We play people's games

by fvdv123

Old guy's brother went through 4 Potter-verses and ended up in Westeros for his next level. This can be read as a stand-alone if you accept the Skills he brought along. His previous levels were done in: The games people play. As always Cringe and Crack are included. The bloody Game is still in Extreme Hard Mode. Insert/Multi

2. Chapter 2

Disclaimer:

Mrs. J.K., I hope you can get used to the presence of Mr. Martin, he is an OK guy with the habit of killing off all my most favorite characters. I was surprised Arya survived. I am drifting here. You all, me nothing.

Previous:

My personal prestige went up when it came out I was the composer of the Iron Born songs, they were almost as popular as the Raines of Castalamere. I performed them in the dining hall during the evening meal. There were even a few songs about the First Men and their Magic slipped in.

Fuck my prestige! They began to sheer: Eyeball! Eyeball! Then that fucking Game, after being silent for almost two years came to life.

New Title: Eyeball Harold.

Son of a bitch!

2 War is coming

The Maester of Winterfell was not happy, he was barred from the meetings, stating it was sensitive Northern business. That and the fact that Eyeball is gaining fame with his songs and fighting skills. It was hard to track him down, he was moving all over the place talking to nobles and small folks alike.

Xxxxx

That idiot Maester is trying to kill me with poison, didn't he hear from his colleagues that it doesn't work? To thank him for the effort, I donated a nice Curse to him that will send him to his grave within the year. Merlin knows how many kids he killed here.

Currently, I am humbly showing my Archery Skills… Nah, I am showboating it, at the moment I am humiliating a snotty girl that thinks she invented the bow. Every arrow she put in the target, I planted one right next to it. Even when she deliberately missed.

Why do you say? She snubbed at the pointers I gave, saying she didn't need advice from a little kid. Finally, I said: "What do you think o mighty Lady? Is your head so far up in the clouds that you don't see us, little folks, anymore? I was just pointing something out, a wise one would at least try it out before discarding it." My last arrow split hers like in the Robin Hood movies.

She turned to me and shouted: "Alright! You made your point already! I am sorry for talking down at you." She sighed: "I will try your pointers out squire Eyeball." My eyes twitched with that fucking nickname.

The girl saw it and took advantage: "Aww, you don't like your moniker Mr. Eyeball? It is a token of respect people give you to acknowledge your skills. Eyeball Harold is a good choice, you just proved it, you have the Eyeballs to perfect your archery. It is all thanks to those Eyeballs you have this fame. So embrace your name Eyeball Harold, you will be hearing it a lot."

Girls are bitches when they take revenge. I took the loss, bowed to her, and said: "My Lady, I deserved that. I am sorry for my harsh words and actions. I did not like to be called a little kid, but even I have to admit I am one. Now, if you change your stance just a little bit like that…."

We practiced for an hour longer, the snobby girl is Lyanna Stark, the future cause of war. She became quite friendly when she noticed my advice helped. She is a pretty one too.

When we parted, I whispered: "My Lady, head my advice, write to your brother Eddard that you don't want to marry a drunken whoremonger. I heard he is good friends with the Baratheon Heir, one that has already a bastard child on the world and is a frequent visitor of pleasure houses. Let your brother know how you feel about it before he offers an alliance by marriage." Lyanna looked shocked at me: "He wouldn't dare!" I shrugged: "Politics are the bane of High born Girls my Lady. Preventing it is the only thing you can try." With that, I poked the fire.

That evening Master Grev said: "Harold, you got yourself in trouble, and you got yourself out of it. Lord Stark was watching you both and was ready to give you a trashing. You saved the day with the improvements Lady Lyanna made in Archery and attitude. Be more careful who you offend my boy, some fights are not worth fighting for." I bowed and apologized for embarrassing him before his liege Lord. After all, it was a little kid that was humiliating someone way above his station. Another lesson learned.

