The Last Lion of House Reyne

by joen1801

When Tywin Lannister crushed the Reyne-Tarbeck Rebellion everyone in the Kingdoms believed he ended two noble lines. But thanks to one unique infant, one Harrion Reyne called Harry by his parents, some survived.

4. Chapter 4

AN: It's been quite a while since I updated this story, and I really do apologize for that. I'll try to keep updates closer together in future.

As for the guest reviews:

coldblue: 1) You'll have to wait and see but it isn't what most people assume 2) He will likely use two swords, yes 3) Snake maybe, dragon almost definitely not 4&5) wait and see 6) If you look up fableblades and find one of the heron blades he made, you'll see what I have in mind.

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They traveled up the Torrentine via boat until they reached High Hermitage, the seat of the lesser branch of House Dayne, before heading east across the mountains on horse and into the Prince's Pass. There was a great deal of traffic along the path, mostly other Dornish nobles making their way north toward Ashford for the tourney. The Daynes were riding with three of their house guard and handmaiden, Harry was beside Arthur while Ashara was further ahead riding with her father. The little girl had been reluctant to sit astride a horse with her father, and Harry couldn't blame her considering he knew she was a capable rider for her age.

During their journey they saw the rayonne yellow on crimson of House Uller, the golden quill on checkered green of House Jordayne, the red cockatrice devouring a black snake on gold of House Gargalen, the hooded blue hawk on silver of House Fowler, the golden hand on red and black of House Allyrion and even the pierced red sun on orange of House Martell.

Arthur seemed surprised to see the sigil of Dorne's Great House and Harry couldn't help but question him about it. The young Dayne shook his head looking ahead as he cantered along on his horse, "I have yet to see the Martell's at any of the tourneys we've attended," he explained casually, "Prince Doran is of an age with Arlan but hasn't participated in the lists in some time. I recall father telling me that he has been traveling the Free Cities of late… so I suppose that isn't surprising."

"But it is surprising that you haven't seen Prince Oberyn at any tourney as of yet, does he not foster with the Yronwoods?" Harry questioned.

Arthur looked to him with a raised eyebrow, "You are correct, but still the Yronwoods rarely travel to the tourneys as their own Lord takes little interest in them. I must admit I have seen Oberyn at a distance just once but this is still the first time I have seen the Martell banner heading to one of the events."

"That is odd, isn't it?" Harry's gaze lingered on the Martell banner further down the pass.

"You assume because they are a Great House they would wish to make themselves seen at such spectacles?" Harry nodded slowly, "Well you would often be correct, though the Martells and Starks are certainly less concerned about such things. " He added the last offhandedly, "Still, you are forgetting that our most recent winter has only just passed and it lasted some two years. There was only one tourney in the capital in that time."

"That hadn't occurred to me." Harry admitted with a slight twinge of red on his cheeks.

Arthur clapped him on the shoulder good-naturedly, "You must remember that the Princess Aliandra has no reason to attend given her eldest son is abroad and her youngest is fostered by another lord. That leaves only her daughter Elia, and unless they are seeking out a match for their children she would have little reason to attend."

"Do you think that is why they are attending now?" Harry asked curiously.

Arthur shrugged, "It wouldn't surprise me but this tourney is rather larger than most and the first since the spring began so there is no guarantee."

They fell into a companionable silence until, a short while later, Harry decided to push his horse up alongside Ulric and the still slightly disgruntled Ashara. Ulric had reasoned that it would be safer for Ashara to ride with him. And it was likely for the safety of others as much as hers.

Ashara's eyes brightened when she saw him, "Finished talking with Arthur?" Harry shrugged noncommittally but she took it as an affirmative, "Good, because I have been terribly bored without you."

Her father snorted and ruffled her hair much to her dismay, "It is good to know how little you think of my company daughter. I shall remember that come your next name day I think."

She straightened her hair before turning to him with shiny violet eyes and a protruding lower lip. Her father couldn't help but wilt under the pressure, "I am only teasing." She smiled widely at her father even as he muttered under his breath, "You've learned that look far too well from your mother."

Despite Ulric's best efforts, Harry heard him and he couldn't help but chuckle. Ulric turned to Harry with a smirk on his face and warned, "Just you wait."

"Wait?" Harry said incredulously, "She can do that to me now. I just found it refreshing to see it happen to someone else."

Ulric barked a laugh, "Suppose you're just happy to know it isn't just your weakness then?" Harry nodded his head, "Well trust me, you aren't the first to fall victim to those eyes and I doubt you will be the last."

Ashara didn't seem to like being talked about as though she wasn't even there and huffed irritably to Harry's amusement. She looked to him, "So... are you excited for the tourney?"

"Of course," Harry answered immediately though in all honesty he was equal parts anxious and nervous. He'd never been to a tourney before and he certainly didn't want to muck it up at Arlan's detriment. Thank the gods that Arthur will be there to make sure I don't make too big a fool of myself.

"I just want us to get there already," Ashara said vehemently, breaking him out of his thoughts.

Harry couldn't help but laugh at her. He'd traveled far more in his young life than she ever had, so the monotony of travel didn't bother him much at all really. On the other hand, Ashara wished she could simply arrive in Ashford. "Clearly in all of your excitement for the coming tourney, you forgot that we would actually have to travel there, or maybe it's that you thought we would be able to arrive there out of thin air… without all the days of baking in the sun?" He asked her cheekily.

She scowled at him, "Obviously, I knew that we would need to travel to Ashford but that doesn't mean I have to like the boredom that comes along with it."

Ulric ran a hand through her thick hair, this time being sure not to muss it up, "Perhaps you will remember this the next time you want to go to a tourney. Because if I recall, you were most eager for this before we left."

"I am still eager," Ashara said huffily, "that's the problem. We still have days before we're actually there."

"Well let's just hope that the tourney is everything you hope it to be, Ash," Harry told her kindly, not noticing the odd look he got from her father at his shortened name for her, "that ought to be enough to make up for the boredom the journey has caused you."

"It better be everything I hope it to be," Ashara said dramatically with her nose raised in the air, "otherwise I shan't be attending a tourney ever again." Ulric groaned, knowing that someday she would need to attend events such of these for the sake of appearances. Ashara turned to Harry with a mischievous glint in her eye and winked at him. He couldn't help but chuckle internally at her bit of acting. She can be quite the little devil when she wants to be. It certainly helps with the boredom though.

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They arrived at Ashford three days later on a bright day, early in the morning. The castle and town sat at a ford of the Cockleswent River. The town was made up of narrowly separated, thatched roof, white-washed houses and stores. The castle jutted up above the town. It was fashioned in the shape of a triangle, its three round towers standing some thirty feet high, with long expanses of crenelated walls running between them. The Daynes made their way through the city with a retinue of other nobles. As they passed, there were dozens of smallfolk standing along the cobbled streets of the town, watching as the lords, ladies and knights moved through.

Despite his own high birth, Harry felt distinctly out of place. Most of his life to this point was spent on the run with his family, hiding their identities and ensuring that no one recognized them. To feel dozens, and even hundreds of eyes, with their focus fixed on him as he passed just felt wrong. It's certainly nothing like the anonymity I'm accustomed to.

The town was neither particularly large nor particularly small, and a short while later they found themselves crossing over the Cockleswent and headed toward Ashford Meadow. The meadow usually served as a commons ground for the smallfolk but now it was covered in dozens upon dozens of multicolored tents.

They passed the palisades around the jousting area, including the large viewing gallery for the noble ladies and those lords who wouldn't be participating in the lists. He also noticed a fenced off area meant for the melee and a smaller area for the archery contest. As they made their way through the encampment, Harry couldn't help but note that five of the Great Houses were present at this tourney: Martell, Lannister, Tyrell, Baratheon and Targaryen. I doubt any Targaryens will participate in the lists but the other four should have at least one of their number competing.

A short while later, they stopped and set up their own tents for the event. One for the guards, one for Ashara n and the handmaiden, one for Arthur and Harry, and one that would accommodate the elder Daynes. So, while many of the other nobles relied on their servants to set up their accommodations for the coming days the Daynes did it almost entirely themselves. They set up between a tent baring the white seahorse on turquoise of House Velaryon and the dark green sea-turtle on pale green of House Estermont.

They were able to get themselves settled quickly enough, and just an hour after their arrival in the camp Ashara was standing in Harry and Arthur's tent peering out the flap eagerly, Arthur had gone with his brother to put the heir of Starfall's name into the lists while Harry had remained behind. He stood from his cot and walked over to Ashara, "Well, what do you think of it so far?"

"I think it's fantastic," Ashara said happily, as they watched the armor clad knights walk past their tents unaware of their observers, "the hustle and bustle is nice but you can almost feel the excitement and anticipation in the air."

Harry smiled down at her, her enthusiasm simply infectious, "It is something Ash, though I could have done without all of the eyes on us on the way in."

She wrinkled her nose, "I didn't much like that either. I'm not used to that at all. The people at Starfall don't gawk at us when we pass. I really can't imagine why the people of Ashford would."

"They gawk because we are nobles from a different part of the country, clad in finery they would have to work a year to even be able to consider affording," Arlan's voice startled them as he passed by with Arthur in tow toward Ulric's tent, "In time you will grow accustom to the stares."

Harry shook his head, his eyes following the elder Daynes as they passed by, "I don't think I'll ever become comfortable with that."

"No one said you needed to be comfortable with it, silly." Ashara said with a huff, "You just have to learn to ignore it. Or do you never plan on participating in the lists?"

"I probably will someday," Harry said thoughtfully, "but I certainly want to take part in the melees when I get older." While he could ride well enough, and had practiced with the lance more than once, he much preferred fighting on his feet with sword in hand.

Ashara giggled, "Well then, I suppose you are going to need to get over your fear of attention."

"It's not a fear," Harry defended himself a little heatedly, before his voice quieted as he continued, "I'm just accustomed to trying to stay beneath peoples' attention."

Ashara bowed her head, understanding filling her eyes, her cheek s flushing slightly in embarrassment at his unintended rebuke, "Apologies, Harrion, I didn't mean anything by my comment."

He leaned over and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, "It's alright Ash."

She smiled up at him though it didn't reach her eyes, "Still, I'm sorry Harry. I really just wasn't thinking about what might be causing your discomfort." She pulled away from him, "It makes sense, but I'm sure you'll get over it in time."

