Sorry for the delay with this one, lot of stuff has happened IRL that got in the way of this.
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Kingslanding, Crownlands, Westeros

Severus stood around the larger table that had since been brought up from the fleet to Rikke's tent and looked at the map on it. "So there's actually nine regions?"

"Yes." Neloth nodded. "Before the War of conquest there were Seven Separate Kingdoms, the North, Mountain and Vale, the Reach, Dorne, the Stormlands, the Rock and the Kingdom of Isles and Rivers. When Aegon landed and won the war he separated the Ironborn kingdom into two regions and gave himself another region to govern directly, creating the Riverlands and the Crownlands." He pointed to the neighbouring regions. "The Crownlands were created from the lords that swore to him directly after he first landed."

"Will we have to ask each province ruler for permission to search their lands?" Rikke asked.

The Dark Elf shook his head. "No, the Hand of the King has given us permission to search the whole kingdom so we won't need their permission." He stroked his beard. "Though it certainly wouldn't hurt, they could do a lot to stand in our way."

"Good thing we brought a Breton." Severus spoke and motioned to Dinontus, who was as usual pacing the tent, with his head. "If anyone can charm nobles it'll be someone who's survived the courts of High Rock."

"I'll talk to the Lords in question if and when we send men into their regions." The Breton nodded.

Rikke looked like she was about to speak before Erik entered the tent. "Severus, there's one of Lord Stark's men here to see you."

Severus nodded. "Bring him in." He glanced at Neloth who had already pulled his hood up to hide his ears.

Erik nodded and left the tent for a few seconds before returning with another man, he was wearing some form of leather armour and had long dark hair with a few days of beard growth. "Milord." He bowed. "Lord Stark wants to speak with you, he's at the tourney fields." He looked back up and narrowed his eyes when he saw Rikke.

"What's the matter, never seen a woman in armour before?" Rikke asked, a scowl on her face.

The man looked to speak but stopped before anything came out for a moment before trying again. "No m'lady. I can't say I have." He looked at Severus again. "Lord Stark awaits."

"Well lead the way then." Severus nodded to the man. "Erik." He added, gesturing to his friend to follow him.

...

The fields that had been used for the tourney of the Hand were well appointed for their role. Several acres were covered in tents and market stalls for the common folk while at the centre of the large complex was the jousting list, which probably also doubled as the area for the melee once the divider was taken away. There also seemed to be a large archery range where already men were practising their shots. Officially the tourney wasn't to start until midday so there was still a few hours for the participants to hone their skills in the various competitions they were entering.

Severus looked around as he followed the man who was leading them to the Hand of the Kings, Jory he'd learned his name was. "Wonder if we should enter the melee, Erik."

"Thinking the same thing." Erik nodded slightly. "You know if we have to do anything to enter the tourney?" He asked in Jory's direction.

"Can't say I do milord. Never entered a tourney before." The Northman answered. The trio carried on in silence for a few more minutes before Jory stopped in front of a large tent which had the Stag banners on them from the castle and a man in finely detailed white armour stood at attention by the entrance flap. "He's in here, with the King."

"The King?" Severus asked, to which the Northman only nodded slightly. Shrugging to himself slightly he entered the tent. Inside was well furnished and carpets lined the grass floor.

Lord Stark and another, fatter man were inside, both sat at a table while the other drank from a goblet of wine. "So, this is the foreigner?" The fatter one asked, this was clearly the King.

Stark looked over his shoulder and nodded. "Aye, this is him." He stood and approached Severus. "Thane Severus, I hear from Commander Slynt that you're fortifying your camp. This true?"

"It is." The Imperial nodded. "The Legion fortifies camp whenever they can and since we plan on being here for some time we went ahead with it."

"Do you expect attack?" The King asked, still holding his goblet.

Severus didn't answer for a moment, thinking over the answer. "No, your grace. Just after four years of war the men feel more comfortable with a dyke surrounding them while they sleep."

"Four years of war? What were you fighting?"

Severus paused again. "Elves, your grace."

The King looked at him for a moment and glanced at Stark before beginning to laugh. "Ha! Elves? There are no Elves."

Semponius looked at Erik for a moment and the Nord nodded to him. "Your grace." He spoke, waiting for the King to stop laughing. "We have an Elf back at camp, if you don't believe me."

Stark looked at him. "You're saying you have an Elf with you?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying, Lord Hand." Severus replied simply.