I made up with it by singing songs at dinner, some love songs from my world passed by. Hah, I had enough songs in my head to embarrass Harp Boy on the Tournament.

I warded the storehouses of the Castle and city against the usual critters. It is not much, but it will save lives, by preventing contaminating food.

Xxxxx

Back in Deepwood Motte, Lord Glover gave each of the squires a new sword. He said: "You three made us proud. Defeating the Winterfell guards in a spar is no small achievement. Doing it repeatedly is a big achievement. Harold, I will notify your father of this. You two boys were fortunate your Lords witnessed your actions and will surely tell your parents of it."

I hope we don't get a nickname like The Threesome, or I am going to cry. The squire from Lord Glover was from House Karstark, the one from the Heir Glover was from house Umber. We became good friends.

Xxxxx

That night I spent with Betsy and Benny, a twenty-minute visit is not enough for either of us. We celebrated by visiting a passing Iron Born ship. It was loaded with loot and salt wives. Someone dared to raid our lands after they lost so many ships?

Benny landed on the… I suck with those naval expressions, Benny landed at the front side, Betsy at the back, I landed in the middle with my fancy armor on. The killing took a half-hour, Betsy and Benny had trained themselves to pinpoint fire bursts and were enjoying the shooting contest. A man with fancy armor yelled: "You insulted House Greyjoy! Prepare to die!" That was a dramatic speech, I locked his body with Telekinesis and poked his eye out. I stuck my sword a bit too far, it came out the other side and damaged the helmet.

The victims of B&B all jumped in the water to get rid of the flames, wearing armor at sea is not very smart, they sunk like bricks. When the last one was done I scanned the females' thoughts.

Hah! There was one Iron bitch among them, I tapped on her shoulder and asked: "What do you think? Are they dead? They say they can never die, did they ever live? Maybe they are right, living as parasites, is not living at all. They were dead after all. Now, chose Lady Greyjoy, are you dead or alive? I know some families that want to thank you for murdering and raping their wives and daughters. You would make a mighty fine salt whore."

Shaking, she stood up and wanted to jump overboard. I tagged her just in case and bound her with ropes. We looked at our price, this is too big for my parents to swallow, I liberated the women and put them to work, guiding them to my parent's keep with a message to bring the ship to Deepwood Motte.

I erased the memories of B&B and replaced them with men wielding fire swords. Let's blame those fire priests for it.

Xxxxx

The arrival of the Iron ship with the salt wives from the North made everyone furious. It proved that they continued to raid our coasts. When the name Euron Greyjoy was mentioned, a son of the current Warden, they were outraged. Dad brought Euron's body, along with his Concubine. I did erase the memory of B&B and put a compulsion on her to speak the truth.

It gave the Iron Born a black eye. Even the king could not ignore me anymore and ordered them to pay a heavy fine to the Starks.

Dad became famous, Lucky Porther was raking the profits in. I could not help to compose a song about the living dead… that could not swim. It became a hit within a week.

Though the new Measter managed to kill a kid in our absence. Those stairs became slippery all of a sudden. A compulsion charm and some nudges from me sat him back on the ship to Old Town for insulting our Lord, one of the First Men.

The Measter left with a tracking charm, it is a good way to locate your Teleport destination.

Xxxxx

The Citadel didn't send Maesters that are ordered to kill magical's. All over the North, Maesters were exposed for killing children of the First Men, when their quarters were searched they found plenty of evidence. That put the Andals in a bad light.

My next question to Master Grev was a good one: "Master Grev, don't you think we are being imprisoned? The Iron Born are raiding our coasts in the west, and the pirates on the Stepsisters are controlling the east. The south has the natural barrier of swamps. So we are prisoners in our own country. There are no efforts taken to remove those pirates or to punish the Iron Born, so they prevent trading by sea. Is it to cripple the First Men so the Seven can convert the leftovers?"

That day many couriers left the keep. They didn't trust the ravens anymore.