"Well with your confidence and Arthur there to help me along, it shouldn't take long at all." Harry reassured her.

He was rewarded with a genuine smile, "So… do you want to look around the camp with me?"

His response was to, quite suddenly, grab her hand and pull her toward the guard's tent. She followed after him without any struggle, too surprised at his forwardness. They pushed through the flap of the tent and Harry turned to the one of the guards, Lucas, a man of medium height with an olive complexion and dark hair "Lucas, the Lady Ashara would like to walk the tourney grounds and the town nearby."

Lucas looked to the young lady in question wearily, "Lady Ashara, the tourney shall be starting in just a few short hours, would it not be better to rest before the festivities begin?"

"As you said, Lucas, the tourney doesn't start for hours yet and I have had enough of tents these past few days. I would rather look around than spend my time lazing about any longer." For all of her, and the Daynes in general, usual friendliness with those who serve her, she was quite capable of falling into the role of a little lady with ease when it suited her.

Lucas sighed lightly and nodded at the pair before standing, "Very well, my Lady, I shall escort you then."

Lucas grabbed his weapon from where it rested near his cot and joined them as they made their way out of the tent. As Ashara walked slightly ahead of them, Harry smirked up at the guard, "Just be glad I decided to come and get one of you; otherwise, I have no doubt I would be the only thing looking out for Ashara, which would have made Lord Dayne… well less than happy to say the least." Lucas suddenly looked far more at ease with his unexpected task.

Harry increased his pace and was beside Ashara just a moment later. They traveled through the camp slowly taking in everything they could. They passed the royal tent, and Harry couldn't help but stare for a moment at the sight of Ser Gerold Hightower and Ser Barristan Selmy standing steadfast outside of the tent, clad in their white-enameled armor, and their hands on their swords. The Lord Commander was a massive man, and even in his armor one could understand why he was given the moniker the White Bull. I doubt there are many men in the kingdom as strong as Ser Gerold. Ser Barristan the Bold was not as large as his commander but equally as impressive. His blue eyes scanned the throng of people before him, constantly vigilant. For just a moment, Ser Barristan's blue eyes locked with Harry's green and he could have sworn that he noticed the barest of nods from the famous knight before his gaze fell on Ashara beside him and lingered just a moment before he continued to scan the crowd.

Ashara leaned over to whisper to him, "Someday, Arthur will be able to count himself among the Kingsguard."

"He'll be the very best of them if he has his way," Harry agreed easily. There was little doubt in his mind that his elder friend would one day be recognized as one of the greatest knight in the realm.

"It's quite the honor being a member of the Kingsguard," Ashara continued airily, "Have you ever considered it as something you would wish to do in the future?"

Harry actually resisted the urge to shudder at the thought. He respected Arthur's goal in life, to be the very best knight and serve as a member of the Kingsguard, but that wasn't for Harry. He had other desires, none of which required his taking a vow of celibacy and defending a man who may or may not be worthy of protection. He looked at Ashara, his emerald green eyes meeting her violet purple ones, "No Ash, I have no desire to become a member of the Kingsguard." Her expression was blank but he could see satisfaction in her eyes, "I hope to be an accomplished knight in time, but… that life would never be something I desire."

"I'm sure that Arthur will be rather put out that he will never be able to count you among his sworn brothers," Ashara said gaily.

"I'm sure he'll be absolutely devastated," Harry deadpanned, "so much so that he'll give up the pursuit and turn to drink." Ashara stared at him wide eyed for a moment before laughing loudly and drawing the attention of those around them. Harry couldn't help but find her glee infectious and chuckle right along with her as they continued walking along the dirt path.

A few short moments later, she righted herself with a deep breath and looked to Harry, "I'm sorry, I just imagined Arthur forlornly sharpening his sword all hours of the day with a bottle of Dornish red as he lamented your decision." She shook her head, "It was so completely out of place for my brother that I couldn't help myself."

"So out of place in fact, that I think it would be more likely that Arthur take up the life of a Septon." Harry quipped, causing both Ashara and Lucas behind them to snort in disbelief.

A short way from the royal tent was that of House Lannister. Unsurprising considering Tywin's position as Hand of the King. Harry didn't happen to see the Lord of the Rock but he did see two children, one a boy and one a girl, milling about outside of the tent. They were both dressed in the finest of silk clothing, colored the red and gold of their house. Both had bright green eyes and the golden hair synonymous with their House. Based on their similar appearance, Harry would guess that they were Lord Tywin's twins, Cersei and Jaime. As they passed, a woman with a kind and beautiful face, dressed in a red silk dress that hugged tightly to her body, exited the tent and commanded the children inside, she had the same green eyes and golden hair. Clearly that is the Lady Joanna.

Harry and Ashara continued along, passing the tents of the Tyrells. Outside the tent, the Lady Olenna was directing some of their servants about their business. He had very few memories of the woman but he knew that the Lady Tyrell was a friend of his mother's and had aided them for a time after their flight from the Westerlands. She caught sight of him as they passed and her intelligent eyes narrowed in suspicion or recognition, he really couldn't tell for sure. Fortunately, he was spared any further scrutiny as she was approached by a Hightower knight, and someone Harry could only assume was the Heir of Highgarden, Mace Tyrell.

As they drew closer to the jousting area again the throng of people increased as the smallfolk were already flooding into the stands in the hopes of being able to get the best possible seat to view the coming spectacle.

There were merchants peddling their wares all along the road there. Many of them were bakers selling sweet treats, but there were others: butchers selling cooked meats, blacksmiths trying to interest passing knights, mostly hedge knights, in their wares, jewelers and gardeners alike trying desperately to coerce passing men to buy something for their ladies.

They stopped and bought some pastries from one of the bakers. From there they perused the jeweler's wares as well; Ashara seemed particularly interested in a silver armband decorated with intertwining snakes all around the polished metal. It fit around her forearm comfortably, though it covered far more of it than was probably intended. But in the end, she turned away and headed further down the lane of merchants as Harry lingered. Her name day is coming up soon, and I certainly don't have the talent at sowing to actually make something for her.

"Excuse me?" Harry drew the attention of the thin, balding jeweler in the stall, "How much for that?" He pointed to the piece of jewelry that had drawn Ashara's attention.

The man came over to Harry and looked down at him skeptically, "It's pure silver." He told Harry as he ran a finger over the piece, "I'm afraid I couldn't sell it for less than twenty stags, as it cost half that to make."

Harry hesitated a moment. Through various chores he'd done his parents had given him some ten silver stags over the years. He wouldn't have enough if it weren't for the extra fifteen Larra gifted him before their departure. Well, it's more than enough to buy the band, and it will make Ash happy, so why not? His hand went to the pouch at his hip, and he quickly retrieved the necessary coins. The shop keeper looked surprised that he could actually afford the piece but quickly handed over the armband.

Harry thanked him, before walking over to the florist nearby and buying a single violet for just a few copper pennies. He turned away from the stall and looked for Ashara only to realize she'd moved out of sight in his inattentiveness. He looked for Lucas as well, but couldn't see the man anywhere either. He felt panic well up in his chest and started walking quickly down the path. I was to look out for her, I promised my mother and now I've no idea where she is.

He spent three minutes almost frantically walking along the path, but his panic quickly abated when he found her speaking with some of the local children amicably. Unlike the other highborn children Harry and Ashara had opted for simple leather trousers and cotton shirts instead of the silk, so common among the highborn. As such the children had no thought toward Ashara being nobility.

Lucas was watching her from a comfortable distance away, clearly not wanting to intrude but ready should things take an unexpected turn. Ashara noticed him and grabbed his arm to introduce him to her new acquaintances, "This is Eve, Davin, Alan, Morra, and Theo, everybody this is Harry." Harry could only be internally baffled at Ashara's ability to become so easily acquainted with complete strangers. They all exchanged greetings before Ashara turned to Harry with a smile, "They were planning on playing Knights and Knaves, would you like to join?"

Harry shook his head slightly and leaned in to whisper to Ashara, "We should really be getting back to the tent. You need to change into a dress and I need to help Arthur with Arlan's armor."

She pouted at him but to no avail, after a long moment in which he just stared at her expectantly, she huffed before speaking to the other children, "The tourney shall be starting soon and we don't want to miss it, perhaps tomorrow instead?" There was general agreement among the other children as Harry and Ashara turned to make their way back toward their tent.

They took only a dozen steps when Ashara posed a puzzled question, "What is that in your hand?" He looked down in confusion, not sure what she was talking about after his brief panic, when he was quickly reminded of his purchases.

"Oh," He flushed under her searching gaze, "umm, your name day is coming soon so…" he pushed the armband and flower in her direction, "I thought I would get you something. You sewed me that shirt all by yourself, and it was wonderful, so it would have felt wrong if I didn't get you something in return." He trailed off then as he realized that Ashara stopped listening to him, instead she was staring at his gifts as they continued to walk. He was waiting for some sort of reaction.

She took the armband and fixed it to her forearm silently and then took the violet and weaved it into her raven hair. When finished, she smiled wider than he'd ever seen and her stride took on a skip like nature as she wrapped her arm around him in her best attempt at a hug while walking, "Thank you Harry, it's wonderful." She fixed him with a mock glare, "But you really didn't have to get me anything. If it weren't for you I wouldn't have been allowed to come to the tourney."

Harry smirked and she seemed to know some sort of teasing was coming her way, "Oh, well if that's the case, you won't mind if I just take that back then now will you?" He made to grab for her arm.

She pulled it away with a gasped, "NO!" and started running away from him with a giggle. A moment later, he was on her heels, never really trying to catch her though. They made their way through the camp, laughing as Lucas trailed behind them at a light jog. They ran until they arrived outside of their own tents again. At which point, they stopped dead in their tracks upon seeing that a Kingsguard, one Lewyn Martell, stood outside the tent Harry and Arthur were sharing

"Right," Ashara drew his attention, "I need to go change into a dress like you said." She leaned over and gave him a proper hug in thanks for her gift and made her way into her own tent meeting Ser Lewyn's gaze for only a moment as she passed him and looking over her shoulder to give Harry a wry smirk.

