Yo, so here's part one of the joust!

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Chapter 11: The Lists

"Bran, I think it best that you leave." Sansa said with a tone that spoke no argument, using a tone that Bran never heard before. "Now!"

"S-Sansa, I was just, trying to-"

"Save your excuses." Sansa glared. "I sat there, listening to your mother and father giggle and whisper with one another for nearly half an hour! I have never felt so…awkward."

"I just wanted to-"

"No." Sansa glared. "You deserve to be punished."

Naruto's face immediately drenched with sweat. Sansa walked up to him a face filled with evil and anger. She grabbed the boy's shoulders, locking her icy blue eyes with his. Naruto kept staring, unprepared for her. Sansa shot forward, pressing her lips against his. Naruto at first tried to back away, having not kissed Sansa yet. She wrapped her arms around his neck while he held her tight. They kept up, feeling the air disappear from their lungs. But they immediately pulled away when they heard the flap of the tent open. They both turned to see Bran with a jousting shield and a blank look on his face. No words were said as the three of them stared aimlessly at one another.

Bran sighed and rolled his eyes, dropping his shield on the ground and making a complete turn on his heels. Bran was muttering something, loud enough for them to hear. Sansa looked at Naruto and he at her before they went back to their lip-lock. Once again, they had to pull away as they both heard knights shouting and men running back and forth for the joust.

"I thought you were here to kill me." Naruto laughed nervously. "I suppose I was wrong?"

"I'll kill you if you lose." Sansa laughed. "I know Lady hasn't tasted Prince yet."

"Now, I'm starting to think that I'm beginning to rub off on you." Naruto laughed, leaving the tent.

"I wouldn't say it's a bad thing…oh, wait." Sansa grabbed Naruto. "A knight needs a lady's favor."

She handed the boy a large red and white ribbon from her red hair. The boy gave her a small nod and disappeared into the arena. Sansa watched him leave and took a deep breath to calm her speeding heart. It seems the songs were coming true for her. With a fleet of foot, she appeared back in her seat next to Cersei. The Queen gave Sansa a knowing look and the Stark simply met her gaze, before turning her attention to the Lists. Robert was drinking his wine, sputtering in laughter from a small conversation with Lord Stark. People were beginning to file into the arena once more for the main attraction. The King took a deep breath as the first two knights were called. Jory Cassel was to go against Ser Horas Redwyne first.

A Northman dressed in Stark armor emblazoning the grey direwolf on a field of white. His lance was designed with a spiral color of white and black. Jory took his horse up to his side of the lists with a calm expression wrought across his face. He reached up with his shield arm, pulling his visor down. To the opposite end of the lists, Horas Redwyne was dressed in heraldic mail, bearing the sigil of House Redwyne, a grape cluster on a field of azure. His own lance was painted with a spiraling design of blue on purple. The two men stared at one another ready for the horn.

On first go, I need to unhorse him. Jory told himself. Lord Stark is watching.

For House Redwyne. Horas thought. But such simple Northman. Is this who I'm to go against? Oh well, I guess it is to happen.

The horn blew with a resounding resonance. The two men rushed at each other, their lances, couched and ready. Jory was coming in close, but Horas feigned a block, bringing Jory and him to bring their lances up. The people roared out at their first charge. Sansa watched with a frown. Jory could have easily unhorsed Ser Horas with his eyes closed. But again, the two men rounded the barrier, brought their lances down into the couched position, speeding up ready to meet their targets. Jory pulled his arm back and shot it forward, despite the heavy weight the lance carried. Immediately, Horas was sent flying back in a hailstorm of splinters and shattered wood.

People roared in approval, screaming at both Horas and Jory, some jeers for the Horror of the Arbor, and the rest cheers for the Honor Guard Captain of the Hand. Ser Horas looked down dejectedly and was helped away by two of his squires and his horse, pulled along by a third. Jory rode down towards the end of the barrier, raising his lance towards the sky. A page came forth and called the name of the next knight. Ser something of who really cares, Frey. Jory shook his head and sighed in defeat knowing that defeating a Frey wasn't going to increase his renown.

