THE TOURNEY
AEGON
Aegon stands on the deck of the ship Bountiful with Ilyrio Mopatis. The Red Keep looms before them. His name is Ser Aeyon Mopatis, the name he will ride under until he can reveal himself. But first he must win the tourney, make a name for himself and win over the heart of Lady Margaery Tyrell. Then he must gain the trust and confidence of House Martell.
They disembark the ship and head for Mopatis' mansion in the city. After getting settled Aegon heads for Mopatis' solar, "Magister I would like to explore the city."
"I do not think that would be wise your grace."
"I do...and I'm going."
"Very well, but be careful."
Aegon had colored his hair black. He takes ten guards with him and carries a Valyrian steel sword. He heads to the market in search of a present for lady Margaery. He buys a diamond necklace in the shape of a rose, then he pays a bard to write a love poem and hires a man deliver them to the Tyrell mansion. As he is passing an ally Aegon notices a three headed Dragon, but the City Watch men are getting ready to paint over it.
"Excuse me good sirs, but who did that."
"One of the smallfolk who live in the city. The Masked Dragon gave the poor people food and clothes."
"And gold." Another man says.
"Yeah and gold. Fifty gold dragons."
"The Masked Dragon?" Aegon listens to all the stories about the Masked Dragon. Despite his rage he calmly walks back to Ilyrio's Mansion. He kicks Ilyrio's door down to the Solar.
"Your Grace?"
"Just when were you going to tell me about the Masked Dragon?"
He sighs, "I was trying to get more information before I told you."
"And how am I supposed to win the heart of the people, when they already have a heart for this Masked Dragon? Do you even know who he is?"
"I am meeting my friend Lord Varys later."
"I'm coming with you."
JON/JAEHAERYS
After getting settled in Jon meets with Richard Lonmouth. They meet in the catacombs beneath the palace "Are my men in place?"
"Yes, My King. You should know that the fat magister is here with the false Dragon. He is entered in all the tourney contests."
"And he will lose."
"He sent a gift to Lady Margaery, as a secret admirer. We intercepted it."
"Good man."
"I live to serve House Targaryen."
"After the Tyrells leave their mansion for the feast, have a man slip this letter into Lady Margaery's bedroom." Jon uses ice to teleport back to his room. He takes his wolf Ghost for a hunt in the King's Wood. Then later he dresses for the feast. Jon wears the colors of his mother's house and escorts Arya to the feast. As they are seated Jon notices Melisandre and her guards with Stannis. There is eating, drinking, dancing, and talking.
The next day people of noble and common birth gather for the archery contest. There are five hundred archers shooting for the prize of ten thousand gold Dragons. "My Lords and Ladies, good people of the realm...It is my honor to welcome you all to the Tourney of King's Landing in honor of the betrothal to Crown Prince Tommen and Lady Sansa Stark of Winterfell..."
The people cheer, "Long live King Robert!" The commoners do not repeat the phrase. The only ones who do are people of House Stark, Baratheon, the Vale, and the Riverlands.
Jon smiles at that as he stands next to his sister Arya who is old enough for the archery contest. "Good luck little wolf."
She smirks, "Good luck big wolf."
"Loose!" The Master Archer commands. Out of the five hundred archers all but nine hit the bullseye at fifty paces. They move the targets another ten. "Loose!" Everyone hits the bullseye and it is moved another ten paces. At eighty paces the number goes from four hundred and ninety-one to three hundred and twelve.
At a hundred and ten paces the field is down to thirty-seven. Both Jon and Arya are still in it. So are Aeyon, Dickon Tarly, Richard Lonmouth disguised as a Knight named Ser Long, Serella Sand of Dorne, Theon Greyjoy, One of the Red Priest Guards named Kyson, and Ser Damon Veers of the Vale, to name a few.
The next round drops the number to Jon, Arya, Aeyon, Dickon, Kyson, Serella, and Theon Greyjoy. "That prize money is mine so you all can just bow out gracefully."
"We shall see." Arya replies.
They shoot at their targets which are now one hundred and twenty paces away. They must angle their bows and watch the wind for an accurate bullseye. "Loose!" The arrows fly Dickon, Kyson, and Serella miss the bullseye. That leaves Jon, Arya, Aeyon, and Theon. The targets are moved to a hundred and thirty paces. "Loose!" The Archer Master yells again. Jon smiles as he, Arya, and Aeyon are left. They shoot again and Aeyon hits the edge of the bullseye.