Harry scowled at her in return before squaring his shoulders and making his way toward his own tent. Ser Lewyn had tanned skin, light brown eyes, a closely trimmed beard and thin lips. His gaze never left Harry as he drew nearer to the tent and when he was just a few steps away, Ser Lewyn's voice brought him to a stop, "And who might you be?" His voice held a note of humor to it.

Harry had trouble finding his voice for just a moment, "I am Harry, one of Ser Arlan's squires."

"Ah yes," Ser Lewyn pointed a gauntleted hand at him, "Lord Ulric was telling me of you, the street urchin turned squire." He rubbed his hand through his beard, "I must say that is quite the tale," There was a note of skepticism in his voice, "one that someday could be worthy of song if you manage to make something of your life."

"I am indebted to the Daynes for the opportunity they've given me," Harry told the knight earnestly, "I can only hope to someday, as you said, make something of myself as way of repaying them for their kindness."

"I doubt all of your reasons are so selfless." Lewyn smirked down at Harry though the comment went right over the young boy's head. The Martell knight laughed to himself and stepped aside, "I imagine you wish to prepare yourself before the tourney starts," his voice turned hard as he continued, "behave yourself in the presence of the Prince."

Harry nodded his understanding and pushed aside the tent flap. Inside, Arthur stood while the Crown Prince, Rhaegar Targaryen sat in a chair in their small quarters. The Prince was a lean youth eleven years of age. He was clad in black leather trousers and a red tunic, his family colors. He wore his silver blond hair in a braid that fell just below his shoulders. His eyes were the deepest shade of indigo Harry had ever seen, deeper even than Arthur's own. The pair was talking amicably, and while the Prince didn't smile it was clear that he enjoyed Arthur's company. While Arthur rarely talked about it, Ashara divulged to Harry that Arthur had developed a friendship with Rhaegar at the previous tourneys they'd attended together; supposedly he was the closest of the Prince's friends.

The pair stopped speaking as they noticed Harry enter the tent. Harry resisted the urge to flush under their scrutiny. Bowing his head, he spoke clearly, "Your Grace, it is an honor to meet you."

Rhaegar stood, and Harry couldn't help but note he was tall for his age not quite as tall as Arthur but tall nonetheless. He made his way toward Harry and looked him over, "Harry, I presume. Arthur was telling me about you," his voice was quiet with a hint of curiosity in it, "He says you are quite skilled with a blade in hand, something he knows better than I would." He paused the briefly, in silent contemplation of whether to make his next demand, "Tell me, in your own words, how is it that you came to be among the Daynes? I do not mean to be rude but I found your story quite intriguing."

Harry looked at Rhaegar wide-eyed. He hadn't expected he would have to tell a false story straight to the crown prince. Though I suppose it's better I tell it to Rhaegar than the King, or worse yet Lord Tywin.

Harry began with the faintest of tremors in is voice, "Arthur's estimation of my skill is overgenerous your Grace." He deflected for a moment as he collected himself for the coming lie, "But you asked about my story, you Grace. My father, James and mother, Lily," they'd decided there was no harm in using his mother's actual name and it would be one less detail to remember, "were from the Westerlands. I lived there for only two years of my life, I imagine for that time I was quite happy with them but my father was murdered and my mother was taken by a summer fever."

"I am sorry for your loss," Rhaegar sounded like he genuinely sympathized with his fake plight.

"Thank you, your Grace." Harry continued on his story, "My father he was traveling from their home in Oxcross, and taking the road to Lannisport. He was a potter you see, and he could usually have a better fortune selling his wares there."

Rhaegar nodded his understand, as Harry swallowed before continuing, "He was waylaid by a group of bandits on the road." He paused and actually managed a hint of wetness in his eyes as he thought of his alternative self, "My mother was grief-stricken, and in her grief she was that much more open to sickness."

"I must ask," Rhaegar interjected, "How is it that you know all of this, being orphaned so young?"

"My mother, she sent me to live with her sister who lived along the Torrentine and sent with me a letter detailing their misfortune… and their love for me." Harry looked behind Rhaegar to Arthur, who looked thoroughly impressed with his story weaving. Hmmm, flabbergasted might be the best word for it.

"My aunt and uncle," Harry spat the words, "Truthfully they wanted nothing to do with me, and treated me little better than a slave. My cousin would gather his group of friends and go 'Harry hunting'… it was truly unpleasant." Rhaegar's lips thinned at this but he didn't comment, "At the age of seven, I decided that I would be better off fending for myself somewhere else, and if that meant stealing so be it." Rhaegar looked torn at that declaration but he didn't have the experience necessary to refute Harry.

It was then that Arthur interjected, "Fortunately it didn't come to such drastic measures. Harry made his way down the Torrentine to Starfall, and my father happened to take pity after watching him defend another child from a group of tormentors."

Rhaegar smiled faintly at his friend before his gaze returned to Harry, "Well it seems a fitting reward for both the hardships you have faced and the courage you showed, Harry." He stepped around him and toward the tent flap but not before a few parting words, "Arthur also tells me that you are quite the reader," Harry couldn't help but nod at that, "We will have to speak more in the future then. I am prone to losing myself in books as well." With that he bid Harry and Arthur farewell and made his way out of the tent.

Harry turned to Arthur and resisted the urge to laugh at his slack-jawed expression. Well that is a look I've yet to see on him. I doubt it could look anymore out of place. Arthur's attention began to wear thin on Harry's patience and eventually he just asked, "What?!" loudly in the hopes that it would break him from his daze.

Arthur shook himself and started chuckling, "I'm beginning to think that perhaps you should give up learning the sword, Harry. For all of your talent, I think maybe you would be better suited to being a mummer because that… that story fell from your lips as though it were the Seven's only truth."

Harry shrugged nonchalantly, "I practiced the story at least a hundred times in my head during our journey here." Truthfully the tale just came naturally to Harry, while it had been put together with Ulric's help, almost all of it had been Harry's doing.

While his own parents were alive, lovingly taking care of him his entire life, he'd experienced the type of loss and neglect he'd concocted in his false history. He'd felt the loneliness of his counterpart as he lived friendless thanks to Dudley's intervention. He experienced the nightmare of watching a woman that looked eerily like his own mother, as she was murdered before his infant eyes. He knew his counterparts name, Harry Potter, so it only seemed natural to use that as his father's profession, and the name James just seemed right as well. In the end, he told a story that was part truth and part lie, it just wasn't a truth of his past but someone else's.

Harry pushed those thoughts from his head and smirked in Arthur's direction, "A mummer? Really? I did not know you were keen on drinking… and before noon too." Harry shook his head in disappointment, "Tsk, tsk, what would your mother say?" Harry dodged the pillow that was hurled at his head and the pair started laughing as they prepared to leave the tent.

They found Arlan and made their way toward the jousting area. They helped him into his armor. His pauldrons depicted the crossed shooting star and sword of their house, as did the lilac tunic he wore over his chestpiece. He wore a great helm, with just two narrow slits to see through. His shield was made from polished white oak. Harry couldn't help but find the armor cumbersome in nature. As Arthur said, my advantage in battle comes from speed; such heavy armor would be of no benefit to me in a fight… Not that it really matters, I am years away from finding myself of an age to take part in a proper battle.

Once all was done, Arlan mounted his black destrier. Together, the many knights and lords participating in the tourney made their way out and around the arena to the cheers of the crowd. Most notable of the participants were the entirety of Aerys' Kingsguard of whom Rhaegar was serving as Prince Lewyn's squire, Lord Steffon Baratheon, all three of Tywin's brothers, Luthor and Moryn Tyrell, and Lord Leyton Hightower, for whom Mance squired. There were many other knights and lords participating as well, there were even a handful of hedge knights who looked out of place among the other participants.

As this was to be a three day tournament, the first day was meant to reduce the field to just sixty-four competitors from the over two-hundred entrants. The tourney was a celebration of the new spring. As such, there was no reigning 'queen of love and beauty' and no champions to defend her so, the opening tilts were decided by a draw instead of by challenge. Arlan found himself paired against Lord Ormond Yronwood, one of his squires being Prince Oberyn. The Heir of the Stone Way was clad in shimmering steel armor. Over the top of his armor he wore a white tunic depicting the sigil of his house, an iron portcullis. Theirs was to be the third match of the first round of jousts.

As they waited in the competitor's area, Harry's eyes scanned the crowd. He first sought out the royal viewing section, wherein sat King Aerys, Queen Rhaella, Lord Tywin, Lady Joanna with their Twins, and Lord Arron Ashford as host of the event with his wife and young son. Nearby were the Lady Cassana Baratheon with her son youngest son Stannis, Princess Aliandra with her daughter Elia, and the Lady Olenna with her daughters. Ulric was seated closer to the arena with Ashara close to his side. He was speaking to a man with the seahorse of house Velaryon on his coat, likely his good-brother and master of ships, Lord Lucerys.

The king was handsome, much like his son, though there was a slight gauntness to his cheeks that wasn't present in the younger Targaryen. He wore his silver blonde hair loose, as it fell down past his shoulders. He was in a conversation with Tywin, but his lilac eyes kept darting in the direction of Joanna. She looks… distinctly uncomfortable with his attentions.

The Queen sat rigidly in her seat, her own violet eyes looking steadily at the action down on the field as the tilts took place. The entire kingdom knew that her marriage to her brother had never been a happy one, and it was clear she had grown accustomed to her husband's wandering eye. It was quite well known that Rhaella had dismissed Joanna as a handmaiden to save her from Aerys pursuits. In all honesty, almost everyone, Harry included, were surprised by the Queen's presence. Only two months prior their second son, Daeron, died in his crib only six months old. She looked thin to the eye, and her eyes were drawn. No doubt she still keenly feels her loss.

It was only after surveying the royal couple that Harry's gaze fell to the Lord of Casterly Rock. So that is the man responsible for my family's ruin. Truthfully, the man looked the part of a victorious commander. His face was grim and his eyes hard even as he had a softly spoken conversation with the king. As he watched Tywin turned from the King, his conversation done, and looked to his wife. They shared whispered words, and in that moment, Harry watched as one of the most feared lords in Westeros, softened. It was minute, yes, but it was clear just how much he cared for his wife. What would he do if he found out my family survived? Based on the look of him, Harry had no doubt that it would be far from pleasant.

The first of the matches finished then, as Lord Steffon unhorsed a hedge knight. They broke just three lances against one another. The Lord of Storm's end threw the man from his horse with a lance that shattered against the hedge knight's helm.