Upon a black horse, a man of lanky features appeared, clearly nervous about his placement in all of this. In his right hand, a lance bearing the colors of House Frey, light blue spirals with white. On his heraldic mail, he bore the sigil of House Frey, two stone grey towers connected by a bridge over a dark grey field over blue water. A strange sigil for an equally strange house. Jory wondered who he was really about to go against, ready to speak with the fool that decided to knight this boy. The horn was blown, and Jory was beginning to regret not stopping the fight and telling the boy to quite. The Frey was going to be in a world of hurt.

Jory lapped the reins on his horse, launching ahead, bringing his lance to the couched position, waiting for the right moment. Jory thought about ramming the Frey's cock with a lance, but deemed it unnecessary finding that no one would want to breed with Frey anyway. Fighting back the laugh he was about to feel rise up, Jory launched his lance forward, gutting the Frey from his horse, sending the knight from his horse. The boy rolled through the dirt, kicking up a small cloud of dirt, revealing an unconscious knight, laying face down on the lists. Jory pulled the reins, calming his horse and brought his lance upwards, disappointed by his second opponent.

The crowd cheered nevertheless; jousts were the most important feature of the Tourney. The unconscious Frey was dragged away by his squires, also Frey's, and disappeared all together into the Frey tent. Jory nodded his head and sat upon his horse with a bored expression. He was wondering who his next opponent would be. He took a deep breath and watched as a brown strider appeared with a man dressed in light brown armor, almost copper-like. He wore the sigil of House Brune, a bear paw; brown on white, within a double tressure brown. He was a simple looking man, not ugly but not handsome either. He arrived with an equally simple lance, boring colors of simple brown oak.

"Gods, I hope he'll be a challenge." Jory sighed.

Naruto was messing with his coat of plates, finding it annoying to deal with. Bran tied the braces tightly enough and secured the lames, but his pauldrons were slightly loose from the constant throwing and swinging of his swords and knives. But now, his coat was loose around his waist bringing an annoying uneven feeling to his breeches and the waistline. He was about to roar in frustration until a hand rested on his shoulder. It was massive and seemed to belong to a giant of a man. Naruto turned to see none other than his Father, the King, watching him with utter amusement.

"To think you'd join the tourney under stag-helm." Robert laughed. "You're not as clever as you think yet, Naruto."

"Y-You're not angry with me?" Naruto asked with a raised brow.

"Angry?!" Robert asked with an incredulous look. "Bahaha! Gods now, child! If it weren't for the prude, Lord Eddard Stark, I'd be hiding beneath my armor and doing the tourney as well, here." Robert tossed the boy a great breastplate.

"Father?" Naruto looked at the piece of metal.

"It's the armor I was intending to use." Robert smiled, resting his hand on Naruto's pauldron covered shoulders. "It's been a long time since I've been able to wear my armor. Your soft-headed uncle, Lancel, actually believed there to be an armor stretcher."

"Armor stretcher?" Naruto deadpanned.

The two burst into laughter, placing their hands on their knees gasping out for breath within seconds. Once they finished, wiped the stray tear from the corner of their eyes and taking deep breaths to calm down. Robert stared at his son while Naruto slapped the armor over his chest. His son was a lot like him and it surprised him to no lengths. Naruto, despite his rather fearful upbringing, still ended up being strong and resilient and Robert felt that there was still time to mend their relationship. Robert nodded at the boy finding there no more words to be spoken and walked away.

"Wait! Father." Naruto called, stopping Robert in his heels.

"Yes, Naruto, what is it?" Robert asked.

"Well…I was wondering…how do I joust when I don't have a lance?" Naruto asked with a sheepish grin.

Cersei sighed when she realized that Robert was gone. She frowned when thoughts arose; he was drunk, he was in battle-heat watching others fight. Those two together always equaled Robert finding some whore to bed and not be seen until later that night; even at an event like this. She felt her heart break slightly at the implications. After all the work she put in over the last month since Winterfell was for nothing if that was the truth. But in his absence, the bloody tourney had just begun and Cersei didn't know what that could possibly mean until a page asked her to choose which one had won one of the matches.

