GENDRY POV:
Winterfell:
"We have Harrion Karstark first then we'll work up our way up. I was looking around and there seems to be a Mormont in the mix; they are always big on size, along with the typical northern houses. I'd say we'll be ok but we have to make sure..." Hot Pie blabbed on as Gendry took a glance outside of his tent towards the main stand. Even if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes he would have still believed magic flowed through Arya's veins. Under the Norther sun as well as the moon her skin seemed to glow as if millions and millions of little diamonds resided in her skin and her eyes shined brighter than the most polished sword made of valyrian steel. Gendry wasn't too sure on the dress, don't get him wrong; Gendry definitely liked it, it's just that one thing was to admire Arya all for himself and another thing was to have her up and front where everyone could see not only her dangerous curves but her delectable breasts standing proud for anyone with eyes. Even surrounded by beauty she out shined the rest; people said Princess Sansa was beautiful but Arya was mesmerizing. People said Asha Greyjoy was commanding but Arya demanded attention and respect...with a hint of fear. Gendry himself though his cousin Shireen was smart but Arya was smarter, more worldly and knowledgeable. He thought his mother was the epitome of the word Queen but in Arya he saw a ruler of worlds...
"I'm in love Hot Pie! I will crown Westeros's future Queen today. Mark my words."
"Well people do say love makes men act foolish!"- Hot Pie scoffed.
"What, you think I can't win?"
"No Gendry I think you're forgetting we are not in King's Landing anymore and that if you want to be able to crown the Queen of Love and Beauty you will have to not only win your category but enter the melee and win it!"-
"So? Get to the point Hot Pie!" Gendry said frustrated. He might have told Arya he wasn't going to enter the melee and that he was only going to joust but he'd first rot in hell than have someone even dare to consider crowing Arya as their Queen instead of him.
"And by the way; what do you mean with 'we're not in Kings Landing anymore'?"
"Seriously? Do I have to draw it for you? You're good, pretty good in fact! But no one has really raised a sword at you as much as I am a good squire! In all those Tourneys back home you'd always win no doubt because you're a skilled swordsman but because you are in fact the Crown Prince and the dungeons in the Red Keep are famous, it also helps that the Kingslayer never left your side. Gendry people were fearful of defeating you, they'd always yield...but here? This is the North! Men are outside as we speak plotting ways to take you down. It's 'kill a stag day' out there and you're the main attraction."-
"You're just imagining things. That's all!" He was quick to rush Hot Pie off. If Gendry actually listened to him he would begin to question his valor and strength. No, I will definitely win today!
"Am I? You think you can actually take down Rickon Stark? Or actually have a chance against his brother Robb?"-
Yes; the Starks... that was going to be a problem in his plan to win the Tourney, he'd had to face Arya's brothers no matter what and beating up her beloved sibling's wasn't going to make her happy. Rickon he could take, he was too wild, bound to leave a spot open to attack, Robb however was a different situation. Gendry had seen the Young Wolf spar with his men and he was a seasoned fighter who practically forced you to move just like he wanted. You already lost before the fight started.
"Of course you'll deal with it..."- Hot Pie muttered under-breath really starting to push Gendry's nerves, They both needed a quick break before the tourney started so Gendry suggested they walked around a little. It never hurt to meet new people and he actually wanted to talk to someone.
The Prince and his squire walked side by side meeting every newcomer that came to introduce himself to Gendry, Hot Pie the one doing all the talking and the diplomacy as Gendry's eyes were zoomed in on the main stand, proud that whenever Arya turned the sun would shine on her brooch. He'd make sure he'd thank his mother for the diamonds she lent him to use as the wolves eyes. As if she'd heard his mind (which she probably did) Arya turned around and looked at him rewarding him with a bright smile only for him but it lasted only mere seconds as two men, both in black stepped into the royal box. One was big, large both in size and height. He had no recognizable marks on his armor other than a impressive dog-like helmet and was talking to Lord Eddard who in turn did not look very happy while the other one waltzed right in like he owned the place straight over to Arya.
"FUCK ME THRICE BY ALL THE SEVEN! Did Joffrey take the black? Hell has officially frozen over!"- Hot Pie yelled joining him in awe as in fact the man in black talking to Arya was indeed Joffrey. He was dressed all in black and was amicably talking to Arya who in turn was smiling like a madwoman, whatever he was saying to her was enough to distract her making her forget about him and looking elsewhere over the large arena.
"You can't sleep around if you're a man of the Night's Watch Hot Pie, I'm sure he just though he'd look more dangerous or whatever all in black." Gendry said ushering them away wondering what was his little brother up to now.
Very soon Gendry spotted who he wanted to talk to. The Bolton flag stood high above a tent as he approached it so he could talk to Ramsay and apologize for yesterday's behavior but stopped near the entrance after two snarling beasts growled at him.
"Down Girls, that's no way to treat royalty."- Said a man casually walking over and petting one of the beasts.