The King set his goblet down and stood, walking over to Severus. "I'll expect to see this Elf. For now..." He looked the Imperial up and down. "You look decent enough. You'll be part of the tournament?"

"I don't partake in jousting, your grace."

"Ha, then you can fight in the melee. Ned here doesn't want me fighting, thinks I might get myself injured." Robert laughed and moved back to the table, picking his goblet back up. "I fought in a war, it's what made me King and now I can't even fight in my own Hands tournament, bah." He downs the contents of the goblet in one gulp. "So tell me, what was this war you had with the Elves about? Land? Gold? A woman?"

Erik glanced at Severus and the Imperial sighed. "The survival of man, your grace."

Robert looked down at the table, silent for a few moments. "Stop calling me 'your grace' I get that enough from my wife, her lackeys and this grim northerner." He gestured to Stark without looking up. "And if what you say is true then you've fought a fiercer war than anyone here, maybe even in the whole Seven Kingdoms." The King poured himself another gobelt of wine and sat down. "Sit, all of you. LANCEL!" He shouted.

Very quickly a blonde man ran in, he was wearing what looked like leather armour and was carrying a jug of something, probably wine. "Y-yes. milord?"

"Get more wine for me, my guests and the Lord Hand." Robert said in a spiteful tone. "Go on. GO!" The last yell caused the poor boy to nearly jump and he quickly left the tent. "Now, sit. I want to hear some war stories from the two of you."

Severus glanced at Erik who nodded slightly. "What do you want to know?" He asked as he sat down on one of the chairs in the room.

"How about we start with your first kill, whose life did you end first?" He chuckled slightly.

"My first kill..." The Imperial looked up in thought. "Some Stormcloak. Was escaping a town and he got in the way."

"Stormcloak eh? Fancy name."

"Rebels, they followed Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak who wanted to break away from the Empire." Severus explained.

Stark by now had sat down. "Why did they want to break away?"

Erik grunted slightly. "It was because of the first great war. That'll take too long to explain, we have a book on it back at the camp. But the end result was we nearly lost and the Elves banned Talos, our god. Ulfrik wanted to worship freely and incited four of the nine holds to fight for him." The Hand nodded slightly and gestured for the two to continue. "My first kill was... Uh..."

"That idiot who tried to mug us on our way to Solitude." Severus finished for him, smirking slightly.

"So your first kills were a rebel and a bandit." The King laughed slightly. "Mine was some Tarly boy, first battle of the war. Thought he could end the rebellion in one swing of his sword, ha. He should've just stayed on the edge of the field like all the other clever little boys. Instead he tried to take me on." He set down his goblet, now empty. "He died shitting himself. Ned... Who was yours? You never told me." The King asked, looking at Stark.

Lord Stark frowned. "A Clawman, battle of the Trident."

"Oh one of those tough bastards." Robert laughed. "They haven't shown their faces since the war, sticking to their forests. Bet one of those ones you're looking for could hide there forever and not be found." He stated, looking at Severus.

"That rem-" Stark started speaking before being interrupted by the return of Lancel. Who quickly set down another large jug of wine before leaving without a word.

The King grinned. "Fucking finally. Go on, drink." He motioned for all three to take a drink, all of whom did. "What was that Ned?"

Stark sighed. "My bastard, Jon. Said he was heading to the wall with a Nord. Said his name was Aedric something."

Severus struggled to keep his wine down after he heard that name. "Eadric? You mean Eadric Haraldsson?"

"Aye, that's it." Stark nodded, looking a bit confused.

"Figures it would be him." The Imperial sighed, leaning forward and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You know him?"

Severus sighed again. "We've met a few times over the years. First time I saved him from some bandits, second time was killing a dragon by Whiterun."

The King looked up, narrowing his eyes. "Dragon?"

"Aye, dragons. We have, or had, a bit of a dragon problem in Skyrim several years ago. Most of the aggressive ones have been killed now."

"A few years ago?" Lord Stark put a hand to his head. "And there are still some alive where you come from?"

Erik nodded. "Aye. Most just fly and hunt now. Sure there's the occasional farm burning." The Nord shrugged. "But then we just ride out and face the beast, we've figured out how to kill them."

"Only dragons have ever killed dragons." The King state, clenching his fists. "And they were the mounts of those Targeryan bastards, you should kill them all."