"Fuck!" He yells walking off.
Now he has a shootout with Arya and they keep going until the target is one hundred and fifty feet. She shoots first and hits the bullseye. Then Jon draws the arrow, angles it, watches the wind and looses the arrow. He splits Arya's arrow.
"We have a draw!" The herald announces to the cheers of the crowd Jon grabs Arya in a hug and kisses her forehead.
AEYON
"Fuck!" He says again frustrated, "I should have won that!"
"Calm down My King...You still have the sword and the Joust." Mopatis says.
"Find out who is in the sword contest." Later they go to the feast. Aeyon walks over to Margaery and bows, "My Lady may I have this dance."
"Very well."
"Did you get my gift and poem?" He hopefully asks.
She frowns, "I'm sorry I don't know what you are talking about."
"I bought you a diamond necklace and wrote you a poem."
"I am sorry I did not get anything."
When the music stops he bows, "I am sorry my Lady...I will get to the bottom of this and if I must give you another gift."
SANDOR
Sandor was shocked by the outcome of the archery contest. He thought it would Dickon Tarly or Serella Sand. But it was a draw between the two Starks. He had lost fifty gold Dragons betting on the archery contest. The next day he heads to fields for the sword matches. The first half will be one on one matches, then the winners will take part in the free for all.
"My Lords and Ladies, good people of the realm. Welcome to sword contest of the tourney. Our first fighters are Ser Garlan Tyrell, the Thorn of High Garden." The people cheer for Garlan as he is armed with two swords. "He shall face Ser Waldyn Frey of the Twins.
Sandor had bet fifty gold Dragons on Garlan Tyrell. It wasn't much of a fight as Garlan decimated Waldyn five hits to none and made him yield. Waldyn blocked with his shield, but forgot that Garlan had two swords. He struck him on his right shoulder with the left sword, disarmed Waldyn in the next move, struck him on the leg. Then hit him on the head twice, once in the ribs and that last hit was on the knee.
The next match was between Lord Randyl Tarly and Victarion Greyjoy. The fight was a test of strength, vs speed. Victarion is armed with a huge war axe and Tarly with a long sword. On and on it went, the first hit went to Randyl and so did the second. In aggravation the giant that is Victarion Greyjoy throws his axe down and draws his great sword. Victarion shocks the crowd and gets the next hit. Randyl a third, the score is now three to one in Randyl Tarly's favor.
People are cheering more for Randyl than Victarion, but when Victarion scores the next point. King Robert stands up. The crowd makes a unified gasp as Victarion scores his third hit. The two men back away from each other and tip their swords in respect. They circle one another, then Victarion charges. His speed with the broad sword seems to have increased. He makes another hit, but Randyl had sacrificed his body and hits Victarion at the same time.
As Randyl tries to spin away Victarion reaches his arm out grabbing Randyl by the collar of his armour and whacks him across the head. Randyl Tarly goes down to one knee and the fight is over. The two men shake hands and as Victarion is leaving the arena he looks at Sandor who nods. Eight more matches happen two of the victories are a shock. Then Sandor's name is called.
"Lord Sandor Clegane of Clegane's Keep. He shall face Lord Symun Fassoway of Cider Hall."
Sandor is armed with a broad sword, while Fassoway a sword and shield. "A Taste of Glory!" Fassoway yells saying his House words. Sandor takes a defensive stance with a two, handed grip. The most gifted fighters know how to use their shield defensively and offensively, this is not the case with Symun. Sandor studies his moves and tests his speed. He even leaves a few openings for the Knight.
Some of the openings he goes for, but majority he does not. Seeing all he needed to see Sandor changes grips holding his sword with one hand and goes on the attack. He shocks Symun with his speed and the increased strength of his attacks. Sandor hits the shield so hard that Symun drops it and falls to one knee yielding.
"Well fought Lord Clegane."
"I thank you Ser Fassoway." He replies offering his hand to help him up. Sandor had been working very hard over the years to redeem his family's name.
"I wish you good fortune in the rest of the tournament."
AEYON
Aeyon is the last name called for the day. The matches will continue on tomorrow at sunrise. "And he shall face, Ser Lyn Cobray of Heart's Home." Aeyon smiles as Lyn Cobray is a legendary swordsman from the Vale. People had hoped that he and Ser Jaime would face off, but as fate would have it Aeyon drew Cobray.