His eyes moved to the Princess Aliandra. She was of an age with Ulric, easily in her early fifties. She was diminutive in stature, barely taller than five feet. Her once dark hair had turned mostly gray and fell to her mid back in a long braid. Her eyes were a honey brown, she was speaking with the Lady Cassana, and Harry couldn't help but feel his thought the other day was true. She has only attended in the hope of discussing matches for her children.

Just next to her was the Princess Elia, a young woman at thirteen years of age wearing a short-sleeve yellow dress that hugged to her lithe body. She had a gentle sort of beauty to her, less striking to the eye but beautiful all the same. Her eyes were dark, almost black but they had a softness to them. She wore her dark hair in a single braid that draped across her shoulder. She was sparing a wave for her brother on the other side of the arena. Harry glanced briefly in Arthur's direction and he couldn't help but notice that the older boy's gaze kept flitting back to the princess.

Lady Olenna looked entirely disinterested in the entire event and was instead paying more attention to her daughters and a conversation she was having with Lady Rylene Florent. Mum always did say that she found most men, and the games they play, to be oafish.

Lord Velaryon had the same silver-blonde hair and lilac eyes as his sister though, unlike his sister, he had a closely trimmed goatee. His skin was deeply tanned and even from a distance one could see the worn look of his hands. He didn't just become the Master of Ships by grace of his name and relationship with the Targaryens. He must have spent his fair share of time on the deck of a ship to have hands like that. His arms were well muscled, from pulling ropes in his time. He and Ulric were having a conversation of a clearly happy nature as both were smiling.

Ashara had changed from her leather trousers and cotton shirt into an embroidered silk dress, the same vibrant shade of violet as the flower in her hair and accented with silver. Her hair hung in loose curls around her shoulders. The only piece of jewelry she wore was her recent gift. It never ceased to amaze him how easily she was able to shift from one role to another. She must have felt his gaze on her because she shifted her eyes from the joust taking place and looked to him. She waved gracefully at him, her mother's tutelage not allowing her to be as enthusiastic as she would prefer, which he happily returned.

The second match lasted longer than the first. Ser Moryn Tyrell was matched against Prince Lewyn Martell, a rather contentious match given the prior animosity between the Reach and Dorne. Lewyn broke seven lances against Moryn, and in the end unseated him from his horse. The Tyrell knight put up a good show but in the end the Kingsguard was the superior rider.

As the crowd loudly cheered for the spectacle before them, Harry ceased his scanning of the crowd and returned his attention to Arthur and Arlan. He'd seen Arthur focused many times in the yard but now, he was all business as he addressed Harry, "Grab one of the lances. I'll get the shield." Harry did as instructed without word and quickly made his way to the stand that held the lances and back. He handed it up to Arlan. The eldest Dayne's face was hidden behind his great helm, but he did nod down at Harry in approval. With that he made his way out into the arena and was greeted with the customary roar of the crowd.

Arthur had turned away entirely and was instead focused on Harry, "Have another lance ready should he break it in this tilt." Again Harry did as he was told and stood there waiting and watching with the hefty lance in his grasp.

In the first tilt neither Ormond nor Arlan hit home, though Ormond's lance did deflect off Arlan's shield and toward his head. As they came around again Arlan aimed for Ormond's near shoulder. The lance slipped past the Yronwood's shield and crashed into his plate armor with a resounding crunch. It shattered the lance but the force of the hit wasn't enough to unhorse his opponent. Harry was waiting with the lance as Arlan came around again. Without being told this time he rushed to retrieve another should he break this next lance against Lord Ormond. Arthur seemed pleased that he took the initiative.

They broke four lances each against one another and in the end it was Arlan that came out the victor. His lance drove into Ormond's chest when he was using his shield to defend the shoulder that had been battered three times previously. The hit sent Ormond tumbling off his horse backward, and it was lucky that he did not end up landing on his head. In a show of good sportsmanship, Arlan dismounted his own horse and helped his opponent to his feet earning a bit more of the crowds favor. Though that certainly wasn't the reason behind his actions.

And so the day's events went on. For hours the gathered people watched with rapt attention as the field of knights dwindled down from the hundreds who started in the lists to just sixty-four. A knight of House Ambrose fell from his horse awkwardly and badly injured his leg while another from House Morrigen broke his arm when he made a bad strike with his lance.

Arlan's final joust came against Ser Kevan Lannister. The eldest of Tywin's younger brothers wore crimson armor, trimmed with gold and emblazoned with a golden lion on his chest. Kevan rode well but he was not the best of the Lannister brothers in the joust that distinction went to his younger brother Tygett. Still they went six tilts in total, Arlan broke four lances on the Lannister while Kevan broke just two. Despite his brother's loss, Tywin clapped along with the rest of the crowd at Arlan's success.

Of Aerys Kingsguard, only four remained: Oswell Whent, Barristan Selmy, Gerold Hightower, and Prince Lewyn. Ser Harlan Grandison, the eldest of the revered knights was beaten in the first round, and Harry thought he looked plenty happy for it. Ser Gwayne Gaunt ran afoul of his own sworn brother as he was unseated by Ser Gerold. Ser Jonothor Darry put forth an impressive showing against Lord Steffon but after ten tilts the Lord of Storm's End was declared the victor.

Arlan's prospects for the first round of the following day were good for as he was paired with Luthor Tyrell. The Lord Tyrell was not known as being the best of riders but had benefitted the first day from being paired against one elder knight long past his prime in Ser Harlan, and one of his own young bannerman who seemed reluctant to strike his liege lord. Unfortunately, Arlan's prospects after that were far more grim as he would be jousting either Ser Barristan or Lord Steffon.

The joust lasted the entire day, and as Harry walked back to the tent with Arthur, Arlan's armor shared between them, he felt exhausted. The adrenaline of watching his first proper joust had entirely worn off and he felt his feet dragging as he entered their temporary quarters. When they made it back to the tent, they set the armor down and prepared to buff and repair it the best they could. Fortunately, Arlan didn't take nearly as much damage as some of the other competitors.

Arthur handed him a rag and they both sat on their cots and got to work. They worked in silence for a long time before Arthur broke it, "You did well today."

Harry looked up surprised before chuckling slightly. At Arthur's raised eyebrow he explained, "There wasn't exactly much that needed doing, to say I did it well… just seems somehow strange."

Arthur snorted, "That is true enough, but the key to being a good squire is being where you're supposed to be, with what you're supposed to have, when you're needed. In that regard, you succeeded today." He looked at the piece of metal in his hand, "And now the truly exhilarating part of the job, the buffing of armor." They both laughed at that and continued their work late into to the knight. As the many squires busied themselves with work, the lords and ladies were in Ashford Castle feasting the first day of the tourney. Late that night, as they were finishing, Ulric and Ashara entered the tent with offerings of bread and sweetmeats, both boys tried and failed to eat in a dignified matter.

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The next morning Harry awoke abruptly, far earlier than he'd hoped, thanks to a rhythmic bouncing next to him. He looked through bleary eyes to see Ashara there, her dark hair bobbing up in down. He rolled away from her but she just moved to the other side and pushed at his shoulder, "Wake up, Harry!"

He groaned and looked at her through one eye, "Ash, I had a rather long day yesterday, and unlike you it wasn't spent watching a joust and feasting. I like to get a bit more sleep before the archery contest starts later. Now if you wouldn't mind, I am going back to sleep."

Ashara huffed and crossed her arms across her chest, "We were going to play knights and knaves with the kids from the town though."

Harry sat up on his elbows and opened his eyes more fully, "I'm sure they'll be there again tomorrow Ash, and tomorrow I doubt I'll be as tired."

"But you promised," It wasn't like her to whine but she could tell she wasn't getting her way in this, so she went to her last resort.

"We both know that isn't true," Harry said with a smirk and she scowled.

"Fine!" She said exasperatedly, "but what am I supposed to do for the next few hours."

Harry laughed, "As long as you promise to go and get one of the guards, feel free to play knights and knaves."

"It wouldn't be as much fun if you're not there," She played with the hem of her shirt a moment before a mischievous glint came into her eye, and Harry resisted the urge to swallow nervously, "And what if I were to tell you that I am going to go without a guard? Unless of course that guard happens to be you brave squire."

"Well you would likely get me out of this bed," Harry said slowly, bringing a smile to her face again, "but that would only be so that I could tell your father of your little plan… and we both know that you would then be held in the tent the rest of the time we're here."

She looked at him as though he had grown a second head and forked tail, her eyes wide in horror as she whispered out, "You wouldn't dare."

He laid his head back down on his pillow, feeling just a little bit smug, "Oh, I most certainly would."

There was a deeper chuckle in the tent and they both turned to look at Arthur who'd awoken as well, "I think he has you this time Ashara." He swung his legs over the side of his cot and smiled at his sister, "Let him rest, I'll keep you company this morning."

Her mood brightened slightly at that but she still looked disappointed. She stared down at Harry through narrowed eyes, "Tomorrow?"

"Definitely," Harry told her with a smile, "I'll even let you wake me as early as you want." She giggled happily at that and leaned down to give him a hug and quick kiss on the cheek, which surprised him. She leaned back with a smile and slight tinge of red on her cheeks. He could feel his own brightening as well, "Have fun lazing about, sleepy."

He stuck his tongue out at her before resting his head back down on the pillow. He awoke an hour later, got dressed and made his way toward Lord Ulric's tent hoping to find something to eat. He pushed the flap of the tent out of his way and stopped when he noticed that not only was Ulric in the tent, but he wasn't alone. He was having a conversation with Olenna.

"….such a shame that you decided to have young Arthur squire with your eldest son." Olenna's sharp voice carried through the tent.

Ulric smiled indulgently, "Larra was reluctant to send Arthur away after Arlan squired for Lord Guliann Swann. At his mother's behest, Arlan agreed to take his younger brother as his squire." Ulric smiled wryly, "Trust me when I say that I doubt you will be the only one disappointed he didn't squire with their family."

Olenna snorted, "Many are disappointed already Ulric. Arthur's talent is well known, and his skill speaks well of both himself and the man who teaches him."

"I am well aware but…" He trailed off at that moment as he realized Olenna's attention was no longer on him but Harry instead.