Poor Master Grev, I shook his belief in the nation with my next remark: "Master Grev, If the Maesters have no trouble to kill our magical children… don't the Targaryen have magic too? Can it explain the diminishing of the dragons and the troubles the royal family is having? I guess there are poisons that drive people mad. The Maesters did serve the kings from day one, so gradually increasing misfortune on the royal family should be easy. After all, the Maesters are mostly all Andals from the Seven."

By now, half of Lord Glover's forces are on the road as messengers.

Xxxxx

I had fun with Betsy and Benny in my Zombie Dungeon, I even unlocked the Goblin Dungeon. We used the next months to prepare for the tournament, There was an undercurrent in the North that looked at every event with critical eyes. Rikard Stark even sent an emissary to the king for a private talk. The poor sod did not survive the trip. That fired the suspicion up even more.

Master Grev finally found a horse that could stand me. Maybe it helped that I healed the gelding up, accidentally returning his balls, and parking him next to a mare in heat. That horse released a lot of pent-up frustrations. We became buddies after that… I miss the girls. Shagging the maids did not even cross my mind. Yeah, personal hygiene is not high on the list of priorities in this country.

Where was I… Horse… I called him Dinar if he behaves, and Dinner when he annoys me. He behaved after his shag. I spend a few months learning to poke a stick at another person on a horse.

When I got the Skill, it became easy. Soon nobody wanted to train with me anymore. They stopped when I was training to push bags of rocks from a wall. Maybe I overdid it when those bags flew ten yards away. I even trained on the hunts, I decided to embrace my nickname and killed every animal with a shot in the eye. I know! Low profile sucks anyway.

Xxxxx

One Night, I Teleported to the tagged Maester, he got an extra sleeping spell. I left his room, Luck was with me, he had a room in the citadel. With my invisibility spell up, I left the Hallows for Rose, I searched for the Library. After a search through a guard's memory, I entered the Library.

The first hour was spent getting the Skill books. I activated Mage Sight for hidden doors. In a corner I found one, after a good scan I Teleported to the other side, here was the good stuff, books on old magic, secret potions, ways to weaken a dragon. It was all here, not anymore though, I have yet to reach the limit of my Inventory.

I stumbled on another secret room, filled with deformed dragons chicks, and eggs. They experimented here on how to kill the dragons. I put the eggs in my Familiar Storage after several Major Heals, Restore, Dispel Curse, and Blesses. I noticed results with the eggs, so I stored them all.

I carved in High Valyrian on a wall: "You will pay!" back in the Library I did not hold back anymore, and cleaned the place. Thousands of books flew into my Inventory. Silencing spells prevented the guards from noticing it, so I went all out. I opened the secret passage so they knew why they were raided. I popped back to my bed, I gave a blow to the Citadel they will remember for a long time.

Xxxxx

Of the ten eggs I retrieved from the Citadel, only six could be saved. I repeatedly cast Healing and Light Spells on the eggs to restore them to their original strength. Observe told me their condition:

Egg

Species: Valyrian Dragon, Male

Time to hatch: 1 year

Chances on successful hatching: 85%

Chances on mental health: 45%

Their chances became better when I kept on healing them.

When I showed them to Betsy and Benny they got excited, Betsy let her motherly instincts speak and went into the Familiar Storage with the eggs and started to hatch the eggs. I made it clear to her that I have to spell them each day to guarantee their mental health. Benny went in too to follow the process and to keep Betsy company. Now we have to sit on the eggs for a year… poor Betsy.

Xxxxx

The time to depart for Harrenhall approached. On one night, I Teleported invisible to the Iron bitch. She was degraded to a salt wife for her good brothers. I put a sleeping spell on her and the bastard she was with and left the room. I looked out the window for a good spot to Teleport to, a distant shore would do. Once I got that spot in my memory I Teleported there and released Benny, changed into my dragon form, and we dived into the water, we reached the ships that were anchored outside the harbor, went under it, and ripped the hull to pieces. One by one they got a turn. After that, we did the ships in the harbor.