"Command those beasts down right this instant! You are speaking to Gendry Baratheon; Crown Prince of Westeros! First of his name, heir to both House Baratheon and Lannister..."-
"Just call me Gendry!" He said extending his hand ignoring the glare from Hot Pie. Reciting Gendry's titles was one of the few things he knew how to do well.
"No Great houses or knights under this tent My Prince. This is Bastard territory! Ben Bones is my name, and if you're looking for little Arya you came to the wrong bastard, the Dragon Spawn is on the other side of the field charming the ladies"-
"It's ok, I came here to talk to Ramsay. Is he available?" Gendry said as if the news hadn't affected him when in reality his mind was everywhere. Jon Targaryen was here! He must have come back with Joffrey and his party; of course. Leave it to Joffrey to promise him he'd help him win Arya over and then bring back the only person who could ruin his plans. He gave a silent command to Hot Pie who quickly excused himself to find out where the Targaryen boy was.
"Sorry Lad, he's gearing up for the tourney, I think you should do the same. Us Northerners don't hold back"-
"So I've heard but I think I can hold my own. At least I'll try" Gendry responded to the man's slight taunt. He was older than him, not by much but seemed old aged by his gestures and way of speech. He didn't have any armor on but was heavily armed, the same as six men scattered nearby the Bolton tent, one even carried a whip. Gendry wasn't and idiot, he had noticed them when he approached the tent, all wore dark colors trying to blend in.
"Are you sure you know what you're getting in boy?"- Ben said half warning, half suggesting, in all Gendry didn't care about everyone's warning. He'd had enough.
"He's the Crown Prince as in future King; he can do whatever he bloody wants..."- His Uncle Jaime stood behind him decked in his finest armor shining like the yellow sun.
Everyone retreated and Gendry actually considered going inside the tent but his apologies could wait for later on.
"So, I see you are making friends"- Jaime japed as they went back to Gendry's tent.
"Oh you know me, I take after you and your charming people skills!" He quipped back as he started to put his armor on.
"Oh for God's sake, I don't know why don't you just fire that damn boy as your squire! He should be here helping you"- Jaime said taking the job himself and helping his nephew to dress for the tourney.
"Hot Pie is my friend Uncle Jaime, besides he's not here. He's out on my doing"
"Which is what? Fetching more lovely jewels for your little wolf? Nice touch by the way. You have all the women in the royal box absolutely fawning over you"-
"Did you see Arya? Does she really like it?" Gendry transformed into a helpless lovesick fool in a mater of seconds. Jaime sighed as he tightly strapped Gendry's armor on.
"I don't like the girl one bit Gendry! That aside; Rhaegar's son is here so I came to guard you personally"-
"Nothing will happen to me Uncle, I'm sure he is as trustworthy as the Starks'. Besides you're the captain of the Kingsguard, your place is by my father the King"
"Well I don't trust the Stark's and my place is to guard the future of Westeros which now means you! I also come as an concerned Uncle who always the good bother would never want something to happen to Cersei's precious little boy... Now come on, we will have that talk later. First we have a joust to win!"-
...
"It's not broke! It's not broken, it's not broken, it's not broken..."
"Your shoulder is not broken Gendry and you won! Stop crying like a little girl, it's unbecoming for a Prince"-
"I'M NOT CRYING AND I'M SAYING IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN SO MY BRAIN WILL STOP REGISTERING THAT IN FACT MY FUCKING SHOULDER IS BROKEN!" Gendry roared as he drank yet another cup of wine nursing his bruised shoulder after the final jousting match that crowned him victor.
"Ok, you my friend are in trouble, serious trouble!"- Hot Pie unceremoniously said bursting trough the tent only to be dragged off the floor by the collar by a pissed off Gendry.
"You..." He seethed "You told me I was fighting a Mormont but not a girl! A girl Hot Pie? If I refused to fight her I was a coward and if I caused her any harm I would be a craven!"
"I... I... "- Hot Pie seemed lost as always.
"Jory Mormont? Was actually Jorelle"- Jaime laughed as he filled everyone's cup realizing Hot Pie's mistake.
"Oh... well how in the world should I know that? I didn't know they let girls fight in tourneys!"-
"She was a girl alright! An ugly, huge shambling thing who was dressed in men's mail but she still got a good knock off our Prince here. Remarkable really..."- Jaime said half in awe of the girl but truly relishing on mocking his nephew.
"Fuck off Lannister!" Gendry said grabbing his cup and downing it's content in seconds. He won the jousting fair and square, glad Hot Pie missed the whole thing since he was right; people were out to kill him sparing no force behind their blows in their attempts to unseat him of his horse. First came Harrion Karstark; a tough bearded son of a bitch who was even bigger than his horse! Gendry had to suck it up not only to win but give Eddard Stark a good impression, he had abandoned the main box and was watching the match with the people, he beat Harrion after five very gruesome rounds that left people cheering him on. Then came Jon Umber who made Gendry think about what kind of food did they give people in the North since 'Smalljon' was even bigger than Karstark but surprisingly the match only lasted three rounds, Jon gracefully bowed to Gendry when they finished and shook his hands, congratulating him on the win. Last but certainly not least came in Jorelle Mormont; sweet old Jory! The maester said Gendry's shoulder wasn't broken, not even bruised but Gendry felt like shit! Jorelle had pounded him round after round after round only to be beaten by chance. As always Gendry's horse Bull refused to take orders and galloped with much more speed than usual scaring Jorelle's horse making her flinch. All is fair in war so Gendry easily truck her making her fall but not before she got in more than her fare share of good strikes at him.