"Apologies, my Lord. I was late in rising and was searching out something to eat." Harry's eyes flitted to Olenna and he bowed his head, "I did not mean to intrude on your conversation with the Lady Olenna."

Ulric made to speak but was interrupted by Olenna, "Nonsense boy, our conversation was just coming to a close." She stood as did Ulric, they exchanged farewells before she walked over to Harry and looked down at him, though he was nearly as tall even at nine years old.

"You have excellent manners for a former street urchin… too good I think. Then again perhaps you have just had a particularly impressive tutor. " That knowing look he'd seen the other day was in her eye again. She leaned close and spoke softly enough so that only he could hear, "The sigil of my house do you know what it is?" Harry nodded his head sharply and she continued, "The rose, it is all too common in Highgarden but I prefer the lily."

Harry's eyes snapped to hers and she was smiling slyly and brought a hand up to rest on his brow, "With eyes like yours, I would think you a Lannister bastard but they are different, more, unique even. And there was one woman I knew with similar eyes, I hope she is well." Harry understood her meaning and he gave her the faintest of nods.

Clearly satisfied, Olenna moved out of his personal space then, "It was a pleasure, young Harry. Let us hope that Arlan and the master of arms at Starfall can prove to make you as much of a knight as it appears Arthur will one day become." With that she exited the tent, a guard he hadn't even noticed right on her heels.

Ulric cleared his throat to grab Harry's attention, "There is a tray of food on the table awaiting you." Harry sat and began digging in before Ulric spoke again, "Olenna Tyrell is quite the interesting woman, sharper than most by far." Harry didn't know how to respond to that so Ulric elaborated, "We spoke of all our children… and you. She seemed to take quite an interest in you." Ulric laughed, "Of course, that's because she wasn't actually here to see me, she was here to see you."

Harry swallowed the food in his mouth, "I don't know why she would wish to see me," He sat in silent thought for a moment, "I remember little of her. I know only that she is a friend of my mother's and aided us."

"Aye, and it will be interesting to see if she ever wants anything in return for that aid in future." Ulric said more to himself than anything, "Eat up Harry, the archery contest shall be taking place shortly and I doubt you will want to miss it."

The other Daynes joined them a short while later and as a group they made their way over to the targets where the archery contest was to be held. Harry sat beside Ashara to watch the spectacle. There were fifty contestants in total and the victor was to be decided in six rounds, ten being eliminated in each of the first four, the fifth taking it down to the best two archers and the last deciding the victor. The winner of the competition would be given 500 dragons.

As they waited Harry spoke with Ashara, "So… what did you do with Arthur while I was sleeping?"

She scowled at him and pointedly ignored him in favor of the contest in front of them but he could tell she was just having a go at him. She was quite happy with me when she left the tent after all. So, as inconspicuously as he could manage he poked her in the ribs, she squeaked before retaliating with a poke of her own. They kept poking each other without drawing the attention of those around them until she was smiling again. He asked his question again and this time she answered.

"Arthur was nice enough to take into a field south of here," She told him as they watched the first volley of arrows fired, "He set up a target for me and I spent the time shooting arrows. It was quite enjoyable," She smirked in her brother's direction, "I must admit it's nice to know I'm a bit better with a bow than him." Arthur's ears turned the slightest bit red but he didn't rise to his sister's jibe.

By the time they reached the third round of the contest, Ashara was thoroughly unimpressed with the competitors, "I can shoot better than at least half of the people remaining… and I'm nine."

"Don't give them that much credit Ash," Harry said conspiratorially, "you're not nine yet." She looked pleased for a moment before she realized that he was teasing her and knocked his shoulder. She looked betrayed as she noticed Arthur silently laughing at Harry's side.

"You are right though," He nudged her shoulder, to regain her attention, "you could out shoot most of them." She smirked smugly at that as they watched the end of the competition.

In the end, the best of the archers turned out to be a man named Ulmer. He had a raggedy black beard, and a closely shaven head. Both Ashara and Arthur had said from the beginning he was likely to turn out the victor. He hit the bulls-eye from each distance as the rounds progressed.

The crowd moved from the archery contest quickly over to the joust as the knights prepared themselves for the next round of competition. They helped Arlan into his armor just as the day prior and he made his way out to the cheer of the crowd. Lord Luthor proved to be a difficult opponent though Arlan came out the victor. He broke five lances and finished the match in the seventh tilt. The Tyrell lord looked nonplussed at his loss. Between the matches jugglers and fire swallowers took to the yard to entertain the crowd as the next contestants prepared. And no doubt to make the spectacle longer as well.

It was when only thirty-two riders remained that Arlan was finally eliminated. In his own first round, Ser Barristan unhorsed Lord Steffon in ten tilts, over the course of which both broke seven lances. Still the Kingsguard was prepared to face off against his younger opponent.

Arlan performed well against the famed knight. He broke four lances against Ser Barristan and nearly knocked him from his horse in the fifth tilt. The match lasted until the seventh tilt when Ser Barristan struck Arlan in the far shoulder and sent him tumbling to the dirt, his helmet flying off in the process. Arlan grabbed his helm from where it landed, waved to the crowd and then bowed to Ser Barristan before collecting his horse and walking away to applause.

"It was a good showing lads," Arlan said with a smile to his two squires, "but I was beaten by one of the greatest knights in the realm and there is no shame in that." Harry and Arthur nodded as they helped him out of his armor and immediately set to work at cleaning and buffing it.

The sun was just beginning to set on the horizon when the second day of the tourney came to an end. Ser Barristan was unhorsed by his sworn brother, Prince Lewyn, while the Lord Commander had been unhorsed by his own nephew Leyton Hightower. Tygett Lannister unhorsed, Ser Oswell Whent. And they were the three favorites going into the final day. The melee would take place prior to the last of the joust.

That night Harry expected they would take part in that night's feast, but Arthur had other plans. Instead Harry found himself in a clearing outside of the camp along with Arlan, Lucas, and the other guards. Arthur stood alone against the five of them, a greatsword in hand. This was his way of preparing for a melee and, more importantly, battles he would likely be involved in the future. As the moon rose on the clear spring night, the singing of steel could be heard in the little clearing.

Arthur was something to behold fully armored, and with an intense focus. He wielded the greatsword with greater ease than most men wielded a longsword. He was a whirlwind of motion, dodging and blocking blows with all the fluidity of a dancer. Harry lost count of how many times he was knocked on his ass that night but he wasn't particularly surprised. Arthur was always impressively dangerous, but his single minded focus left him nigh untouchable. In a moment of frustration, Harry made Arthur stumble by moving a rock in the path of his step but it served as little deterrent for him as he continued his assault until he had his five opponents exhausted as he heaved great breaths as well.

As they walked back to their tent Arthur grasped Harry's shoulder, "Thank you for your help, Harry. You acquitted yourself well, better than Addam, and he's more than three times your age."

Despite his bruises, Harry smiled at the compliment, "Well you still handled us easily enough."

"True," Arthur admitted with a shrug of his shoulders, "But you only keep getting better, Harry. And someday, I have no doubt you'll be capable of much the same."

They ate a quick meal when they arrived back at their tent before going to sleep for the night.

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The following morning, as he expected, he was awoken bright and early by Ashara. After bathing and eating, he followed her through the town until they came upon the group of children from their talk two days prior. Ashara seemed hesitant for a moment, afraid that perhaps they would have seen either Harry or her at the tourney among the squires and nobles but none had noticed, or at least chose not to mention it.

The knaves were to steal an old cloth from the knights, which they were to return to a small boat by the river that served as their home base. If the knights managed to send each of the knaves to the dungeon, a small alcove under one of the bridges across the river, then they would win. As the eldest, Morra and Davin served as the first of the knights.

Morra pursued Harry, Ashara, Eve, Alan, and Theo throughout the town while Davin guarded the cloth on his own. Harry, Ashara, and Alan stuck close to one another, staying out of sight until they found Davin guarding the cloth while Eve and Theo served as a distraction for Morra. When they drew close to their adversary they stopped out of sight, "Alright," Harry said to the other two, "two of us should pull him away from the cloth while the third sneaks behind and grabs the cloth."

"Simple enough," Ashara said with a slight smile, while Alan just nodded timidly, clearly still not used to the newcomers. Alan and Harry distracted Davin and drew him away from the cloth. Who would have thought that calling someone's mother a hamster would work so well? Ashara slipped in behind and snatched up the cloth. What came next was a rather frantic foot race through the town with Ashara narrowly making it back to the boat before Marra caught her.

They played twice more, once where Harry and Ashara played as the knights and succeeded in capturing all the knaves, and in the other they were on opposing teams. Ashara and Eve played as the knights and Harry ended up being caught by the Lady Dayne. She is never going to let me live that down. In fact, even as they made their way back to the tent to ready themselves for the melee, she still made comment about how she, "would always be the better knight, poor knave." He let her gloat only because he knew there was no good way of getting back at her.

They went to the stands with Arlan and Ulric and watched as the melee began. There were forty-three contestants in total, Arthur and Oberyn being the youngest of those fighting. Lord Steffon decided to take part in the melee, likely against his wife's wishes if the scowl on her face was any indication. Despite being the host of the event, Lord Ashford took the field as well. Ser Gwayne and Ser Oswell of the Kingsguard participated; Barristan and Lewyn refrained given their places in the coming joust. Gerion Lannister stood out from the rest of the fighters in his golden armor.

The rules of this particular melee were quite simple, no mounts were to be used and to win you must be the last man standing at the end of the fight. You could be removed from the fight by incapacitation or by yielding to an opponent. It began on King Aerys command, and some of the squires and younger knights, namely Mace Tyrell and Olymer Oakheart, jumped straight into the fray while others, like Arthur waited and watched with the understanding that the melee was a marathon not a sprint.

Lord Steffon knocked three men out of the competition in the first thirty minutes. First, with a strike to the head, he incapacitated a knight from the House Ambrose. Next a knight from House Merryweather yielded when Lord Baratheon battered his shield to nothing but splinters. Finally he broke the arm of a young man from House Marbrand, who promptly fainted when he saw the odd angle of his arm.