The mighty Kracken was mad at the Greyjoys. Benny and I had a lot of fun cracking the hulls of those ships.

That day became known as the revenge of the Kracken. Greyjoy will never recover from it.

Xxxxx

We took a ship to Seagard, we briefly stopped at my parents to let the horses stretch their legs. Mom pampered me, already talking about grandbabies. I told my parents to hold on to all offers, I said: "Mother, Father, when I win the squires contest, I am planning for a trip to Bravos and beyond, I want to find a wife there, maybe even get trade connections."

I am going to summon my girls here, I am not in the mood for a snobby or a docile noblewoman. Besides, they need to ride those dragons, I don't think I get one of the locals to ride one.

Dad agreed to wait until I returned from the tournament or the continent, When we left he gave me his blessing: "Do your best son, that is all we ever wanted from you. Remember our Family motto: Always push forwards."

Finally, I know what that motto is. I was afraid to ask it because they are repeating theirs like a mantra.

Xxxxx

From Seagard we rode on land, I healed all horses for good measure. Dinar was a happy boy, he became quite popular with the mares, maybe it was because I put every mare that was next to him at night in heat. I had to tone it down, that horny bastard was fucking himself into an early grave.

Harrenhall was huge! I asked Master Grev: "The man that build this, did he have to compensate for some parts on his body that were not big or hard enough?" Grev started laughing: "Harold, my boy, you never seem to miss the details. This Keep was built by the king of the squibs when they still had some power. He clearly needed to compensate for something."

That tale went viral, nobody knew who started it, but the Iron Borns were pissed off. We set our tents near the Starks, when all chores were done, I gave my two friends some rusty swords and worn-out bows. I presented some old clothes to them and said: "Guys put these on and we go register. Then we go and put some dragons on the betting station tomorrow. Remember, we are the savages from the North. That will raise the odds against us.

Will Umber said: "That is not very honorable don't you think?" I shrugged: "Is it honorable to let the elders go out hunting in winter when the food runs out? This is a way to earn money, how we dress should not define our strength. I detest bookkeepers for making money on other people's money."

Honestly, I don't care, it is like I once said, give the sheep a scapegoat, point them in a direction and let them loose. We got to the end of the line, patiently waiting for our turn, even letting others cut in the line.

When it was our turn, I said out loud: "Remember guys, this is our last chance or we are out." We registered for the melee and Archery. Master Grev will register me for the Joust.

Xxxxx

We happened to stumble on Howland Reed when he was being bullied by some Riverlanders. We pummeled them before Lyanna could react. Suspicious she looked at us: "Why are you three dressed like homeless small folk?" I made a big bow and answered: "My Beautiful Lady, we did so that you can place a bet on us tomorrow with good ods. We, the barbarians from the North are just good enough to increase the numbers of contestants. You may watch us practice tomorrow with sword and bow to see if we have a chance at winning."

She said: "That is not very honorable." I said to her: "As I told my friend here, honor does not fill your stomachs in winter when you see grandma go out for a hunt." I am going to place bets with the bookmakers from the reach. Usually, they raise their prices for us in winter, so I don't feel guilty to bleed them a bit."

The days before the competition the three of us had fun with our stage play, we missed the bullseye on the closest distance with archery and practiced swordplay as if we are training young kids up, all very 'secluded'.

The evenings were filled with song and dance the singing was my part, I became popular and raked quite the silvers in. The songs of the Iron Born were the big earners, every time I began to sing one, the Iron born in the tent left with a huff.

Lyanna was a fan, on a quiet moment I asked her: "My Lady, has your father already found a match for you?"

She smiled: "No and I have you to thank for it Ned already wrote a letter to father mentioning the possibility of a match. When I told father of his bastard and whoring, he changed his mind. He sent a letter to Ned asking him why he wants his sister to marry someone who spends more time in a whore house than his own bed. I thought Jamie Lannister was a possibility, but the king prevented that."