"Where were you Hot Pie? Did you see him? Jon Targaryen?" This time when Gendry went and filled his cup yet again he purposely ignored his Uncle's raised eyebrows.
"Oh I saw him alright, after I fought at least 5 maidens to even get a glance at him! He's at the fares side of the Tourney grounds, close to the woods. Old man Stark is furious as he was supposed to remain at the Wall but it is said that he wouldn't miss the girls name-day for the world! He's just sitting around entertaining half of Winterfell's female population drinking and singing. I couldn't quite see his face since he has a large coat with a hood on but he has quite a pretty voice actually"-
"You were sent to find out about the boy and you come back what; smitten?"- Jaime cuts in "I fucking told you, a waste of time this squire of yours!"-
"Hey it's not like there was much I could do! Not only is he surrounded by women but half of Winterfell's knights are guarding him and don't even get me started on the giant wolf by his side. It's massive!... At least I learned that he's staying out of the Tourney"- Hot Pie shot back in his defense.
"Well that must count as something. One less head I'll have to worry about"
"I'm sorry, I am under the impression that you plan on entering the melee"- Jaime asked already knowing the answer.
"Don't start with me as well Uncle! You saw them out there, they want my blood, they want to humiliate me. This isn't only about Arya anymore, it's about us a family, about me as a man. If I bow out of the melee the'll see me as weak!"
"And if you enter they'll see you on the floor. If you where planning on fighting what the hell are you doing drinking?!"- Jaime scolded Gendry like a child taking his cup away as he stood up leading him towards a water vase so he could splash some water on his face.
"I was only numbing the pain of my shoulder..."
"No, you were drinking your nerves away. I'm around your father all day, I know the signs... Now shake it off and get ready, I personally trained you so If you lose it will reflect directly on me"-
''What, do you think he has a chance?"- Hot Pie pipped in with his mouth full of food.
"Of course he has a chance! He's one of the best fighters I have ever seen, you're using your war hammer this time and your antler helmet, not the one shaped as a bull. I want you just like your father on his better days; cocky, arrogant, loud and powerful. If you're going to end up crowing the Stark girl at least pull on a show worthy of royalty."- Jaime said giving him his version of a pep talk and you know what; he was right! Gendry was tired of playing nice. Ever since they arrived from Kings Landing they had been seen as soft and frivolous, the Prince himself along with his brother being the center of jokes as they had never actually gone into combat. Let them think he was defenseless, more advantage to him! Not like he needed it...
"Finally we agree on something Uncle. Let's show these Northerners who they will be bending the knee to"
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JON POV:
Winterfell:
There is nothing better to break in a new armor than direct combat; Jon thought as he put his gloves on. This new one fitted the occasion perfectly! It was a dark green almost black looking unless you where near enough to see it, covered with millions and million of little scales giving it a lizard like skin. He chuckled. Would he ever know this mysterious patron who'd sent him gifts from parts unknown? Only time would tell...
Today it was the girl's nameday and as promised he had come back bearing gifts. Thinking ahead he had ordered brand new silks for Sansa who loved making her own gowns, an intricate necklace made of dragonglass for Arya and a little keepsake for King Robert as well...
"It's all done, the melee is ready to start. Are you sure about this Cousin?"- Rob said entering their tent. A lot was riding upon his shoulders today as heir of Winterfell, what they where about to do would easily end in bloodshed but they where also careful. The wolves were in place, Clegane located outside of the Royal stand and Asha on the inside plus the King in his cups provided them no resistance, Rob's guards surrounded the grounds. Everything was in order but Rickon, who was acting aloft and seemed distant.
"Of course I am but before we start you have something of mine, I want it back!"
"Sorry Cousin but if you are going to be in charge of the dramatics today I can at least have the pleasure of crowning the Queen of Love and Beauty"- Rob taunted him waiting Arya's favor in his face.
"You only did it to annoy me. Go fight for that wife of yours and leave Arya to me"
"First of all she's my sister and second? be happy that I'm the one representing her today or would you have preferred the Crown Prince? I already told you Jon, he plans to marry Arya and take her away"- Rob's words only made Jon laugh.
"Please, if that little boy takes after his father Arya is not going anywhere. She was already bored before I left, he's just a minor distraction! You know how she is with her new toys"
"Oh he takes after his father alright and he ain't little"- Rickon said joining them and handing Jon the helmet he would be wearing for the melee. "Let's go fight Targaryen"-
Jon eyed him up and down, Rickon was high on energy, too much for a fight.
"Strength alone doesn't win fights. Stay calm Rickon, nothing foolish outside do you hear me?" Rickon only scoffed back at Jon words.
"Says the man who is going to taunt the King of Westeros. Let's go fight already"- He said leaving the tent as fast as he came him.
