the tourney's. Naruto wasn't intending to die though, he was intending to win and name Sansa his Queen of Love and Beauty. The boy took a deep breath and entered the arena, a shaky breath leaving his lips.

The competition came in all shapes and sizes and cultures. There were Braavosi Bravos, travelling swordsmen, Hedge knights, noble knightly loyal to the crown, lords of the Crownlands and even a few men that Naruto didn't recognize; such as the man standing with a scimitar at his side, clearly coming from Essos. Naruto stood next to the largest man present. It was none other than Ser Gregor "The Mountain" Clegane. Naruto's body shivered involuntarily as his blue eyes trailed over the man's terrifying stature. To believe that his grandfather used him to slaughter Rhaegar's children and wife made Naruto nervous to be fighting someone like him in the melee.

Of course, that theory that his grandfather ordered Ser Gregor was commonly believed to be a lie, but Naruto could tell otherwise. He knew the truth behind the Rains of Castamere, and how his grandfather annihilated House Reyne and House Tarbeck, tearing down their keeps and slaughtering every member. So to think that his grandfather would use someone like Ser Gregor to murder the children of Rhaegar Targaryen wasn't too much of a stretch. Naruto shivered softly and started walking around, taking his place against the wall of the arena. The horn was about to be blown soon and he would have to beat or kill these men.

There were a few men with mounts, but that was for those who could afford to have a mount. Naruto took a deep breath and waited for the horn. Twenty-thousand gold dragons to whoever wins the melee. Naruto smirked and took a deep breath, not really wanting to do it for the gold, decided at that moment to donate the gold to the orphanage in Flea Bottom, and if he wins everything else, even more for the orphanage. He took another deep breath trying to calm his beating heart. He knew that Sansa was probably wondering where he was at this point. But the horn was blown.

All men rushed ahead, clashing swords with others. Axes clashing against steel plate, sparks coming to life. Horses rushed about, with their riders swinging about, trying to knock men over. Naruto ducked when two men sellswords rushed at him from two different directions. He shot around, punching one of the men in the throat and came back around kicking the other in the knee and bashed his head against the wooden wall behind him, knocking the both of them out. Naruto sped ahead, finally showing himself for all to see.

The man with the stag-helm was bringing a lot of people's attention; Robert especially. Naruto jumped over a low swing from an axe wielding sellsword and kicked the men back as he flew through the air. Naruto elbowed the man in his temple, knocking him over and pushed the man in front of a racing horse. The prince winced beneath his helmet at the bone-crushing impact. A roar was heard coming from his right and his left, perking Naruto's ears. The boy drew two knives and hurled the first towards the spear-wielding hedge knight, hitting him in his shoulder, just at the joint. Naruto ducked under another spear and grabbed onto the shaft, glaring at the hedge knight who dared to attack him. Naruto stared at him and decided to knock him out, head-butting his helmet against the man's denting his own into his forehead.

Naruto nonchalantly dropped the unconscious fighter and headed off, sheathing his knife and drawing his sword. Naruto wanted to be as fast with this as possible. He shot forward, clashing his blade with a Braavosi, but the foreigner's superior sword-skill put the prince at a disadvantage. The Braavosi spun around, causing Naruto's weight to push him forward and nearly run into someone's spear. Naruto quickly turned on his heel, swinging with precision at the various parts of the Braavosi's defense, trying to find a weak point in his supposed perfect defense. He wasn't even using a shield! The Braavosi lunged forward, his thin blade piercing Naruto's helm, but thankfully missing his skin. Naruto smirked though when he realized that the Braavosi made a mistake. Turning his head, the blade flew out of the Braavosi's hand, leaving the Essosi open for any attack.

Naruto grabbed him by his collar and bashed the sword-butt against the Braavosi's temple, knocking the smaller man unconscious immediately. He looked up to see Sansa gasp in surprise at what he'd done. Hopefully she didn't know who he was yet. He pushed the unconscious Braavosi off of his body and jumped back, dodging the riders racing back and forth. Naruto glared and huffed, realizing that he'd made a mistake by not taking his bloody horse along. There was nothing but riders and Ser Gregor on foot. Naruto really wanted a mount by now, growing frustrated with the way his remaining opponents were on horseback.

A rider came up to him, sword drawn ready to strike him down. Naruto smirked beneath his helmet; the perfect target. Naruto drew out his knife and hurled the blade at his opponent. Seconds later, the man fell from his horse, a knife embedded in his right shoulder; his sword arm. Naruto waited for the horse to come to him. He took a deep breath, power radiating within his arms and legs. The reins were waving wildly as time began to slow. Naruto smirked, he was beginning to control his powers better. He reached out, gripping the reins and jumped, bringing his leg over the saddle. Once time came back to normal, people were roaring out for Naruto, no one knowing his true name, simply calling him stag-helm.