Arthur found himself fighting Gerion Lannister early on during the melee, a good distance away from the main part of the skirmish. The youngest of Tywin's brothers wielded a sword and shield with some skill, but he was no match for the younger Dayne. Arthur tore through his guard, knocking Gerion's shield to the ground and bringing Gerion to his knees before the slightly older boy yielded with a cry that could be heard over the din of steel meeting steel.

Next he found himself fighting the Heir of Highgarden, who was clad in finely crafted steel tinted green and adorned with gold flowers. His beautiful armor did him little good before Arthur's sword though. His sword slashed through the air in wide arcs almost immediately putting Mace on the defensive in the ever muddier field of battle. Mace attempted to shift the tide of the fight by pressing an attack but he lacked the advantage, instead Arthur closed in and with the hilt of his sword smacked Mace in the head and sent him reeling to the ground, the young Tyrell lost his sword and dazedly yielded a moment later.

Oberyn was the only combatant wielding a spear, and it was clear to Harry that the Prince of Dorne knew how to properly use the uncommon weapon. He lashed out like a snake from the grass, and managed to take two other knights unawares, the tip of his spear resting dangerously against their necks.

His time in the fight came to an end when Ser Gwyane met him in the battle. Unlike many of the other knights present, Gwayne had fought men who preferred the spear over the sword and while the young Prince of Dorne may one day be the more skilled, the Kingsguard was the more experienced. Oberyn found the distance necessary to effectively wield the spear cut short and a blade pressed to his chest, he was forced to yield to the elder man. A moment later, Ser Gwayne removed an exhausted Olymer Oakheart from the competition, with cuts to both his left leg and arm.

After an hour of competition only fifteen fighters remained. Among them were the two Kingsguard, Lord Steffon, Lord Arron, and Arthur; Arthur being the only squire of the bunch.

Arthur found himself battling Lord Sumner Crackehall, who used a morningstar. Arthur dodged around the older man, always keeping him in front while also keeping an eye on the others in the battle. He brought his greatsword up with a slash. When Lord Crakehall attempted to block the blow, he clearly wasn't expecting the force behind it as it drove him back three steps. Arthur walked after him and kicked out with his left leg, sending the man face first into the mud at which point his head became all but lodged in the mud. He yielded… though it was muffled by the mud and the japes of the crowd.

Lord Steffon used his hammer to destroy the shield of a knight from House Darklyn. There was a sickening crunch as the wood finally relented to his attack, and based on the scream that emitted from the man's mouth something in his arm suffered as well. Lord Steffon then swept the legs out from a knight of House Rosby, whose back was turned to him. He raised his hammer in warning only for the knight to yield.

Ser Oswell and Ser Gwayne found their blades crossed. The sworn brothers went at each other ferociously, and despite the sounds of the ever dwindling battle their jokes at one another's expense could be heard much to the joy of the spectators. In the end, it was Ser Oswell that won the fight when Ser Gwayne slipped in the mud and was forced to one knee. He managed to hold out against his comrade for a minute more but the assault proved too much and he yielded. When he took off his helm, he bowed to the crowd and cheered for Oswell.

Arthur danced away from Lord Ashford, who was expending a great deal of energy on an offensive. He threw around savage swings but none hit home as Arthur deflected and dodged all that came near his person. With a yell Lord Ashford brought his sword down in a wide arc and, while Arthur deflected the blow, it pushed him to one knee. Lord Ashford relaxed for just a moment and it proved to be his undoing. Arthur's left arm flashed out, and his gauntleted hand made contact right with his opponent's knee, pulling a wailing scream from the lord. He went down in a heap not to rise for the fight again.

The number dwindled slowly over the course of the next half an hour, until only Ser Oswell and Arthur remained. Lord Steffon had been the last to fall before the final two remained. He was unable to pivot and avoid a blow from Arthur, while at the same time guarding against a stab from Oswell. He chose the less damaging of the two attacks and it crashed into the metal guarding his ribs. The blow sent the large Lord of Storms's End to the ground and he yielded as both of his remaining opponents closed in. He removed his horned helmet and despite his loss and injury there was a smile on his face.

Ser Oswell and Arthur circled each other; whatever fatigue they felt was invisible to the crowd as they steeled themselves for this last bit of fighting. They came together and the singing of their steel drew a cheer from the crowd. Harry and Ashara were on their feet cheering Arthur, though they'd been in much the same position the duration of the fight. Ser Oswell was not a member of the Kingsguard for no reason though, he guarded as well as he attacked and he was patient, knowing when best to attack the younger boy on instinct. But Arthur just kept on pushing back, his greatsword digging into the metal and wood of Oswell's shield or clashing with the steel of his sword.

Five minutes into their fight, Arthur stabbed with his sword and it was blocked by Oswell only for his blade to sink and lodge in the wood. Arthur pulled trying to free his weapon while Oswell took advantage of the situation and slashed at Arthur's helm. The younger Dayne, ducked and with both hands, he leveraged his sword upward forcing Oswell into the air as his arm buckled. The Kingsguard was forced to abandon his shield and on his next slash, Arthur shattered it on the man's armor. While it sent him stumbling for a moment he righted himself before Arthur had the opportunity to take further advantage.

Ten minutes in, and just before the melee had reached two hour in length, their fight came to an end. Arthur attacked, slashing at Oswell left side only to have it deflected. He reared back then and stabbed at Oswell's stomach. The older knight, locked his blade and pushed him back, pulling his sword from his hand in the process, many a men would have yielded then and Oswell all but expected it for a brief moment but instead Arthur closed the gap and drove his shoulder into the older man's chest, knocking him off balance and tumbling backward. Quickly, Arthur regained his sword and started pressing the Kingsguard. Oswell parried a few blows from the ground but Arthur just loomed ever closer over him until he brought his foot down straight on his opponents hand, pinning it and his weapon to the ground. Oswell made to swing at Arthur's leg with his other arm but he stopped when he felt cold steel touch at the gap between his helmet and his chestpiece.

There was a moment of stunned silence as the fighting came to an end and then before anyone else, Harry and Ashara were on their feet cheering for Arthur as hard as their voices would allow after two hours of over usage. The crowd roared to life just a split second later as Arthur helped Oswell to his feet, the Kingsguard removed his helmet adorned with bat's wings and offered a bow to the young man who'd beaten him. Arthur offered a bow of his own in deference before turning to the King and doing the same. He waved to the crowd for a long moment before making his way off his muddied field of victory.

The Daynes and Harry left the stands before any others and found Arthur back at the tent, slowly removing his armor with more than one grunt of pain. He was fatigued and stunk of sweat, the evidence of it all across his brow and on his shirt but despite all that he was smiling. Even as he protested, Ashara hugged him. He returned the gesture gently, not wanting to ruin her dress.

"You were absolutely brilliant," She yelled to her beloved brother as Harry nodded vigorously in agreement. Arthur smiled at her and ruffled her hair even as Harry approached and helped him out of the last of his armor. Arthur gave him a grateful look as his father and brother approached.

Arlan rested his hand on his younger brother's head and ruffled his sweat-slicked silver locks, "You've won your first melee at thirteen brother, few can boast as much… I mean, Seven Hells, I've yet to win a tourney of my own. I think it might be time to just get it out of the way and knight you."

Ulric laughed from beside them, "It would certainly seem that way wouldn't it." He kneeled down and looked his son straight in the eye, their near identical indigo eyes locking on one another, "I couldn't be prouder of you Arthur, not just because you won but because of how you won. And your mother will be just as proud, as will your master at arms I think. " He smirked, "Though you might want to hide your bruises from your mother."

"Apologies Lord Dayne," All eyes snapped to the entrance of the tent, where Rhaegar stood with his hands behind his back, "I did not mean to intrude on your family but I find myself pressed for time with the joust starting soon."

Lord Dayne bowed his head, "No apologies necessary, my Prince, and please come in."

Rhaegar acknowledged Ulric before stepping forward and offering a small smile to his friend, "Congratulations Arthur, I have long said it would only be a matter of time before you found yourself the victor in a melee. And I doubt we will have to wait many more years before you are dominating the lists."

Arthur let out a short chuckle, "I can only hope to dominate the lists until you find your way among them, but you were right… I won a melee far sooner than I expected."

"Ser Oswell shall be sore for a month, I think. He was complaining about the bruises you left on his arse before I came here." Rhaegar jested and all save Arthur were silently surprised. It was rare to hear Rhaegar so open, but he was more comfortable around his closest friend than he was others, even if they were in the company of his family.

"I doubt it was me who left Ser Oswell's arse sore, your Grace," Arthur smirked, "though I imagine he shall find his sword hand stiff for some time."

Rhaegar laughed lightly, "Too true, my friend," Ser Barristan stuck his head in and gained the Prince's attention, "It seems I must be going, I shall expect to see you all at the feast tonight. Most of you have been absent as of yet." He looked to Harry, "I imagine Arthur has been busying you with other things, but he will be doing none of that tonight I assure you." Harry bowed his head and with that the Prince bid the Daynes farewell and made his way out of the tent.

The end of the joust proved anticlimactic for Harry. After the exhilaration of the melee and Arthur's victory, watching as Prince Lewyn managed to unhorse Tygett Lannister in twelve tilts in which a total of fifteen lances were broken didn't have quite the same affect, despite it being the best joust of the day. The Dornishman went on to defeat Lord Leyton Hightower in the final match in just six tilts. Upon his victory, as was quite common among the Kingsguard, Lewyn presented Queen Rhaella with a crown of white roses, making her the queen of love and beauty. She accepted with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes though the King seemed pleased with his knight's victory.

The rest of the day passed quickly until the point that Harry found himself walking with Ashara and Arthur into the great hall of Ashford Castle. Harry wore the crimson shirt Ashara sewed him underneath a silver coat.

The great hall was filling quickly with lords and ladies. The King and Queen sat at the head table with the Lord Ashford and his wife. Dozens of long tables filled the hall from end to end, each one covered in dishes from around the kingdoms. On the left hand side of the room as one entered, there were musicians playing a pleasant tune that only added to the ever growing noise of the room.

The Daynes took their seat at one of the tables and as he took everything in, Harry couldn't help but feel ever so slightly overwhelmed by the crowd around him. There had been small feasts at Starfall, but nothing of this magnitude. And to think, this is nothing compared to what might be put together at Lannisport or in the capital. Harry was surprised when the Princess Aliandra with Elia, Oberyn and the Yronwoods sat down across from each other.