I joked: "You could be the second wife for Prince Reagar. I heard he is obsessed with some prophecy about fire and ice, so he is looking for a young gullible girl from the North that he can wind around his finger. I heard he is a good singer, I am sure he will find someone that falls for it. You know, the gentle knight in shiny armor, silver hair, and purple eyes."

I looked her in the eyes and asked: "And? Interested? He is the prince you know." She laughed: "Maybe I am young, but not stupid Eyeball. There are enough others to choose from." I liked that answer and marked her with a tracker.

Xxxxx

My odds were twenty to one, I asked Master Grev to put everything I have brought along on me winning the Archery. By now I managed to scrape twenty Dragons together, Dad donated some travel money in case I won and went traveling. When Grev looked at the odds, he started laughing and bet twenty for himself too. The three of us came in one two and three with the archery, we did not even have to try hard. But we won with a lot of stumbling, making it look we won with a lot of luck.

400 Dragons was a big amount. I divided it with my friends. I asked Master Grev to place another bet on me for the melee, again twenty Dragons. The odds were thirty to one. Easy money.

We made our entry in the melee Will Umber with a big shield and one hand sword, Carl Karstark with a smaller round shield and one hand sword I am dual-wielding two one-hands. Lord Glover gave us three leather armors and helmets, with Glover colors. I Enchanted the crap out of the weapons and armor.

The shields absorb shocks, the swords increase blunt force, and the armor regulates temperature, reflect, impact, and indestructible. The squires from Stark moved to the other side of the field, so they could at least show some before we smack them down. I was almost back to level 35, so I have to control my force.

When it started, we went on a rampage, mowing everyone down on our path. We went straight to the Iron Borns and gave them a good trashing. I spat on them and said loudly: "It seems you can only take the Iron price from unarmed small folk, disgusting parasites."

The next ones were the Reach, we bulldozered them onto a pile. I said: "The North remembers, especially when you raise your prices in winter, and we starve to death." The rest of the pack we just disarmed or whacked them over the head. The Starks disposed of the Freys. When only the Starks and we remained, they dropped their weapons nodded at us, and left the field.

I turned to my friends and said: "Let me work for it guys." Both grinned back and attacked. Hours of sparring paid off for them, they could keep up for twenty minutes before I could disarm Will and throw him in front of Carl, I used Will as a jumping board to jump over Carl and tap his helmet. It was enough to get him out of commission.

I helped both up and gave them a manly hug. The crowd started applauding. We got a standing ovation, which was not so hard to get, there were no chairs beside our field.

That night we were the Heroes of the day. Lord Stark was very satisfied with the punishment we gave the Iron Born and the Reach. I divided my betting money between us, we have three hundred Dragons a piece. That will help them well along the way. Master Grev was in a very good mood, he earned a thousand Dragons from the Reach bloodsuckers. Everyone from home that watched us train placed a bet and won big. Lord Glover toasted me: "To the Eyeball of Deepwood! This round is on me!"

It cost him a bit of Dragons but is money well spent. Lord Stark shouted: "To the First Men! The next round is on me!" I am lucky that I can detox myself, everyone was pis drunk. I kept watching over them.

Lyanna sat next to me: "I made a lot of money today Eyeball, thank you for that. Do you compete in the Joust too?" I nodded: "I doubt you will get good odds for me. They fell for it twice, three times would make them fools… Maybe you will get good odds after all."

She said: "Sing for me Eyeball." We filled the hours with ballads and love songs from my world, I edited the modern words out of them and Lyanna liked them. She asked: "What about you Eyeball? Do you have a girl in your sight?" I sighed and nodded: "Yes I have one, in fact, I have my eyes on six girls. I would love to have them all if possible, but I doubt it will be possible. I met them years ago, a Lady and her handmaidens, but close like sisters. After this tournament I will set out to find them, I know they are somewhere in Braavos."