"Begin!" The herald commands.
Cobray is armed with a long sword, while Aeyon is armed with two swords. He initiates combat with a high low spin attack. His right sword is aimed high and his left his aimed low. Cobray easily blocks the attacks and tries to counter, but Aeyon beats him to it with a reverse blade attack. At the last minute he twists his sword around and strikes Cobray on the arm, gaining the first point.
Cobray backs away to reset, but Aeyon rushes him and with a strike to the shoulder gains his second point. Cobray screams in aggravation and performs a crane kick, holding his sword off to the side. When Aeyon leans away he swings his sword catching Aeyon in the head. Mopatis stands up from his seat as Aeyon throws his right sword. Cobray has to dodge the sword allowing Aeyon to get his bearings.
He decides to fight Cobray left-handed, but Cobray smiles at him and switches to his left hand. Their fight earns cheers from the crowd as Cobray earns the next point. It is a test of skill speed, feints, strength, endurance, and patience. They earn points back and forth they go, until the score is tied at four to four.
Aeyon allows Cobray to disarm, but he grabs his sword hand, pulls Cobray down, raising his feet to flip him over. He takes his sword and places it to his neck, "Do you yield?"
He smiles and nods, "I yield Ser Aeyon."
Aeyon bows and waves to the cheers he receives and makes his way to his tent with his Squire. He removes his armor, bathes, and gets dressed, then he makes his way to Lady Margaery's house with his gift. "I am Ser Aeyon Mopatis with a gift for Lady Margaery Tyrell." He says to the guard. A few minutes later Aeyon is taken to a solar where Lady Olenna Tyrell is waiting.
"Welcome young man please be seated."
"You must be the Queen of Thorns. I was told about you."
"Were you?"
"Yes...I...I was hoping to meet and court your granddaughter."
"To what end?"
"My real name is Aegon Targaryen, the son of Prince Rhaegar and Princess Elia Targaryen...And I have to come to take my family throne."
"I see and what of the Masked Dragon?" She takes a drink, "What about Viserys Targaryen King of Volantis and Lys and his sister Daenarys Targaryen Queen of Qarth and New Ghis?"
"I have a Dragon as well. And when the tourney is over I will make myself known."
"Are you working with the Masked Dragon?"
"No, but when he sees my Dragon...He will bend the knee."
"If that happens you may count House Tyrell as an ally."
"It will happen."
"Until it happens I wish you good fortune in the Tourney."
JAIME
Jaime was never much of an archer, but his sword skills and jousting skills above par. He is in the tent with Ser Barristan looking over who is left to fight. "I hope I draw Yohn Royce or Ser Vardis Egen of the Vale."
Ser Barristan smiles, "I hope I draw you or Prince Oberyn or maybe Jon Stark."
Jaime looks at him, "You think Stark will make it far?"
"He will win the whole thing."
Jaime smiles and looks away as his squire helps him into his armor. He had seen Jon Stark by the training area swinging a large broad sword at a dummy and while the young man was hacking away at the dummy, Jaime could tell he was just building up his strength. The boy had a perfect stance with a two-handed grip. "I hope I face him as well."
Ser Vardis is up first and he draws Lord Yohn Royce. Royce wins five points to four a match almost as epic as Aeyon and Cobray. Ser Jaime is called next and draws Lady Nym to his shock. "The Kingslayer...I shall enjoy this." The Dornish bastard says with her rich accent.
She is armed with a whip and a curved sword. "We are about to fight, not have sex."
She laughs as the herald cries, "BEGIN!"
She uncoils her whip and flicks it. Jaime purposefully places his sword in, its path and it wraps around her blade. Then he yanks her whip away and tosses it from the arena. She takes a two handed defensive stance as she twirls her sword from side to side stalking him. They fight, Jaime has strength over her, but they are evenly matched when it comes to speed.
He shoulders her and she hits her back. He goes for a strike, but she wraps her legs up in his and whacks him across the back getting the first point. She raises her legs and leaps to her feet. Then she waits for Jaime to get to his feet. He smiles at her and attacks. After she blocks six attacks, Jaime strikes her on the hip. Then he spins around her and slaps her on the butt with the flat of his sword.