"He's been like that all morning, something is wrong"- Rob said seeing that Jon had picked up on Rickon's behavior.
"Well keep an eye on him so nothing bad can happen. Other than the Thenn and the Skagosi I fear no one. Let's just kept it light and then you'll be a good little lord and play along so I'll win"
"Please and I'm supposed to let you win?" Rob asked ready for battle with the Stark coat of arms engraved in his breast plate.
"No, I am going to win... let's not forget who's the crowd's favorite" At Jon's words the crowd erupted in a deafening cheer. Walking outside they saw that the Prince had entered the main arena.
"That's the King's little boy"- Rob said in a mocking tone.
Prince Gendry at least looked like the picture people described. He was the first to enter the arena head to toe in armor. Possibly taller than six feet; the Prince wore a black armor with golden detailing, it looked strong but was altogether simple, not at all what Jon expected of the Crown Prince. What did however get his attention was the Prince's helmet which had two impressive golden antlers coming from the sides and his warhammer; the only weapon he held. It was an all black powerful metal creation, it's only accessories where the leather wrap and a single ruby square adorning it's center. It's couldn't be. Could it?...
The Prince paid no mind to the crowd who seemed to favor him but stood regal alone in front of the main stand, the only emotion displayed was the smile he flashed at someone. Jon walked a bit further to see who it was and he did not like it; it was Arya. Suddenly Jon's mind started to get riled up, relishing the prospect of a good fight and personally today he had two targets!
Arya was smiling at him, it wasn't in a mocking manner, it wasn't in a fake manner, it was her her drop dead gorgeous smile that took no prisoners and Jon was starting to feel anxious.
"The way she's looking at him doesn't seem like a minor distraction Cousin"- Rob said entering the arena himself earning another wave of applause's.
Jon made sure his hair was safely tucked under his helmet as he followed Rob but this time the cheers where replaced with murmurs of confusion, his helmet might have to do something with it.
JON!
Happy name day little wolf, as always I am here at your total service!
God he'd missed that voice inside his head!... Jon walked right in front of the main stand, purposely stood in front of the Prince and bowed to his Lady. This was the moment the crowd put two and two together, at least the northerners... If Jon came in with his red armor the Kingsguard would be all over him in a matter of seconds. That is why he chose his new armor and that is why Sandor was walking around without his helmet, his hound shaped mask gave Jon perfect coverage. Arya stood baffled with his presence, everybody else in the main stand remained clueless including a drunk King, all but his Uncle Eddard who was fuming. He immediately went to walk out but was stopped by Clegane himself.
WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU AND WHY DID YOU SHUT ME OUT?
Now, now Little Wolf remember no one can hear you but me. But to the others you must look quite adorable stomping and pouting up a storm to thin air... Jon smirked as they talked through their bond. For the past month he had shunned Arya away for various reasons, one being that he was knee deep in finding out who wanted to kill him and most importantly after Rob first told him about the Prince's intentions towards Arya his dreams got worse, he watched her die over and over every night every-time the same way, drowned in her sorrows making him grieve and lose the one thing he couldn't not live without but at what extent? His feelings towards his cousin where confusing but what he did know was that he did not like the way she had looked at the Prince, don't think for a second he forgot about the last time he warged into her. Arya had some serious explaining to do!
In came the three Manderly Brothers followed by Ramsay so they started to settle into their positions, Ramsay did a double take at him and then at Arya but said nothing.
Aren't you going to tell me how much you missed me?
Of course I missed you stupid, I was going crazy without you! Arya said finally sitting back down but looking strait at him.
Good! Because I missed you as well and I am here as I vowed, everything will be back to normal. I promise!
Oh Jon, there's so much I need to tell you!
I don't doubt that for a second... Tell me my Darling; which one should I eliminate first; the one who dared to strike you with his sword or the one who dared to put his hands all over you? Arya froze, her eyes quickly landing on Gendry making it even easier for Jon who would be his first target.
Other cheers interrupted their staring match as in came Sigorn; son of Styr, the Magnar of Thenn and Dent; representative of the skagosi tribes, no house. Just a man with a promise of violence.
What do you think you are doing? Arya said narrowing her eyes at him
What I always do; win the tourney and name you my Queen.
Why can't I see into your head?
Trying to find out what my birthday present is? I'd though you'be proud at how far I've advanced controlling our gifts.
Finally the last contestants walked in; Theon ever the crowd pleaser blowing kisses to the many maids cheering him as well as Harry Hardyng; delusional buffoon; Jon though... and Rickon who was jumping up and down, taunting the other opponents. The skagosi looked at him with rage.
"What the hell is his problem? He is aware this is just a tourney to celebrate the girls?"- Theon said coming closer to them.
"I don't like it, he's being reckless and he'll only get himself hurt like that"- Rob replied sizing up his opponents.
"We can take the outsiders, settle this between us... Jon, it feels good to have you back"- Ramsay said joining in the conversation.
"It won't in a while... trust me!"