The Lannister had never felt so open. Her green eyes widened with surprise. Judge?! Cersei thought with an incredulous look on her face. I am only here to talk with Robert! I didn't even pay attention that well in the melee until Naruto started showing his true fighting skill and even then, saying I paid attention is a stretch! Cersei sighed and tried her best to figure out who to choose. She asked the page who did better and who got more strikes. The page looked at her in confusion, not understanding her question, but did his best to piece together what she was saying.

"Oh, if by strikes, erm, then Jory Cassel had won the round-" The page was suddenly interrupted by Cersei's wave of dismissal.

"Go on, then. This Jory Cassel won the round!" Cersei said with a calm tone. "Bring up the next two knights!"

"My Lord Hand, your queen requires your presence." Cersei said trying to sound overly dignified. Sansa gave the queen a look, but Cersei quickly dismissed it as well.

"Your Grace?" Ned asked.

"By the gods; how do I judge a joust?!"

Cersei frowned. That was about twenty minutes ago and now, she was starting to grow impatient with these boring jousts! After everything that Lord Stark told her, Cersei was more critical, focusing her eye on the different matches. Over and over, knights; true, landed and hedge. Over and over, she watched them rush at each other at the same angles, making her wonder if some of these men win their matches by luck or skill. For a moment, she believed that she could win a joust on her own, finding it to be a simple match for simple men in shining armor. How pompous she'd become after judging seven matches.

Suddenly, from the far side, a large man was seen walking up. Cersei trailed her green eyes over to the man, surprised that he wasn't stumbling in every direction or sputtering nonsense. Better yet, she was wondering why he didn't have some nameless whore in his arms. Robert though, did have a wineskin in his hands. Cersei gave him a small smile, expecting him to ignore her, but he brought his hand down, caressing her cheeks down to her chin as he plopped down into the grand chair next to her. Cersei looked at him with wide eyes, slightly afraid to ask where he was.

"Before you ask, I was with Naruto." Robert replied. "The fool didn't even know how to joust, but he was so ready and sure of himself to do it anyway. He didn't even have a bloody lance!"

"Too excited." Cersei facepalmed slowly. "Well, my love, it seems that you didn't indulge in whores."

"I don't need them." Robert replied. "Especially if my Queen waits for me like this. Now, what did I miss?"

"Not much." Cersei replied. "Jory Cassel of Winterfell, unhorsed some no name-"

"Your Grace." Sansa interrupted. "With respect, that man was a Frey…he's a lord, a knight."

"You said he's a Frey?" Cersei looked at her with a look of disgust. "Even worse than a no name. Anyway, Jory then went against Ser Lothor Brune and after three tilts, I decided that Jory won, even if it was by a close shot."

"Tilt?" Robert asked with wide eyes. "You know jousting terms now. By the gods, I've seen it all."

"So far, nothing interesting has happened." Cersei said through clenched teeth. "Jaime is to go up for the next tilt. He's to be going up against this mysterious stag-helm."

"Any bets on who'll win?" Robert asked. "I'll take my chances with the stag-helm. Ser Jaime is overdone."

"I'll match your bet, Robert." Cersei replied with a smirk. "I think skill and experience will defeat luck."

"I guess we'll see."

Naruto rode up to the end of the barrier, his heart racing within his armor. His breath hitched at the thought of trying to unhorse his uncle, the knight the boy aspired to become. Naruto gripped his annoying Verawood lance, griping at the sheer unnecessary weight. His shield bore no sigil keeping his identity safe and free from the sight of the people and the other contestants. His lance though, sadly bore the colors of House Baratheon; hopefully no one would catch on yet or notice. Naruto watched his uncle come along, draped in the white cloak of the Kingsguard and the shining armor. The man lowered his visor over his face and nodded to the stag-helm.

Naruto watched his uncle knowing that he was great at hiding his movements and feigning attack. Naruto watched the knight unhorse countless other knights with relative ease. Both with a strange skill that kept his opponents falling for the same tricks. Naruto though wasn't about to let the man unhorse him. Naruto gripped the Verawood, specifically choosing it for his joust with Ser Jaime. He wanted to defeat him fast and soon. An immediate unhorsing was going to grant him unbelievable renown as the one to unhorse the Kingslayer after a single tilt. Naruto shook in excitement as the knight took his placement at the opposite end of the lists.