Outraged she goes into a blind rage attacking recklessly. Jaime stays on the defensive looking for an opening and when he sees it, Jaime strikes her on the right arm. The match ends five points to two. "Well fought Lady Nym." Jaime says offering his hand. "You are good and you could be better, if you stopped allowing your emotions to control you.
She stares at him, but eventually she smiles and shakes his hand. "Well fought Ser Jaime."
JON/JAEHARYS
He looks at who is left and there are many worthy qualified fighters, like Strong Belwas, Aeyon, Ser Aurane Velaryon, Prince Oberyn, Ser Jorah, Ser Daemon Sand, Thoros of Myr and the Red Guard Priests of R'llor. "May I present the co-champion of the Archery contest, the White Wolf, Ser Jon Stark!" Jon waves as he enters the arena. "He shall face Ser Daemon Sand of Dorne."
Jon is armed with two swords, while Daemon is armed with a spear, as he had learned from Prince Oberyn. Jon attacks first ducking a wide swing. He comes up behind Daemon aiming for his hip. Daemon blocks, but forgets the other sword and is knocked unconscious. The crowd gasps, Robert, the royal family, the Starks and most nobles stand up in awe of the quick win.
Before leaving Jon helps the arena servants carry Daemon from the arena to the Maester's tent where he could recover. A few seconds after they lay him down, Prince Doran and Oberyn enter the tent with a few of the Sand Snakes. "My Princes."
"Ser Jon."
"Even my father can't move that fast Ser Jon. I look forward to facing you in the melee." Obara says.
He smiles, "You honor me My Lady...I wish you well in the fights to come." The day ends with a match between Ser Barristan and Ser Jorah. Ser Barristan makes him yield after an intense sixteen, minute fight. The people retire to rest for the melee and open round jousts tomorrow.
OLENNA TYRELL
She sits in her tent with her son, grandsons, and granddaughter. "I want you all to give me your opinion. Who do you think the Masked Dragon is?"
Garlan speaks first as he is the best sword in House Tyrell, "As a swordsman...I would say it's Jon Stark. He is on a whole different level when it comes to sword skills
"What about Aurane Velaryon?" Loras says.
"That would be too obvious." Willas says, "Besides he did not participate in the archery contest."
"Willas has a point. The Masked Dragon said he would participate in all the contests." Margaery says.
"Then we are agreed. Its Jon Stark."
"But mother he's a bastard." Mace says offended.
"Think Mace...Prince Rhaegar was accused of kidnapping Lyanna Stark. I met Rhaegar long ago, he didn't strike me as the type to force himself on any woman...What if they were in love and had a son...Lord Eddard Stark claims Jon Stark is his son. But what if he lied, to protect his sister's son."
"I say we wait until the joust is over." Garlan says.
After breaking their fast Olenna goes to the tourney ground arena for the melee. People come from all over to watch the melee. Soon the herald comes up to announce the melee. "My Lords and Ladies, good people of the realm...I give you the free for all melee." The people cheer, "May I present representing the crown, Ser Barristan Selmy the Bold and Ser Jaime Lannister of the West. Representing the Crownlands...Ser Aurane Velaryon of Driftmark..."
He calls the combatants by their regions. Next is the Stormlands, then the Stepstones, The West, the North, the Vale, the Riverlands, The Reach, Dorne, and the Iron Islands. There are even four men and two women of the Free Folk. "Begin!"
AEYON
Strong Belwas and two Unsullied guards are fighting together. Though Aeyon feels that he doesn't need them. They attack the men from the Riverlands. Aeyon is armed with two swords. He is fighting Brynden Blackwood and Jason Mallister. He manages to strike Jason on the head and he is removed from the arena.
The clang of swords on swords, shields, on daggers and weapons of all kinds, echo across the field driving the onlookers into a frenzy. Aeyon makes Jason leave the arena by yield. He is joined by Strong Belwas and they decide to go against Ser Barristan the Bold. Barristan is joined by Jaime and the fight begins.
As they fight Aeyon get's separated from Belwas in his fight with Ser Jaime Lannister. Jaime is truly a gifted fighter, but Aeyon has him beat in speed. Eventually he disarms Jaime and forces him to yield. When Aeyon looks across the field, He watches as Belwas has to leave the arena. One of the Unsullied lost to Jon Stark and the other Thoros of Myr.
"Come knee-bender!"