Shocked Lyanna said: "Six! That would be impossible! How will you afford them?" I grinned: "I have my ways my Lady, if I want to, I can move mountains and tame Dragons."

She huffed: "Try to tame your women first Eyeball before you set your Eyeball on a Dragon."

Grinning, I started another song. At daybreak, everyone woke up. Lyanna was sleeping next to me at the table, I made it comfortable for her with a cushioning charm. Lord Stark came to me with a question in his eye. I said: "We kept watch over you all. Lady Lyanna fell asleep two hours ago. There was too much money laying around to be careless my Lord." Lord Stark looked around and said: "Thank you Harold Porther. I must say that Lord Glover lucked out with such good squires."

I smiled and said: "It is a blessing to be fostered in Deepwood Motte. I learned a lot from all of them. Lord Glover is an example for us all, so is Heir Glover. But my teacher is Master Grev. He brought the best out of us." Here ends the commercial: Praising the bosses. Don't roll your eyes, it is mandatory, you may need them in the future.

Xxxxx

The Joust was a bust, my odds were one on… one, I had to do it for the prize money. I was next to the field having a discussion with Dinar: "No! You will only get ten mares when I win, not to just compete along. You have to put a lot of effort into it. What? Twenty? Are you crazy? Did you see yourself in a mirror? Do you think a squire get a thousand Dragon horse? Eleven. And you already had a lot of fun along the way, did you forget that?"

Those bystanders actually believed I was talking to the horse. I had my fun and again people think I am a mad man.

It made it simple: An Iron Born paid the Iron Price, mostly with broken ribs or legs. The flower squires only got one or two bones broken or cracked. The rest merely took a tumble in the dirt. A snotty Frey broke something too. He just asked for it. The price money… I am very undervalued! Only a hundred Dragons?

Xxxxx

I asked Master Grev: "Master, is there an age requirement for Jousting? Or Archery? Melee if Will and Carl want to come along?

Master Grev looked hard at me: "Archery aye, Jousting maybe, Melee? Alone you would not stand a chance. With Will and Carl? Halfway, but you made a lot of people angry yesterday. People that are in the melee today. Heir Galbart is joining the melee with Greg and John, if he agrees you can join his group. You are our best archer, for the Joust, ask permission of our Lord."

Hah! I got in all three. Will and Carl wanted to compete in the melee just to do me a favor. I did give three hundred and more Dragons to them.

The archers did not take it kindly when I destroyed their pride and their price money. I did cheat a bit, nobody noticed it so I WON!

The melee was fun… not, those bloody Flowers worked together with the Iron Born. I shifted in a higher gear and pummeled them. When they were all down I spat on the Flowers: "You would band together with reavers that are plundering your shores, against us because we beat your squires up? Very honorable."

It was a hard-fought battle, our battle formation got us in the last sixteen. Heir Galbart addressed us, Alright everyone, we break up and it is everyone for himself. If we go on with our formation we will get a lot of criticism. You all done well, good luck." We spread out and looked for an opponent. Just my luck, I had the drunken whoremonger with the big hammer. The fucker was two feet taller than me.

He did underestimate me… a lot. I dived under his swing and before he could turn, I tapped his helm, hard. He went down like a tree. Everyone stopped at the sight. I shrugged and said: "He thought that I was a kid." Galbart joked back: "You are a kid Eyeball." I grabbed my chest: "My lord! Don't spill my secrets!"

The others avoided me like the plague, which got me another hard-ass, Selmy a dual wielder like me from the king's guard.

I grinned at him: "You heard my Lord say it, I am a kid, go easy on me grandpa." The asshole could not take a joke, we went for a half-hour, that bastard was good. I began to tire and ended the fight with a kick against his chest. I looked at the last one, Lord Galbart, who was waiting for us to finish, and said: "Can you believe that I am too tired to lift my swords up?"