Trumpets were played as the Kings swayed to give his speech. All the knights knelled but Jon who stood defiantly but Robert was too drunk to even notice, the Kingslayer on the other hand was watching him closely.
"It is custom to kneel for you King"- It was the first time the Prince had addressed Jon, who in turn didn't like being told what to do, specially by him.
"He is not my king!" He spat, loosing his cool only for a second.
"Are you from another kingdom then? You still have to pay your respects"
"But what does the King respect? Or he just takes what he wants and confuses fear for respect?Because if that's the case it is quite easy to turn the tables on him"
"JON!"- Rob chastised him but he didn't care. Jon and Gendry were in the middle of a staring match when Robert finally spoke.
"We are gathered here today to celebrate the life of two northern Ladies. May you live many years more, may the mother grant you with fertility and children and may your Old God's favor you always"- Robert said raising his cup not to toast but to take another sip. What a waste the King was... and this was who he was supposed to kneel to?
"Lady Sansa I congratulate you not only on your name-day but for your engagement and pairing with House Greyjoy"- To this the King did raise his cup and the crowd cheered. Sansa always the lady blushed and curtsied thankful for the good wishes.
"And you..."- The Kings speech was slurred as he addressed Arya who in turn barely acknowledge him, slightly turning her head towards him, she was wearing a silver brooch that shined in the sun. That's new...
"You Lady Arya..." The Kings voice broke as he showed millions of emotions on his face. Sadness, anger, torment; all aimed at Arya. Just one move, one touch and he'd kill him! Jon's hand rubbed the pummel of his sword as the Queen stood up and tried to make the King sit back down but he ignored her.
"You..."- He said yet again pointing at Arya.
"You Lady Arya, will grace us with your presence on this day that we all fight in your honor. TO LADY ARYA!"- The Prince's voice boomed all over the arena as people began to shout cheers because the Tourney had officially begun. Gendry bowed at Arya and retreated to his position.
"What the hell are you doing?"- Rob seethed grabbing the arm Jon had firmly on Dark Sister.
"Nothing that concerns you Stark" Calm down, calm down, calm down; Jon recited over and over again. Sandor was right, he wasn't prepared to face Robert Baratheon, it was too much to see in the flesh not only the man who had killed his father but what could have been , what is rightfully his; the Throne.
"Jon?"- It was only a whisper meters away in the middle of all the ruckus but he heard her, he always heard Arya. She looked worried for him so Jon shook his head clearing thoughts away and winked at Arya. He composed himself and went into his position.
Inside the large arena stood twelve men who; sans Jon who had weaseled his way in, had won that day in various disciplines. Sword fighting, strength competition, jousting, arching, wresting, you name it. And all were now standing waiting for the signal to attack and become the victor.
Please, please, please, please, pleeeease Gods, old and new. Don't let anything happen to him! Jon turned around and saw sweet Shireen praying for Rickon's safety. How did he manage to hear her prayers?
Focus! Tune out everything else! Arya's voice shook him back into the tourney.
"Ramsay was right! Let's focus on the outsiders first. People will want to show off facing the Prince so we can get our picks" Rob's yelled as the crowd was more than ready.
"I'll take the Thenn"- Theon said defiantly, Jon wasn't so sure as why. Sigorn was a tall, lean savage fighter heavy in weapons that respected no one but his own kind. He'd supposed was invited out of courtesy as every house in the North was invited but the thenn's still considered themselves as independent free folk, not bound to common laws of civil men.
"The skagosi is mine"- Rickon snarled as Jon studied the skagg. Dent was lovingly called that way because he liked to dent people's head in. The youngest of the Stark's in turn was equally feral, it would not be wise to let those two face off since in the end this was a friendly tourney. Jon didn't care about the King but he would never spill blood on his cousin's day.
The final horn blew and off they went! Right from the start surprisingly the only smart ones seemed to be the Mandarly brothers who acted like a small unit fending off any attackers. Rob and Ramsey where already trying to find a crack in their formation when Rickon barged head first to the Skagosi.
"Sorry Cousin" Jon said as he pushed Rickon to the side sending him barreling down making the Prince falter on his stance, he was busy facing off Harry.
"I though you were bigger. People said you were a mountain"- Dent said while holding two knives.
"Forgive me, that's the other Clegane as well as I am not the Hound!" As he unsheathed his sword Jon felt it's power running through is veins.
ARE YOU MAD? You can't bring valyrian steel into the melee, you'll kill someone! Arya shrieked into his head, quite frankly annoying him.
I will kill someone if you keep distracting me with your constant nagging my Dearest!
Jon was surprised to see the Prince not only fairing well against Harry but how good his technique was, he was rather fast for his built as knew how and when to swing his hammer while it was now three versus three as Rickon had joined Rob and Ramsay against the Manderly brothers. Theon on the other hand was not fairing well against Sigorn, his nose was broken and you could tell that the large man was seconds from overpowering him.
Meanwhile Jon had his mind set on continuing his little plan... His sword he sheathed saving it later for someone else so leaping into the crowd Jon took one of the wooden poles that held the many flags on display, landing back down with grace and twirling it around.