Aeyon sneers as a Wildling savage dare challenge him. The man is tall with red hair and carries a broad sword. "I'd have your name savage."
"Savage! You face Tommen Giant's Bane!"
JON
Jon takes down the Unsullied and is confronted by Obara and Sarella Sand. "Ladies."
"We came to avenge Daemon Sand." Obara says.
"Don't allow your emotions to cloud your judgement." He replies sizing the two of them up. It is obvious that Obara is the more dangerous of the two. He defends himself from Obara and focuses on taking Sarella out of the fight. In an awesome display of swordsmanship, he keeps Sarella to his front and Obara off to the side, spinning in between with just a glance to guess where their weapon would strike him from.
It is speed that allows Jon to take Sarella out with a strong whack to the head. Now he can focus on Obara alone. Seeing her sister knocked unconscious and carried away enrages Obara. She gets reckless in her attacks and Jon is able to get five points to two and win the day against her. As time passes, the field thins up. Some people take the chance to rest and regain their strength.
Jon, Aeyon, and Ser Barristan, rest and watch as Brienne of Tarth fights Sandor Clegane who had beaten Victarion Greyjoy. Brienne has speed over Clegane and is able to defeat him. The arena is cleared of dropped and broken weapons. Meanwhile the four-remaining combatants are allowed to rest. Aeyon points his sword at Brienne, while Jon points his sword at the Bold.
Jon stabs his left sword into the ground to attack Ser Barristan, who switches sword hands to fight with his left. Jon smiles and switches sword hands as well. Brienne and Aeyon had already started their fight. Jon rushes the bold with quick attacks and combos, that are blocked and parried by the older fighter. Jon leans away, spins around, but his attack is blocked by Ser Barristan
The older man is breathing heavy, "Your father was never this good."
Jon smiles, "I don't know you have taken some of my best moves, but I think now is the time to unleash the Dragon."
"Have mercy on an old man my King."
Jon adds punches and kicks to his repartee and Barristan does the same. He lands a punch to the jaw hard to shake Barristan up, but not injure him. Jon had been trying to go for an all-out win, which Barristan used to gain two points on him. He drops to one knee and spins around using his sword to sweep Ser Barristan's leg. He hits his back and looks up to a sword in his face.
"Do you yield?"
"Yes, I yield. The day is yours."
Jon helps him up and walks him off the field." Brienne and Aeyon are still fighting. Jon smiles and looks at the Herald. He holds up four fingers for Aeyon and three for Brienne. As Jon collects his second sword Brienne gains a fourth point with a hit to the shoulder. Aeyon backs away and resets a mistake on Brienne's part for allowing him to do so.
The match ends after Aeyon drops one sword as a distraction and strikes Brienne on the hip. Jon and Aeyon are allowed a moment to rest before their match starts. "My Lords and Ladies...I give you Ser Jon Stark the White Wolf of Winterfell and Ser Aeyon Mopatis of Pentos."
Aeyon is now armed with a shield and sword, Jon is armed with his usual two swords. "You're a good swordsman Ser White Wolf, but I'm afraid you have met your match."
"We shall see."
Jon attacks with an overhanded right sword attack. Aeyon blocks with his shield and swings his sword. His attack is blocked by the left sword. When it comes to speed the two are evenly matched. Like a good swordsman, Aeyon uses his shield offensively and defensively. He spins into Jon with his shield knocking Jon sideways and gaining the first point with a hit to his hip.
Jon swings his leg out and catches Aeyon on the knee with the heel of his boot. He straightens himself and thrusts with his right. He catches the shield in between the strap and Aeyon's arm. He twists the sword breaking the strap and sidekicks Aeyon. As the shield falls Jon hits him on the upper arm gaining his first point.
Then he spin attacks Aeyon with his left aimed high and his right low. Aeyon ducks the high attack, blocks the low with his arm bracer and thrusts forward catching Jon in the gut. But Jon raises his leg and kicks Aeyon in the face, as he stumbles backwards Jon leans forward bending his rigth leg and swings his left sword. He catches him on the knee and then on the stomach.
The score is now three to two in Jon's favor. The two men reset and attack each other again. They lock swords after a series of combos and strikes. Jon is the stronger of the two. He withdraws his right sword and aims for Aeyon's head. Aeyon ducks and blocks the left sword and strikes Jon in the ribes. Jon headbutts him and spins into Aeyon whacking him in the head.