Lord Galbart said: "You gave quite the show Harold. If you want I'll give you ten minutes." I shook my head: "I can barely win against you when I am fresh my Lord, I need a day to recuperate. The day is yours." I dropped my swords and bowed. Yep, never fight the boss in public. Galbart was good with a sword though, so it was not entirely a giveaway.

I turned around to pick Will and Carl from the floor: "Come on guys, drinks are on Lord Galbart." I scanned them for wounds, repaired some cracked ribs and strained ligaments.

Will said: "Aye, he beat me up pretty bad, that deserves a drink or two. You distracted me Eyeball, you and Ser Selmy are a class apart. You taught them all a lesson. You have to be careful though, those flower knights are not happy with what you said."

I shrugged: "I stand by what I said. Banding together with reavers to get back at a boy is not worthy of a noble knight." Did I say that hard enough? I looked around, yep, they got the message.

Xxxxx

Lord Galbart paid for the drinks that night. He knew he reached the finals thanks to the three extra fighters.

Loudmouth whoremonger paid me a visit to congratulate me… I should have hit harder. Lyanna paid a visit too: "Eyeball, you lost me money. I bet a Dragon on your win in the melee. Be glad I won ten Dragons when you won the archery competition. Now sing a song for us."

Bossy bitch! I am sour all over from Selmy's beating. But... she is the daughter of the boss, look, but don't touch and let her boss you around. Those are the universal rules to handle the Bosses daughter.

I did a medley of Iron songs that left the public cheering, a few drinking songs and I am off to bed.

The Joust was a bit harder, the targets were bigger too. I spelled my lance with blunt impact, and my shield with deflect, and a sticking charm on my ass. For the Jousting, Lord Glover let me use the armor he used when he was a squire. I spelled the crap out of it. For the event, I played with B&B for a bit. Is it cheating if you take some time to play with your pets? I don't think so too.

The Joust was a blast, I had to do at most two runs to win. When the enemy was downwind their horse became skittish, enough to distract them. I followed the same set of rules, Iron Born a lot and the flowers a few broken bones.

I met the prince halfway in the competition, I dropped him on his ass. The mad king was cackling with glee. He is a bit crazy though, no potion is needed with that maniac. Anyway, with the help from B&B, I got in the finals, those were for tomorrow.

Well, I made a name for myself… fucking Eyeball. That night I asked Lord Glover to bring my prize money to my parents. After the tournament, I will go on a trip to Bravos to search for trades. He agreed, the honor we brought to his house would bring a lot of trade and alliances to him.

The Finals were tough, so I cheated a bit more, I used Telepathy to know where he is aiming at. Also, I love to polish my shield to a high shine, it is sometimes Blinding.

The Lannister, he got his ass whooped in one go, for that sister fucker I used magic. They had to use a can opener to get him out of his armor. The bitch was hysterical that I clipped the nails of her lion.

The last one was Selmy again. He is a tough motherfucker, We went five times before I cheated and used magic. Hey! Don't judge! The dude is thirty years or more older than me! Of course, I cheated!

Now… what to do with that crown... I spotted Lyanna next to her dad and grinned at her. I rode in front of Lord Stark. He was already fuming with my disrespect.

I started: "Lord Stark, My heart is already spoken for, but my queen of love and beauty is not present here. Do I have your permission to present the crown to the most beautiful maiden on this tournament?"

Relieved Lord Stark Nodded: "You may Young Harold, you bring honor to your House and to the North."

I presented the crown to Lyanna: "My Lady, I can't offer you love, but if you ever are in need of a friend or sword, you can count on me."

Lyanna smiled with a blush: "Thank you for the honor, Eyeball Harold. You may count me as your friend."

Hidden Quest completed:

Quest Win the tournament of Harrenhall

Reward: Random Skill

New Skill: Navigating

OK… that could be useful.

The prince rode home with a pout, Robert fucked some whores, and Ned went after that beauty from Dorne.

Now the question arises: Is there a war coming?