"I got not claim to no house boy, I'll fight to win and I don't care who I take down with me to make true"- Dent said approaching him.
"Please do... and make it pompous or I'm afraid they'll be quite disappointed when I beat you without a drop of sweat" At his words Dent charged Jon full on only to have him miss his target every time because Jon would steer out of is path like a bullfighter mangling a bull earning laughs from the crowd. Meanwhile the Manderly brother were proving themselves quite the challenge; Wylis, Wesley and Wendel were all similar in age, average height but well built, leaning somewhat more to pudgy than muscular but here they where huddled up together as best as they could against Rob, Ramsay and Rickon. Sure; if Rob had not been there things would have taken a less more honorable path but they would have already fallen. Wylis had little marks on his face, arms and legs as Ramsay very patiently poked him with is sword slowly drawing him away from the fighting stance with his brothers while poor Wendel had a sizable dent on his shield from Rickon's full on attack.
What wrong with him? Did something happen before the tourney? Jon asked knocking the helmet off of Dent's big head.
I don't know, I've never seen him like this, he's being reckless! Arya said referring to her younger brother who was violently attacking everything he could reach, frantic and volatile to the extent that Rob shouted him to control himself and he actually shoved his own shield at his older brother.
The crowd was wild, bets where being placed and the fights where escalating! He's holding back; Jon though looking over the Prince. Harry Hardyng was stupid enough to think that he was still standing because he actually had a chance but Jon knew better. Prince Gendry was fighting more with his bare hands than swinging his warhammer and Harry already seemed to have a broken hand, his face was swelling and he favored one leg limping with the other but interesting enough he was still smiling. Jon wasn't close enough to hear but could see the form of Arya's name on his lips causing the Prince to lose his cool. Gendry's broad shoulder seemed to shake as his muscles moved quickly grabbing his hammer and hitting Harry hard on his chest sending him flying a few good meters away, definitely the first one out of the melee!
Suddenly to his left Jon heard the scream and then a woman's wail. Theon was on the floor with a gash on his head as Sansa cried on the main stand.
"Which pretty little animal are you Greyjoys? A squid? Let see if you can move your arm like one!"- Sigorn was surely going to break Theon's arm if it wasn't for the Prince who came in his aid tackling the large man to the floor immediately starting a new fight. Rob who had defeated Wylis; the eldest of the Manderly brothers, was quick to go and help Theon who was still on the floor. Ramsay had Wesley cornered while Rickon was beating Wendel to a bloody pulp.
Stop him, he'll kill him! Arya demanded immediately making Jon spring to action.
"I'm sorry my friend. You've reached your purpose. I must go now" He said bowing to Dent.
"Arrogant bastard, come fight!"- He shouted back. Arrogant? He was the one who was sweating and could barely breathe! After that Jon only needed 4 quick strokes and a good blow. Quick as a snake Jon hit Dent with his fist square on the nose breaking it instantly. As Dent stumbled back trying to hold in the bleeding Jon struck him with the stick on the chest followed by the stomach completely disarming him as he slid down and kicked him right on his ankle making him fall on his knees.
"You may have no house but you have lands, lands that are on Stark territory. So I thank you for coming over to my cousins name day celebration and please remember that although it is a cold kingdom dragons are very much alive around these parts." Dent's eyes went wide at the last words clearly finding out who he was fighting as next came blackness. Jon knocked him cold with a quick blow to the head. Not damaging but enough for him not to wake up for a few hours.
Jon stopped toying around with Dent just as Wesley yielded to Ramsay. He was about to go and stop Rickon who by now was punching and unconscious Wendel when yet again Arya entered his mind.
Don't worry about Rickon, I'll take care of him At that he saw her focusing her attention at Rickon who immediately stopped his assault but looked shaken as if he wasn't in control of his body looking everywhere around. Arya had entered his mind.
Now, now little Wolf; what would everybody say if they caught you cheating?
It's not their damn business and if so, they would see that I am only taking care of my brother. Go and make yourself useful!
I plan to but not just yet, I quite like observing my surroundings Jon said surveying the damage.
The Manderly Brothers were out, so was Harry. Rob was dragging Theon out of harms way when the Prince and Sigorn were attacked themselves by Ramsay and Rickon. Ramsay clearly with a personal vendetta and Rickon just looking out to pour his rage on someone. So naturally Jon just stood and watched, bowed at the crowd and threw kisses to the maidens in attendance making them swoon even if some of them really did think he was the Hound. He casually strolled to the main stand and sat on the railing right in front of the girls.
"Good evening Ladies, enjoying the view?"
"Jon? It's you? I mean... How could you do that? Just stand there and see Theon take such a beating?"- Sansa said sobbing uncontrollably. To this Asha came and put her hand on her shoulder.
"I love the stupid boy as much as you do Sansa, so does Jon"- She said in hushed tones as the Queen had her eye on Jon. "But he chose to fight all on his own. Things like these tend to happen on tourneys and I didn't help that he was in your chambers till the early morn"- She said turning Sansa face redder than her hair.