As Aeyon stumbles Jon backs allowing him to reset. The blow Aeyon receives causes Mopatis to stand up. The score is tied, "Are you ready Ser Aeyon?"
"I am. You are truly worthy of the title Knight." The fight ends with Jon disamring Aeyon and placing his sword to his neck. When he refuses to say I yield, Jon taps him in the shoulder and wins the melee.
MOPATIS
When Mopatis arrives at the tent Aeyon is sitting alone in his tent. He had come so close, "How can I lose to him? Am I not the son of the Dragon?"
"You are the son of the Dragon. My King...You hatched three Dragon eggs."
"So Viserys and Daenarys have Dragons." Aeyon stands up, "I grow tired of all this...We should leave, meet the fleet and prepare for the invasion."
"If that is your wish my King." He agrees with his mouth, but in his mind, Mopatis thinks it's a bad idea. Though a sneak attack would send waves and draw lines, but there still was the Masked Dragon to consider. An unknown that could unravel everything. The tents are taken down by the servants and Mopatis makes his way to his ship with Aeyon. They set sail immediately.
MARGAERY
Jon Stark had won the archery contest or tied with his sister, now he had won the melee contest, she considered the strong possibility that Jon Stark is the Masked Dragon Jaehaerys Targaryen. The Masked Dragon had promised to win it all and name her the Queen of love and beauty. Her heart races and pounds in her chest. She finds him to be very handsome, with his shoulder length hair and rugged Northern looks.
The nobles and commoners break for midday meal then the Jousts would start. Her brothers Willas and Loras are on the lists for the Joust. Her brother had been training since the Masked Dragon healed his leg. She had watched him practice on targets, rings, and against other riders, Loras included. Willas had unhorsed his brother and many others; he trained against in one lance, when he was back to his level of skill before the accident.
"What do think Grandmother? Is Jon Stark the one?" She asks as they sit at midday meal in the family pavilion tent.
"I wait to see how he performs in the joust, but yes sweetling. I am leaning towards him as the one."
Two hours later the nobles and smallfolk gather for the joust. The herald gets the nod from the King, "My lords and ladies, good people of the realm...Welcome to the joust, in honor of crown Prince Tommen and Lady Sansa Stark of Winterfell." The people cheer as the first two knights take their place. "Our first joust shall be between Ser Harold Hardying of the Vale and Ser Brynden the Blackfish of Riverrun."
The flag is dropped and the people cheer as the two men make their run. Ser Hardying is unhorsed in one lance.
JOFFREY
For weeks Joffrey had sulked about his father stripping him of the crown, but he decided to prove that he was worthy to be king after his father and paid the herald to put his name on the lists. One of the guards acted as his Squire, "The Lannisters always pay their debts." He said to the man and he agreed. Joffrey watches from the side as the next riders take their places.
It is Lord Aurane Valeryon against Ser Lyle Crakehall. Aurane beats him five lances to three. Sandor Clegane rides next against Ser Hugh of the Vale unhorsing him in one lance. Joffrey mounts his horse and rides to the post. "Prince Joffrey of House Baratheon." He looks to the King's pavilion and watches as his mother stands up. He raises his lance to his father as his mother begs him to stop the match.
"He shall ride against Dickon Tarly of Hornhill." The flag drops and Joffrey kicks his horse into a gallop. He aims his lance for Dickon's chest. Dickon strikes him on the shoulder, but Joffrey hist him in the chest. He waits as his Squire rides to the other end and draws another lance from Joffrey's lance holder. He flexes his shoulder as the man runs up to drop the flag again. This time he aims for Dickon's shoulder and hits him.
In the third tilt Joffrey is hit in the head, he is dazed, but stays his horse. "Are you alright my Prince?" The guard asks.
"I'm fine...Lance!" He is handed another and rides, aiming for his chest again. This time Joffrey leans into the lance and unhorses Dickon Tarly. The crowd cheers as he shows off on his horse, making it prance and dance for the crowd. Back at his tent the Maester examines him.
"Joffrey! What the hell are you thinking?" His mother says entering the tent. His Uncle Jaime is with him.
"Leave him alone Cersei...You rode well nephew."
"Thank you, Uncle."
"He is fine your grace."
"I want you to drop out now."
He frowns, "No...I am going to joust and I am going to win."