Naruto drew his sword and charged over for Ser Gregor. The supposed knight was charging at the Baratheon, ready to strike his horse down. But once again, time began to slow for Naruto, giving him enough time to deal with the situation. His eyes darkened into a deep navy blue hue, as his power grew within his sword arm. Ser Gregor was a bastard in every way and Naruto surely didn't want to deal with him in the joust. Naruto swung with all of his might at the charging giant. With a roar, sounding eerily familiar to Robert and Cersei, Naruto carved into the great-helm the Mountain serviced, digging his blade into the man's face, knocking him from the fight.

People were un uproar, wondering who this man was. They cheered his name, getting the attention of the other competitors. Naruto gritted his teeth. His opponents turned their attention to him, and him alone. Robert stood from his seat and Naruto immediately knew that his father figured him out. Cersei glared at him, almost as if she was about to scream at him. Naruto looked down, sighing in defeat. Of course his bloody parents would figure him out.

"I'll increase the reward for whoever knocks his helmet from his face!" Robert roared. "Fifty-thousand gold dragons to the one strong enough to forcefully reveal the stag-helm's face!"

Naruto's blue eyes widened with fear. His father was trying to teach him a lesson. His mother pulled Robert back into his seat and immediately began to argue with him. Sansa's face turning red when she too realized what was going on. She looked at him with pleading eyes, giving knowing glances at how many opponents he was about to face at the same time. Sansa sighed and sat straight, ready for whatever surprising trick Naruto had up his sleeve. Robert and Cersei though immediately started laughing making Naruto's skin run cold. The two of them looked at Naruto and gave him a small nod. The boy's jaw dropped and his head began to shake. His parents caught on, but instead of stopping the fight, they let it continue!

"Begin!" Robert roared.

Eighteen mounted warriors including that Essosi that Naruto was curious about. Eighteen men charged at him. Most wielding swords, others wielded spears and in the Essosi's case, a scimitar. Naruto charged ahead too, knowing that the ones in his immediate vicinity were swordsmen. Channeling his power again, Naruto swung his sword, digging the blade into the first man's gut, launching him from his saddle. The boy ducked back, his amazing agility holding nothing back. The other man's sword trailed above him at a hair's length, nearly lopping his head off. Naruto pulled on the reins, turning around, charging after the remaining seventeen men. He sheathed his sword when a spear wielding knight began to rush for him, ready to spear his horse.

Time slowed and Naruto bent over, surprising many by his new trick. Naruto though, channeled his power once again, bringing strength to his legs. The spear came in faster than the boy anticipated, cutting into his arm. Naruto growled in pain, but wrapped his hand around the spear shaft, diverting his power to his arms, strengthening them. Time froze for him and Naruto snapped the spear shaft in half, spinning the broken spear in his hands. Time went back to normal and the knight froze in confusion at his lack of a spearhead. He turned around, looking through his open visored sallet only to see Naruto wielding his spearhead. Naruto shook his head, hidden beneath his stag-helm and hurled the spear at the knight's back, forcing him from the fight.

Sixteen more to go, and Naruto was starting to leave an impression on the smallfolk and the King. Naruto could see Sansa shaking in her seat, her hands held up to her lips. She was watching his every move, fearful that he might make a mistake. She watched in awe as he dispatched another three knights with relative ease and still had enough energy to continue fighting the rest. She looked to Bran, Naruto's accomplice in all of this and gave him a glare. It was a good thing that Bran didn't look back. If looks could kill, Bran would be in the deepest pit of the Seven Hells. Sansa looked over to her right to see Cersei and Robert whispering about something.

King. Throne. Joffrey. Sansa could only hear those three words. What in the blazes are they talking about?

"Little bird." Cersei said suddenly, gaining Sansa's attention as Naruto unhorsed two more knights. "Come over, I have a question for you."

"Anything, your Grace-"

"Call me your good mother." Cersei gave her a calm smile. "How do you feel about Naruto?"

Sansa was caught off guard by the question. "I…what do you mean, your Grace?"

"How do you feel about my son?" Cersei asked again. "I want to know."

"He's…" Sansa bit her lip and nearly jumped when the crowd exploded when the stag-helm unhorsed yet another knight. "He's better than anything I could have imagined-"

"Fight harder!" Robert's roars were heard. Cersei let out a sigh but Sansa started to giggle. The crowd roared along with him as the stag-helm unhorsed three knights within three seconds.