A thud was heard as Sigorn threw Rickon at the wooden barriers making them shake but Rickon stood up faster that anyone would assume after taking such a hit and attack the Thenn with so much force than before.
"Please just... make it stop. It too much!"- Shireen pleaded with her eyes closed not being able to contain her tears, it was Arya's turn to comfort her.
"Don't worry Shireen, nothing will happen to him"- Arya said but it was her mental ramblings that had Jon curious.
Left, left, right, left, right, down. Side face...
You can't baby Rickon, he has to fend off for himself!
I'm not babying him, I'm helping him!
Are you? What about when he's in battle? Are you going to make him move like your own little puppet?
I'll make sure to talk to him about his behavior today but he needs to win this one Jon.
Why? Why is this one so special? Arya made eye contact with him willing to follow her gaze which landed on Shireen's hand, more specifically on her hands that were in a protective manner over her womb.
LIFE! A human being was forming inside of Shireen's body, Rickon's child! A new pup for the wolf pack! That was why Jon could hear Shireen's thoughts so perfectly earlier, it wasn't Shireen per se. It was the child withing her, half Baratheon but half Stark that instinctively drew him in. Protect the pack!
So I take it he didn't take the news well? They are still rather young...
No, he's happy, he really is! He's just nervous. It wasn't until today that I saw how things are for them.
Things what things? He's a Winterfell Prince and she's Stannis Baratheon's daughter!
Just look Jon, really look!
To this Jon turned his attentions towards Rickon who's snarl was worse than Shaggydog's. He was pounding into Sigorn's shield when he took over the reigns of his head.
It was Rob who came first, clear as water in Rickon's mind. Tall, smart and heir to their father Eddard; future lord of Winterfell and the golden boy who could do no wrong. Even little Rickard had his own reign secured with month's of age. Next came Sansa, born and bread to be royalty. Envisioning her in all her glory seating upon the Seastone Chair easily taking charge of House Greyjoy while Asha was now at Winterfell. Next came Bran and Jon instantly felt the love Rickon had for his brother but at the same time a huge amount of envy. Nothing was expected of Bran which was curious because of all the Stark's Bran was the smartest. He could easily wake up one morning and decide to become a maester the same as he would disappear just like he had in real life into the wood without no one saying anything. What about little Rickon? Wild and feral Rickon who was more wildling than noble. Too young to take hold of the Northern fleet which was still under Rob's commands till Eddard stepped down as Warden of the North, Sansa would have the Iron Island and Bran the world at his fingertips with his greensight. What was his place? And more importantly what could he really offer Shireen and his unborn child? He had to start proving himself, never something such trivial as a tourney held more importance to him. Crowing himself victor against the best fighters of the north and the crown Prince. Because what really did the future hold for him? Don't even get him started on Arya; she would get the whole kingdom after she decides to marry Gen...
Jon snapped out of it looking strait at Arya who's eyes where focused on the other fight, the Prince was fighting off Ramsay's advances. He was strong; the Prince. And in one swift move as if he was tired of dealing with the Bastard Bolton he swung his hammer at Ramsay's ribs making him collapse on the floor gasping for air. He could have finished him then and there but Gendry actually extended his hand to Ramsay to stand up, of course he refused and cut Gendry's arm with his sword starting another stand off.
"Is it true?" Jon hissed grabbing Arya a bit too forcefully by her arm.
"What? What's true?"- She said immediately getting defensive but he didn't care. The whole stand had their eyes on them now but he didn't give a damn.
"What is this talk about marriage?!" He shouted, rage no longer bubbling inside of him but pouring out of his skin. He knew about the Prince's intentions of marriage, he didn't however know how willing Arya was.
"Jon stop it, you're hurting me!"- This time the Lannister Twins did in fact heard everything as the Queen's eyes went over to his husband who was oblivious to it all yelling over his son. The Kingslayer was looking at every point of attack when Eddard Stark himself stood behind him with Ice on his hands.
Rage was always an issue for Jon as he surprised even himself grabbing Arya by her neck and forcefully closer to him.
"THIS ENDS NOW" He snarled with finality letting her go and jumping down back the the arena.
He walked pass Rickon and Sigorn giving his cousin the chance he wanted to prove himself and walk strait to where the Prince and Ramsay where fighting unsheeting Dark Sister. The Prince who was standing faced towards him saw him coming but Ramsay never had a chance. The crowd went silent as he slashed Ramsay's leg and lower back with a quick stroke of his ancestral sword.
"That was for touching what is mine" Jon said into Ramsay's ears just before he landed on the floor yelling for his life. It wasn't a mortal wound but it is said that a wound from a sword made of valyrian steel burned you and it actually took longer to heal and do not forget that this was Dark Sister; a sword that said was forged with dark magic always thirsty for blood.
"Are you mad? You could have killed him!"- Gendry yelled signaling to his longsword.
"As oppose to you and your mighty warhammer? Tell me my dear Prince were did you find that ruby that shines on it's center for all to see? Did you earn it all by yourself or were you one of the many beggars that searched the waters for souvenirs to sell of their rightful Prince!" Jon yelled barging at Gendry who didn't stand back.