"Win! Win! The Bold is riding in this thing. So is your uncle Jaime and so is Sandor Clegane. Prince Oberyn!"
"Cersei enough!"
JON
Jon was surprised to see Joffrey in the joust. He rode well, his skills were average and he performed well. "The White Wolf, Ser Jon Stark of Winterfell..." Jon rides his horse out to cheers. "He will face Ser Horrace Redwyne of the Arbor."
Jon focuses on his head and kicks his horse into a gallop after the flag is dropped. Jon is struck in the shoulder and he hits Horrace in the head unhorsing him. The people cheer and he rides back to make sure Horrace is alright. Jon misses the next match between Balon Swann and Jory Cassel. Balon wins five lances to four.
He returns in time to see Lothar Brune unhorse Meryn Trant after four lances to none. The last match of the day. The people retire to their tents on the tourney grounds. Jon meets with Richard Lonmouth in his tent. "Long."
"My Lord...I thought you may want to know that Aeyon and the Magister have left King's Landing."
"I know...Gone to meet the Golden Company for the invasion."
After meeting with Long Jon heads to the King's pavilion to dine. "Jon Stark...If you win the joust who will crown?" Cersei asks.
He smiles, "Someone who deserves it."
"Don't forget you are a bastard. At the most you can crown Lady Sansa."
"I know who I am your Grace."
"You are a great warrior Jon Stark. The way you moved in the melee." Robert says, "Your father bested the Sword of the Morning...Perhaps the two of you can put on a private sword exhibition for me."
"I would be honored your grace."
After the dinner Jon goes to bed and is up and sunrise for days jousts. He eats a light meal and heads to the jousting area. "Ser Jaime Lannister and Lord Beric Dondarrion." The herald announces. Jaime defeats Beric five lances to two. By high noon all the first-round matches are over. It is time for the second-round jousts. Prince Oberyn faces Thoros of Myr and unhorses him after three lances. Willas Tyrell faces Prince Joffrey Baratheon. Joffrey is unhorsed in two lances.
Three more matches are called before Jon is called again to face Ser Jorah Mormont. They raise their lances to each other and charge the field after the flag is dropped. Jon breaks his lance on Ser Jorah's head, but Jorah's lance glances off Jon's chest as he leans to the side. Dazed Jorah stays on his horse. They ride again and Jon unhorses him with a hit to the head again.
The people cheer as Ser Barristan Selmy faces off against Loras Tyrell. He unhorses Loras in two lances. The last match of the day is Sandor Clegane against Yohn Royce. Sandor wins five lances to four. The next day the semi-finals. Jon is up first and faces off against Willas Tyrell. He unhorses the heir of High Garden in two lances.
"Ser Jaime Lannister and Ser Barristan the Bold." The herald announces. Lance after lance is broken, with neither man faltering. In the end their joust must be settled by sword. Jaime wins five points to four. Aurane Valeryon unhorses Sandor Clegane in three lances. The finals will be Jon Stark, Aurane Valeryon, Jaime Lannister, Prince Oberyn, Aron Santagar, Jason Mallister, Arys Oakheart, and Ser Ronald Long.
Jon faces off against Prince Oberyn and defeats him five lances to four. The winners are Jaime Lannister, Aurane Valeryon, and Ser Ronald Long AKA Richard Lonmouth. Jon faces Aurane and beats him five lances to four. Jaime unhorses Ronald Long after four lances. "For the final joust of the tourney...I give you the White Wolf, Jon Stark and Ser Jaime Lannister of the King's guard."
Jon bests Jaime five lances to four and wins the tourney tying for archery and winning the sword and joust. He trots his horse over to the stand where the crown of flowers sits on the pillar. He uses his lance to pick up the flowers, then he rides over to where the Tyrells are sitting and places the flowers in the lap of Lady Margaery Tyrell. He winks at her and rides off.
MELISANDRE
Melisandre meets with her guards and Stannis, "I am sure the Masked Dragon is Jon Stark."
"Are you sure my lady?"
"Of course, I am...Look at what he has done. And giving the Tyrell girl the crown of flowers."
"Born of fire and ice." Stannis says, "They say Rhaegar kidnapped Lyanna Stark. I never truly believed that story."
"What do we now my lady?"
"We take him after the feast. Then you Lord Stannis can reveal the Queen's secret."