Aliandra, Arlan and Ulric took up a conversation of their own while the Yronwoods spoke with the Gargalen's across from them, leaving the younger Martells and Daynes to speak freely.

Noticing Harry's look of surprise Oberyn decided to try and lighten his mood, "We Dornishmen must stick together; otherwise, we are sure to have quite the disappointing time. After all, we're the only ones who know how to have a proper party." He flashed the people across from him a roguish smile. Harry and Ashara chuckled but Harry couldn't help but find the young prince across from him familiar.

It was the smile more than anything, and in a moment Harry saw a flash of a man, dark-haired like the prince but older with grey eyes instead of dark, almost black. This man's flesh was pale, as though he'd been deprived the feel of warmth on his skin for a long time, but there was that smile. This was someone important to his other self, Harrion could feel the sense of affection the face brought to some deeper part of his being. Sirius Black. The name flitted across through his mind like a whisper on the wind.

Introductions were made, or at least Harry was introduced to the Martells. Fortunately it was quicker than the tale told to Rhaegar earlier, as they simply accepted the short version of his coming to be among the Daynes.

The young princess looked to Arthur, "Congratulations," Elia's voice could be heard over the noise around them despite its soft quality, "on your victory in the melee today Arthur."

Arthur smiled at the princess, "Thank you, my Lady, I count myself lucky that certain men," his eyes darted behind them where Prince Lewyn now stood, "didn't participate."

Elia smirked at him, "Oh, you're right I'm sure. My uncle is quite the skilled warrior, and should you have met in the field… well I'm not saying you would have lost but you would have had a bit more mud on that armor of yours."

"I disagree, princess," Ashara said defiantly from beside her brother, "Any man who crossed weapons with Arthur today was likely to find themselves screaming their loss to the crowd." Elia looked surprised by the younger girl's vehemence. She admired her loyalty to her brother, even if Ashara had missed the teasing nature of the conversation. Harry was ready to respond to any who thought to refute Ashara. Arthur would have won regardless of who else was on the field today.

"Perhaps you're right, Princess Elia," Arthur admitted with a smile while ruffling his sister's hair, "Or maybe Ashara is right and I would have put a bit of mud on that white armor of his instead." Lewyn silently laughed at Arthur's jibe without alerting his nephew and niece of his presence.

Oberyn grabbed an olive from a bowl in front of them and popped it into his mouth as he interjected, "I'm not so sure you believe that anyway, dear sister." He turned to her with a playful glint in his eye, "I believe I heard your voice in the crowd of people calling out in favor of Arthur as loudly as it did mine." Elia glared at her brother though there was a slight blush on her cheeks, and it only made him laugh and feign injury, "It wounded me quite deeply I must say, I lost the heart to fight and that is why Ser Gwayne so easily removed me from the competition." Ashara and Harry laughed and he shot them a quick wink.

"Really nephew," The younger Martells turned to look at the man behind them happily, "Gwayne told it quite differently, and from what I could see you were far too worried about your offensive, and forgot to keep your distance." His eyes shifted to Arthur, "On the other hand, Oswell had nothing but good things to say of you Arthur. Truly, you wield that greatsword with more ease than I've ever witnessed from a boy of three and ten."

"Well," Oberyn announced loudly, "I think it is as much the fine tutelage of Ser Arlan as it is Arthur's natural talent." His dark gaze turned to Harry, who to this point had been listening in amused, if rapt, silence, "That ought to mean we shall see you winning a melee in short order."

"I… I wouldn't go so far as that my Lord," Harry stuttered for a moment, but corrected himself quickly, "though… I shall last longer than you did in just a short time."

Everyone stared at him for a long moment, and he feared that he may have overstepped. But then, Ashara allowed a tiny giggle to escape her lips and a moment later everyone burst into laughter, Prince Lewyn included.

Elia slapped her brother on the shoulder, "It would seem, dear brother, that you bit off a bit more than you could chew with this one."

"If your blade turns out as quick as your wit, perhaps you will be as much a fighter as Arthur someday." Oberyn told him with another of his roguish smiles.

Ashara leaned in so that only Harry could hear, "I always thought we needed to catch your wit up to your blade." He gaped at her for a moment but when he noticed her shoulders shaking in laughter he just stuck his tongue out at her. There exchange went unnoticed by all save Elia.

Prince Lewyn's attention had fixed on Arthur, "I did come over here for a reason. If you would come with me Arthur, the King and Lord Ashford wish to present you with your winnings for the melee." Arthur stood immediately and joined the Kingsguard and Lord Leyton on the raised dais before the King.

Prince Lewyn was awarded 2,000 dragons for his victory in the joust, while both Lord Leyton and Arthur were gifted 1,000 for winning the melee and coming in second in the joust. There was a general round of applause from the gathered nobles. As the noise died down, the king's voice could be heard by many in the room, "Lord Ashford, some of the most exhilarating tourneys in history have taken place here. We shall build a permanent arena from stone in the meadow so that you might hold them more frequently." The king finished his declaration verbosely. Lord Ashford looked pleased while beside the king, Tywin scowled more severely than usual.

Harry heard as Princess Aliandra confided in Ulric and Arlan, "The King has become notorious for such claims, just a few short months ago, when he visited Sunspear, he claimed that he would build a great underground canal that would make the desert bloom." She scoffed and leaned slightly closer so as not to be overheard, "He sounded quite the fool. And whatever else he might be, at least Lord Tywin is efficient, as I cringe to think what state the kingdom would be in otherwise."

Ulric nodded and added his own thoughts, "Lucerys tells me that Aerys has started to become contemptuous of Tywin's successes, and finds great pleasure when others at court slight him in any way."

"I have heard much the same," Aliandra agreed readily, "and I am surprised Joanna is here… I know her to be uncomfortable in the King's company and when he has wine in him he can be quite inappropriate."

"She has left the feast early the past two nights," Ulric reasoned, "I doubt it will be any different tonight." That is rather interesting, I was not aware the king was quite so… eccentric.

The feast continued on, food and drink were taken in equal measure and eventually the tables were moved aside and room was made to dance. Harry was grateful for the formal training in dance he'd received from both his mother and Larra as he took both Ashara and Elia around the room. He grew hot in his coat during the dancing and when he danced with Elia she commented on it.

"That is quite the lovely shirt," There was a knowing gleam in her eye, "Ashara told me she made it for you."

"She did," Harry admitted and he was glad for the dancing as his cheeks were already flushed, "it was her name day present to me."

"The snake must have some significance to the two of you," Harry stiffened ever so slightly, concerned what Ashara might have said, "As your gift to her had a similar design?"

"Ah," Harry said sheepishly, "We had a run-in with a snake when traveling along the Torrentine. We both seemed to have been taken by the image since." Elia hummed to herself as the twirled around the room with the rest of the crowd and Harry didn't particularly know what to make of that.

Rhaegar could be seen just a few times among the crowd, dancing with a few highborn ladies, including the Dornish princess and his own mother. But the highlight of the night as it pertained to the Prince was when he took up the harp. Almost the entirety of the crowd stopped to watch as his fingers glided effortlessly, plucking out a beautiful melody. More than one of the ladies in the room looked almost dazed as he played.

Harry and Arthur stood next to one another and listened as he played, "He is an impressive musician." Harry commented to the older boy.

"There is little about Rhaegar that isn't impressive as you get to know him," Arthur said with a faint smile, "He is a unique friend in that regard."

"You are one of the few who can boast such," A deep almost drawling voice said from behind them. The boys turned to see Lord Tywin there with his twins. Harry looked around to see Joanna speaking with Aliandra nearby. Tywin offered his hand to the young Dayne, "Congratulations on your victory, Arthur. I suppose we can expect great things from you in the future." From his side Jaime was staring at Arthur in wide-eyed wonder, clearly impressed by the older boys' earlier exploits.

"Thank you Lord Hand," Arthur said politely as Harry resisted the urge to fidget in his discomfort. While he had expected to see Tywin from afar, he hadn't expected to come face to face with him.

"Your eyes," Harry looked down to see the observant eyes of Cersei looking at him intently, "they almost glow they are so green." She spoke well for being only four, unsurprising given her high birth.

Arthur stifled a chuckle as Harry failed miserably thinking of a way to respond to that. He was saved from thinking of something when Lord Tywin spoke up, "My daughter is right," His golden-flecked green eyes scrutinized Harry with an intensity he wasn't accustomed to that left him feeling naked, "but then the Prince informed me that you are originally from the Westerlands, so I am unsurprised." Harry breathed an internal sigh of relief but it was quickly broken as Tywin continued, "Though, I must say your story stuck me as odd. I remember no bandits along the road to Lannisport from Oxcross some nine years ago."

Harry swallowed, "I am afraid I have no further explanation, my Lord, I know only what I was told in a letter from my mother."

Tywin's eyes narrowed, "That was a different time though I suppose, so much to deal with. The Reynes and Tarbecks defied their liege lord and it left the West in no small amount of turmoil."

Harry stiffened ever so slightly, "As you say, my Lord, I was but a babe. My mother made no mention of the rebellion though I am aware of the rather impressive way in which you ended it."

"Your mother, yes." Tywin tapped his chin, "I cannot say that I know many literate potters, much less their wives."

"Then I suppose that my mother must have been an exceptional woman, and my father as well." It took Harry some effort to keep the edge out of his voice, "I only wish they could have lived their lives the way they deserved, but the Seven were not so kind."

Tywin searched Harry's emerald green eyes with his own, and he hoped that he hadn't given anything away, "Well they have shown you some kindness," He glanced in Arthur's direction and he understood the meaning. Tywin placed a hand on both of the twin's backs who both bid them farewell before he pushed them slightly, "I bid both of you a good night." They responded in kind and Harry found himself breathing deeply to calm his frazzled nerves.

The rest of the night passed in a blur for him as he replayed the exchange over and over again in his head, hoping that Tywin had been nothing more than curious. The last thing I wish to do is put my parents or the Daynes in danger.

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After the excitement of the tourney, the journey back to Starfall offered the opportunity to wind down. Fortunately, for Ashara at least, it didn't feel half as long as the journey there. The first night back, they regaled Larra, Reynard and Lily with stories of the tourney. Harry wasn't sure who was more proud of Arthur's achievement his mother or Harry's father but, both certainly offered their heartfelt congratulations.