This is my son! Robert cheered within his mind. This is what a King should be like! This is who the King should be! Bahaha! The way he fights is unlike anything I've ever seen!

Suddenly, five more knights were unhorsed, groaning in pain, writhing on the arena floor. Naruto thought was starting to daze. His vision began to blur and he became droopy. Naruto took a deep breath, feeling the blood flow from his head wound. Naruto was starting feel his breath get heavy. He leaned his head down, resting his palm against the saddle of his horse. He kept his sword up though, to defend himself at a moment's notice, should his opponents decide to charge him. All that remained for him to fight were just three more knights. The Essosi though, finally tossed his broadsword and drew his scimitar, showing off its shiny steel for all to see. With a flick of his wrist though, the sword exploded into green flame, bringing fearful gasps from everyone present.

Naruto's horse flew back, terrified of the flames. Naruto clashed with the ground in a painful thump. The boy pushed the horse off of his body and stood, wobbly-legged and drew his sword once again. The two other knights shot forward, swords in hand. Naruto was dazed and already beginning to lose consciousness. He couldn't lose yet! Naruto dodged the first blade coming in and weaved around the second. With his left hand, he drew two knives from his waist and hurled them with terrifying accuracy, hitting both men from their horses, a knife in their sword arms, rendering them useless in this fight. Naruto turned back to the remaining warrior, the Essosi with a burning sword. Naruto took a deep breath wondering how to deal with something like that.

His horse was horrified of the flames. He was also out of knives. He glared at the man and kept his sword drawn, keeping ready for anything. The flames gutted out though, reverting back to the normal glinting blade that it was. Naruto's eyes widened with immediate surprise and the boy turned on his heels, speeding after one of the horses to level the playing field. He could hear the man rushing after him. Naruto though, as he was running, was tripped by one of the other knights grabbing on to his leg. Naruto collided with the dirt face first, nearly forcing him to remove his helmet. The boy though, fought back against it and kicked the knight, digging his steel soled, leather boots into the man's face, which was unprotected thanks to his no visor sallet. Naruto wiggled from his grip and immediately tried his best to get to a horse without the final opponent catching up to him.

"Now, before I win a good amount of money, I am Thoros of Myr." The man replied with a small smile. "Now, what is your name, Stag-helm?"

"We'll keep my name a secret for now." Naruto replied cheekily.

Thoros rushed forward, his scimitar glinting in the light of the sun as he came closer and closer. Naruto clashed his blade with Thoros, bringing sparks to life. The man swung for the boy, nearly digging the curved weapon down onto Naruto's cranium. The boy dodged, letting the blade cut into his shoulder. Thankfully, the pauldrons did their job and blocked the strike, save for the small dent the scimitar made. Naruto punched Thoros in his gut, surprised to find that the man had a belly much like his father's. Thoros, not really liking what the stag-helm had done, rammed his fist into Naruto's face, launching him away.

Naruto grabbed a sword off the ground, clashing his blade left and right against Thoros, trying his best to keep the man at bay. Thoros was simply more skilled than Naruto and was meeting blow for blow, neither of them getting near to victory. That is, until Thoros let a little opening in his attack. Naruto continued attacking, keeping up his offensive. Thoros struggled against the new, invigorated attacks. Stag-helm wasn't about to give up it seems. Thoros was surprised by Naruto's speed and the strength he put in each attack. Naruto smirked when the Myrman turned his attention to follow after Naruto's blade.

"This ends!" Naruto roared, shooting his hilt around, bashing the pommel against Thoros' jaw. Naruto turned around and with a quick spin, he brought the blade down onto Thoros' neck, knocking him out completely.

The cheers were thunderous and the cries could still be heard. Naruto was being helped by Bran to remove his armor as fast as possible and get ready for the joust. Bran tossed Naruto's arm braces away in no particular direction and quickly slapped on a pair of steel plate arm braces, locking them in place. Bran looked at Naruto's pauldrons and tightened the lames guarding his upper arm. Naruto though, sadly didn't have a real breastplate made of plate armor, so the boy stuck with his coat of plates, not wanting to make it too obvious that the prince was in the tourney. He took a deep breath and handed Bran his sword, but just when the stag-helm was about to exit from the tent, the flaps moved and in came a warm breeze from the summer winds outside.

"Well, Naruto." Sansa said suddenly, causing Naruto's blood to run cold. "You had to piss? Strange, I didn't know putting on armor was the same as pissing."

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