It was a resounding roar. Naruto and Jaime shot forward, dirt and mud flying in their wake as their horses took them ahead. Jaime was the first to bring his lance down, appearing lighter than Naruto's own. The stag-helm lowered his lance and aimed right for Jaime's shield arm, just as Jaime was doing for him. Naruto was going to feign him, just like Jaime was undoubtedly going to do. With the closing space and the seconds passing on, Naruto watched as his vision blurred and time flowed at a painfully slow pace. He could see his uncle getting ready for his strike, surprising the boy by the Lannister's sudden change of tactics. Naruto though wasn't about to let up. The boy shot his arm forward, digging the lance into Jaime's shoulder, shattering the tip of the Verawood lance.

The crowd gasped as Jaime fell back with a lightning pace, a shower of wood chips coming from his chest. Robert and Cersei looked on with wide eyes, never seeing such a move connect with Jaime before. People suddenly began to cheer for stag-helm, but the boy pulled on his reigns stopping his horse mid-length of the arena. He jumped off of his horse and jumped over the barrier, tossing away his helmet, revealing his blond locks and sweaty face. People's eyes were wide at what they saw. The prince was jousting?!

Naruto didn't care about what the people were whispering. He over did his attack and put too much power. Jaime writhed on the arena floor. Naruto cursed, pulling Jaime's arm over. Back at the stands, Robert and Cersei were completely awestruck by what was happening. Robert narrowed his eyes; something wasn't right. Cersei gave him a pleading look and the King himself jumped down for his Kingsguard knight. Barristan Selmy and a few other knights rushed over when they realized something was wrong with Jaime. Naruto was suddenly pushed away by Barristan Selmy. They looked over his body and quickly carried him to the medical tent, finding a large piece of wood embedded in his neck with another sticking out from his armpit. That hit sure did a number on the knight.

The boy's blue eyes watched with fear as the man was carried away. His body cold and his blood barely flowing. The fun in the joust took a dark turn, the joy and the excitement gone. The boy gritted his teeth as his breath began to hitch, finding it harder and harder to breathe. He clenched his fists, trying his best to fight back against the tears already stinging in his eyes. Everyone was staring at him though; he was the man that took down eighteen knights on his own; the man that not only unhorsed, but injured the Kingslayer. It was none other than their prince, Naruto. The smallfolk began to cheer, screaming out Naruto's name, praising him for his skill, completely forgetting that the Kingslayer was and is his uncle. The prince quickly ran off to the medical tent, needing to see if his uncle was to survive. Naruto could only hope that Jaime would live.

But just as he was about to enter the tent, his father pulled him back and began to drag him along. Naruto of course fought back against him, wanting to see his uncle. Robert didn't care and continued to drag him to somewhere the blond didn't care to see. But suddenly, Naruto was spun around on his heels and pressed against a post. Naruto was bloodshot, blabbering, speaking incoherently and Robert had enough of it. He glared at Naruto and picked up the boy's shield, slamming against the prince, getting Naruto's attention. The blond looked at Robert with a look of fear and surprise, clearly shell-shocked with what he'd done. Robert expected this, but smacked Naruto across the face, knocking the fear from Naruto's eyes.

"Get a hold of yourself, Boy!" Robert growled. "Your uncle Jaime has been through worse than this! He isn't going to die, but your chances of winning the joust surely will. Naruto, you have to continue, honor demands it."

"But, U-Uncle J-Jaime…h-he-" Naruto took a moment to take in slow deep breaths. "I-I might h-have-"

"Stop this!" Robert roared. "No future King shall be acting like a child so green he shits grass!"

"W-What…?!" Naruto's eyes widened. "What a-are you talking a-about?!"

"After everything you've been doing, after all that you've been able to fix; you have what it takes to become the next king." Robert told him straight. "This is simply a terrible jousting accident, Naruto! Things like this happen all the bloody time! To be a King, you will deal with things much worse; seven fucking kingdoms, boy, and this is nothing compared to the realm! So get your head on straight and give the people something to believe in; be the honorable, renowned King they want."