In private, Harry told his parents of his brief conversation with Tywin. His father tried valiantly to soothe his concerns, "Whatever Tywin might think Harry, we are outside of his influence and even further outside of his concern. He has responsibilities that far outweigh some minor suspicions regarding the second squire of the heir to a noble Dornishman." He glanced at Lily and she nodded slightly, "I do not believe that you gave him any reason to doubt the truth of your story. If anything he is likely to think you some distantly related bastard to his own family than he is to think you related to a man he believes to be dead."

Lily ran a hand through Harry's hair and smiled at him, "You cannot worry yourself over such things, Harrion. There is nothing you can do to control what might come, and should something come of it, we will deal with it." Harry's eyes widened slightly, "And nothing will happen to the Daynes should their aid be discovered. We shall insure that much if nothing else." Harry wasn't sure how his mother managed to read him so easily but he imagined that was just something all mothers could manage if they so wished. He went to bed that night more relaxed than he'd been on the road returning to Starfall, but still there was the slightest hint of worry needling at the back of his mind.

A week after they returned, Harry and Ashara were walking along the bank of the Torrentine quite a long way further from the castle than they would usually choose to venture. Around Ashara's shoulders sat the snake, Upir. Their first attempt at finding the supposed ship he'd spoken of had failed miserably. The decided together that they would seek out the snake in the hopes that he could better guide them to its location. Both were more than a little excited at the prospect and were truly curious as to what they might find.

'Look,' Upir spoke up for the first time in nearly an hour, the gentle motion of Ashara's walk lulling him to sleep for a time, 'that hill there, beneath it you shall find the ship I spoke of.'

Ashara looked at him expectantly and started bouncing when he smiled at her, "It would seem we are here."

"Well, what are we waiting for then?!" She gently removed Upir from her shoulder s and set him down in the sand by the bank before she promptly started removing her shirt and trousers, leaving her in just her small clothes and tight white shift. Harry knew telling her to remain behind while he went to scout out this supposed vessel would be futile so instead, he too stripped down until he was in just his smallclothes. He resisted the urge to blush being nearly nude before Ashara and felt slightly heartened by the fact she averted her eyes with a slight blush at his nakedness.

'We shall return for you,' Harry said to their serpentine companion. Upir did what he could only assume was the snake's equivalent to a shoulder shrug before lying his head in the warm sand.

Together they stepped into the water; it was cool, only being a new spring but it certainly wasn't bitter cold. The current was weak there, slowly pulling south toward the Summer Sea. They submerged their heads beneath the current. As Harry opened his eyes, he felt the keen sting of the water. By the time he'd adjusted, Ashara had already started swimming toward the cave in the side of the riverside hill. It was large, clearly large enough for a vessel of rather considerable size to fit.

She was the better of the two of them at swimming, so as she pushed herself ever deeper, her legs pumping forcefully. He kept himself near the surface for the time being. There is no guarantee that there will be an air pocket in that cave and I'd rather not take the risk. It did not take long before she was entirely out of sight.

He stopped and took a deep breath just where the large hill met the bank, only to pause as Ashara's head popped up beside him. Her eyes were bright red but full of unbridled glee, "There is something there Harry! There is actually something there!" She tread water beside him, "And as an added benefit, there is an air pocket in the cave."

"Excellent," Harry said with a smile.

Ashara giggled before her expression turned serious, "I would recommend being cautious, it is quite dark in there and there is no telling what could be lurking in the shadows." She splashed him once to lighten the mood, "Deep breath now, Harry."

The both submerged again and a few sort seconds later, Harry got his first proper look at the cave and ship. The cave was large, probably a hundred feet from top to bottom, and maybe half again as wide. There were a few smaller fish swimming around in the mostly stagnant waters of the cave and various algae growing along the floor and walls of the riverside cave.

The ship was in surprisingly good condition given it had likely been sunken for quite some time. However along its hull there was an obvious gash that had likely brought it to the depths. The current probably pushed it into the cave from there. It was some thirty feet in length from bow to stern and its sails were ripped but still held a faint reddish color.

As they drew nearer Harry noticed a skeleton in some seaweed just a few feet from the actual ship, but it appeared as though the person had been trying to reach the ship, not flee. Ashara obviously noticed it too as she stopped for a moment before continuing. They reached the ship and surveyed the deck. There was nothing of particular import there and both moved up to the air pocket to prepare before exploring the rest of the vessel.

Ashara pushed her hair from her eyes before speaking, "I will check the cabin, you check the hull. There is bound to be something to tell us where this ship came from."

"No," Harry said firmly, bringing her eyes back to him before she managed to sink beneath the water again, "We will search both areas together." She made to protest but he cut her off, "I don't care if it takes longer! It will be safer if we do it together."

She remained silent and Harry gave her a pointed look, "Fine! We do it together." Harry smiled a little smugly before taking a deep breath and diving down. They went back down to the ship and pushed open the wooden door to the cabin. Inside there was little save a worn bed. But there was a chest, considerably heavier than he expected and still locked. They moved out so that it rested on the deck before returning for air again.

"We will carry the chest back up to the surface after we check the hull," Harry said between heaving breaths. Ashara just nodded her agreement before they made their last trip down into the ship. They swam into the hull through the destroyed side. It was darker in there than it was anywhere else in the cave and they were nearly blind. There were just a few weapons along the side, many of them spears, many of them corroded. Harry noted that they were made of iron. It was a shield that rested against the wall that told them where the ship came from though.

Emblazoned on an iron shield was a red sun, just a red sun. This is one of Nymeria's ten thousand ships. Harry stared blankly at the sigil before he started pointing frantically at the shield to catch Ashara's attention. She had swum deeper into the ship and came back, but that is when he noticed that something was following her. By her leg there was an eel some ten feet in length preparing to strike her, unbeknownst to Harry there was at that same moment another unfriendly water dweller at his back.

At the same moment, Ashara grabbed the dagger that rested on her thigh and Harry grabbed a sheathed dagger from where it rested on a shelf. He took the dagger from its home grabbed the eel near its head with his left hand before bring the dagger down and piercing its skull in one fluid motion. The eel floated limply in the water. He turned to help Ashara only to find that she'd sliced his own assailant open from its middle all the way up to its head.

Harry could feel himself beginning to run out of air and hurriedly grabbed a shield from where it rested against the wall. He forced his way back up to the air pocket and breathed deeply as brought both the dagger and the shield up for his inspection. The shield fared far better than the spears, it was only slightly corroded and the red sun on its face looked almost as good as new, quite a feat given the centuries it had been under water. The dagger on the other hand was a far greater surprise, it was in perfect condition sharp as the day it was made and the faint light rippled along its length. This is a Valyrian steel dagger!

Ashara burst up out of the water at that moment, "Thank you so much for leaving me down there!" She splashed water on him and scowled.

"You're the better swimmer Ash and I thought you were right behind me." Harry tried to reason with her.

She smiled, "Oh, I was but I thought I would try and bring the chest up myself so we didn't have to do it together… it didn't work, obviously." She looked at the dagger in his hand, "Seven Hells, is that a Valyrian dagger?"

"It is," Harry said softly before shaking himself, "let's get back to dry land, we will need to hurry to reach Starfall at a reasonable hour." She nodded seriously, and they dove, grabbed the chest, and made their way out of the cave and to the shore. They redressed themselves, Harry feeling rather stupid for having left his own dagger on the shore with his belt before Ashara grabbed Upir and they made their way back to the castle.

Harry carried the shield but gave the dagger to Ashara. She looked surprised when he extended it to her but he just shrugged, "I've only just been given a new dagger, and I think you'll find it more useful for the time being than I will." She smiled sheepishly and hugged him despite their slightly wet clothes.

When they arrived back at Starfall eyes followed them through the castle as they went in search of their parents. The found them dining and as they pushed through the doors all eyes locked on them. Larra was the first to speak, "Where have you two been? And where did you find that chest?"

Harry rubbed the back of his neck guiltily as Ashara averted her eyes under her mother's stern gaze, "We were walking along the Torrentine, a bit farther than we really should have, and decided to go for a swim." He hesitated a moment as he noticed the look on his own mother's face, "While in the river we noticed a cave and decided to investigate."

"And what was in this cave?" Ulric's voice was far more curious than accusatory.

"Well there was a ship, so… we investigated the ship, found this chest, killed a couple of eels, found a Valyrian steel dagger, and discovered that it was one of Nymeria's ships thanks to this shield." Harry decided it would be best to get it all out in the open now then to draw it out. Everyone at the table looked at them owlishly and his father laughed loudly, but quickly stopped when he noticed the looks from both Larra and Lily.

Ulric spoke up carefully, "That is quite the find. May I see the shield?" Harry handed it over quickly and waited as he looked it over, "Made of iron, and bearing Nymeria's red sun. I would have to say this is genuine. Were there more in the ship?" Harry and Ashara nodded quickly. "We shall have to retrieve them… and open that chest as well."

"Lovely," Larra said sharply glaring at the children, "I hope you enjoyed your little adventure, Ashara. It will be your last for the next month."

"The same goes for you, Harrion." Lily spoke up in support of Larra, "And be glad no harm came to either of you, or the punishment would be far worse."

Ulric laid a hand on his wife's shoulder and she calmed before sitting, he looked at the two adventurous children, "You've had enough excitement for one day, now sit and eat."

They did and as they were bid and as they sat beside each other, Ashara whispered so that only he could hear, "Worth it."

"Absolutely," He had a hard time keeping the smile from his face.

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AN: I'll be honest this chapter kind of got away from me. I thought it was only going to be around 10,000 words but it just kept getting longer. There were even a couple of scenes (one where they were waylaid on the road or one where Ashara got herself into some trouble with less than reputable people in Ashford) that I thought about writing and didn't. And some of it probably doesn't feel that important. But there will be a few little things that have significance later. The ship wreck might feel a bit tacked on but I wanted to have that dealt with since I intend for there to be a time skip to the Martell visit to Starfall in the next chapter and then possibly progress as far as the Tourney at Lannisport.

Despite some small personal frustration, I really did enjoy writing this chapter if only for the challenge of dealing with everything that happens at a tourney.

P.S: For those who voted for it in my old poll or just for those who are interested, I have started a HP/Witcher Crossover if you want to check it out.