"NO!"- Jon heard Arya from afar but stopped on his tracks when just like Ramsay; Gendry was bested from behind.
"Yield my Prince"- Rob said with authority as he held his sword to the Prince's throat making Jon furious, having robbed him of his retribution. Retribution on the son for his fathers sins, retribution for even thinking for a second he could take Arya, his Arya away from him.
"He's mine!" Jon snarled
"He's defeated aren't you your Grace?"- Rob said.
The Prince in turn looked pensive, studying his options. Rob had a sword against his throat but if he was quick enough which he was; he could easily back up and hit him with his head freeing himself of Rob's grip but Jon was no idiot. Rob's voice was a warning. Sit this one out; it said, making Jon wonder why would Rob even side with the Prince to begin with.
"I yield"- The Prince finally said acknowledging Rob on his victory but not taking his eyes off of Jon.
"This isn't over" He said as Gendry actually grabbed Ramsay off of the floor and left the arena. Four participants left.
"What as come over you Jon? He's a good lad! One thing is to scare him off and another thing is to kill him!"- Rob shouted aware that is was down to his own cousin and him to fight.
"People have been messing with my belongings long before I was born so it is time I take what is mine with fire or blood!"
It was a tension filled fight that one, both where as Rickon and Sigorn continued to fight next to them. Cousins, brothers really; fighting against each other as they had been for all their life. Steel rang with increasing speed until Rob slipped and Jon attacked having the upper hand. This time is was Rob's chance to be enraged as he looked over where Arya was standing; she had messed with his mind quick enough for him to miss his concentration for a second which was more than enough for Jon. Three participants left.
Rickon was barely standing and although visibly weakened Sigorn still looked in better shape than Rickon.
"No... he's mine, I win this my own"- He said spitting blood from his mouth.
"Then do it" Jon said handing him is own sword...
"Touching but weak"- Sigorn said striking Jon on his shoulder from behind. The crowd gasped as Jon quickly turned around and did some damage of his own sticking one of his daggers in between Sigorn's ribs. Rickon took advantage of the situation and slashed the Thenn's legs from behind completely immobilizing him and taking him out of the fight. Two participants left.
Jon cursed himself for his own foolishness of not being aware of his surroundings as blood freely flowed out of his shoulders. Rickon on the other hand came wobbling toward him giving him back his sword.
"You and me cousin. One more round"- Rickon said as one of his eyes was completely closed, he had a nasty gash on his thigh and was swaying side to side. Shireen's eyes were red from crying and Catelyn stood up and front pleading for him not to fight her youngest. Arya on the other hand had left the main stand and was standing alongside with Rob and the Prince waiting for him to decide what to do.
"Let it be know that I willingly yield to Rickon of House Stark" Jon said accepting his sword back but bending the knee as the crowd exploded into cheers.
He actually helped Rickon walk over to the main stand as he claimed his prize and crowned Shireen is Queen of Love and Beauty. Although still mad about his dismissal from the melee; Rob nodded his head, grabbed his sword and walked over next to him, leaving a confused Arya with the Prince. Asha stood up blocking Sansa and Catelyn as Eddard still contained the Kingslayer, The Hound stood behind a clueless king...
Everyone gasped as Jon took his helmet off. He knew it would make an impact not only on the southerners but on the north-men who were used to his dark locks. Ever since receiving Dark Sister, his hair suddenly started to get lighter as grey, almost silver strands took hold of his head now giving his long grey hair but that wasn't the only thing that had changed. On the wall his grey eyes were no longer as a purple color started to blend with his irises. No longer his mother's son but a true dragon spawn; a Targaryen.
"Greetings King Robert to my mother's land. I would offer you the service of my house but I have non as you would know so please; accept this gift I have made just for you. Fitted for this long awaited meeting" Jon said grabbing from under the main stand a bag that Sandor had left there earlier, trowing it at Robert feet who in turn was flabbergasted.
It was wrapped up tightly so it's contents didn't fall out, it had rode all the way from the Wall so it was frozen like a rock and as the King opened it no one knew what it was since it was small enough for only him to see.
"I salute you in the name of my dead relatives my King. Jon Targaryen; at your services" He said with an over flourished bow as the King held in his hands the head of the soldier he had sent to kill Jon.
Hello Fanfic Friends!
It took me a while to write this one since I know nothing about tourneys and combat so please be gentle with me.
* The Manderly boys and Ben Bones are half books, half mine and yes; those were the Bastard's Boys. And I also wanted to give Jorelle a Brienne kind of vibe as well to give Jon some of the fancy foot work we saw from Oberyn. The skagosi is all me; kudos to the great LottieDot for the name and for being her usual awesome being cuz this chapter would have ended very different and not exactly good if it wasn't for her so a big round of applause for her.
As always I hope you enjoy the chapter and leave your reviews.
Please remember to follow and favorite... Also: SEASON 5 TRAILER? Am I the only one who think's Daenerys's lines are made up by the writers to be a constant 'punch line'? I hope they nail her plot-line this season and tone her down a little because I am starting to not like her. Fingers crossed for Gendry as always.
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