"But, it's just a joust!" Naruto replied. "It's not important-"

"Not important?!" Robert looked at Naruto and immediately burst into laughter. "You miss the point of such a thing! A joust is as much politics as being King is! Knights from all over will arrive to show their skill to other lords; to increase their political standing; that is the point of jousting and tourneys! Naruto, all these men have something in common; armor! But you are something else entirely!"

Naruto looked down dejectedly at the implications. He leaned his head against the trunk of the tree and let his arms hang lax.

"Boy, you have done more than what I couldn't have even dreamed to do at your age!" Robert clapped Naruto on his shoulder with a powerful pound. "You defeated eighteen seasoned knights and even defeated Thoros of Myr, who's never lost a melee! You jumped onto a horse and within seconds, defeated the Mountain! Of all the people, the Mountain! The smallfolk love you, the lady's adore you and the knights fear you! You have a gift, Naruto! Use it, perform for the people, show them what their future king can offer."

Naruto felt a small rejuvenation within him and immediately felt his arms shake in excitement. His father gave him a small smile and walked away, tossing the boy a different lance, not wanting to impale his next opponents. Naruto caught it, finding the lance to belong to Jaime. Naruto looked back to the tent, watching a small team of silent sisters trail into the tent with boxes and medical supplies. He took a deep breath, whispering a silent prayer to the mother. The boy sighed and ran along, calling Bran's name, bellowing above the noise of the smallfolk. Bran looked down at Naruto to see a new light in the blonds eyes. He rushed from his seat and even jumped off the podium to accompany Naruto.

Sansa took a deep breath to calm her raging nerves. Cersei was no different, the twin of Ser Jaime watched the interaction with a racing heart. Naruto hit too hard. He overestimated his opponent in every way possible. Cersei took a deep breath, placing a hand over her mouth to try and suppress her growing frown. But then, Naruto appeared, a new strong expression his face. Bran arrived next to him, Naruto's horse in tow. Naruto was handed his stag-helm and the boy quickly slid the helm over his head, bringing a powerful roar from the smallfolk.

"Now, for the remaining knights of this tourney, I have something to say." Robert spoke with a bellowing voice. "My son, the Prince, has been participating in secret. Should you come against him, treat him as you would any other opponent. No special treatment is to be given. Ha! Better yet, even give him a bloody challenge!"

Gods…Naruto took a deep breath. I don't need more challenges today.

Ser Andar Royce, of House Royce, heir of Lord Yohn Royce and Runestone. Filled with Andal blood and pride, he arrived dressed in heraldic mail with overbearing pauldrons covering more than just his shoulders. He bore the sigil of House Royce, black iron studs on a field of bronze bordered by runes. Coming from a family with a hallowed tradition of creating great warriors, Naruto knew that Ser Andar was going to be no different. And if his father's offer of letting knights go all out on him was any indication, these knights will do his father's bidding.

Great. Naruto thought. I have my work cut out for me.

At the lists, Naruto's visor remained up, revealing his face to Ser Andar. The two of them shared a look, as they passed by one another. Naruto sized him up, giving him a quick glare, receiving one as well. Once they reached their ends of the barrier, Naruto eyed his lance. Made of Verawood as well, Ser Andar wasn't going to take chances with Naruto. The honor of House Royce was on the line. Naruto was starting to see the bigger picture in all of this; from the small glances that Ser Andar was giving him to the whispers Lord Baelish was giving to Lord Renly and Lord Stark. Everything was a game, everything was a piece in a puzzle.

Naruto gripped his lance and locked eyes with the knight. Pulling his horse around the barrier, Naruto let loose his held breath taking off at the sound of the horn. Ser Andar Royce closed in, looking akin to a bronze blur. He could see the knight pull back his arm, bringing more to his couched lance, but Naruto was going to make sure that the man didn't connect. He was going to make sure that no one after him connects. He was going to give all of them the power and the pain of the seven hells combined!

"Come on! Let's go!"

Next chapter, we'll introduce someone who I find to be one of my favorite characters.

Ser Loras Tyrell, the Knight of Flowers

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