Severus sighed. "We're not wiping them out, they've stopped being that much of a problem." He gulped down some of the wine in his goblet, gods he couldn't believe he missed Nord mead already. "Anyway, Lord Stark. If we have your permission we would send a Turma of cavalry to this Wall he was going to."

Stark nodded "You have it. Though it's at least a month's ride away, he might have left by the time they get there."

"He's a Nord and a Companion, they don't know how to keep a low profile." Severus shrugged and inwardly smirked at the very slight scowl Erik threw his way. "Is there anything else, King Robert?"

The King looked down at his empty goblet and refilled it. "No, you can go. I expect you to be in the melee though." Severus nodded and did a slight bow before leaving, followed by Erik. These people certainly had interesting people in power.

...

"Finally, the melee." Sansa heard the King drunkenly state as the dividers had been taken away after Loras had won the jousting, he was so beautiful, and he'd given her his token. Maybe she'd get more when she was queen one day, maybe she'd also be queen of love and beauty as well as sweet Joffrey's queen. Her thoughts were interrupted by her sister nudging her. "It's starting."

Sure enough a herald came forward and opened up a scroll. he began calling out the names of the knights and Lords taking part in the event, a few Reach Lords, Westerlands Lords and some Crownlands Lords among them. What caught her attention were the last two names. "From the Kingsguard, Jaime of house Lannister. And new to the capitol, a Thane from Skyrim, Severus Semponius of the Empire of Tamriel." She looked at her father with a questioning look.

"It's a land across the sunset sea, he's one of the ones from the fleet that arrived a few days ago." Eddard told her.

As the herald finished and rolled his scroll up the participants came forward. Most were wearing beautiful armour, nothing at all like what the Mountain or the Hound wore. Again two stood out. One was the armour of the Kingsguard, Jaime Lannister. The other wore black armour that glistened in the sunlight, his cloak was gold and on his head was a helm with what looked like a small horse fixture on the top, this must be the Thane. The assembled Lords, knights and Thane bowed to the King before splitting off into two teams.

Sansa found herself looking at the Thane as he readied his training sword and shield, one of the only ones present to sport one it seemed. When the starting trumpet sounded both teams charged at each other and the clangs of metal against metal soon filled the air. The Thane however was staying back a few feet as the Lords and knights tore at each other. Further down the seating someone shouted out, calling him out. But the Tamrielic didn't pay him any attention. Looking away from the Thane, Sansa looked back at the main fight in the melee. Ser Jaime was on the opposing team and they were quickly overwhelming their opponents. It was when a group broke off from the central fight to take the Thane out that he erupted into action.

The first to come at him wore the banner of house Hollard on his armour and was rather rotund. The war hammer he wielded looked heavy and he seemed to have trouble raising it, how could the King have ever used something like that one handed. As the hammer came down the Thane darted to the left and crashed his shield into Hollard's side and quickly brought his own weapon across the knights back, sending him to the floor with a loud thud. Moments later the Thane spun and collided his sword with the helmet of the knight who had followed Hollard.

As his second opponent fell the Thane moved forward, keeping his shield in front of him and his sword ready. Ser Jaime saw this and broke off from the, advancing on the Tamrielic. "Now this should be interesting." Lord Baelish muttered from behind her. "Renly! Care for another bet?" She heard him ask the King brother.

"Hundred gold dragons on the King slayer." Renly replied in his usual playful voice. "Always enjoy taking your money."

"Who do you think will win, father?" Sansa asked Ned.

Eddard watched the fight closely. "Could go either way." Every time Jaime attacked the Thane either moved back or raised his shield to absorb the blow, and every strike he tried to get off the Kingslayer just swatted aside with his own blade. "Though I think Semponius is hiding something."Soon the duel between the Thane and Ser Jaime was heating up, blows were being traded at lightning speed. Away from the fight between the two the team battle in the middle had carried on ferociously with both teams taking heavy losses and eventually only one of the Kingslayer's team remaining, who wore the coat of arms of Stokeworth, must be one of their knights.

As the two fought the Stokeworth knight moved forwards and tried to strike at the Thane but the Kingslayer yelled out. "He's mine!" Before hitting his own teammate in the side sharply.

"Father..." Sansa looked up at Ned, who furrowed his brow.

"He has no honour Sansa, he wants to be the one to beat the foreigner." Her father told her, patting her slightly on the knee.

Nodding slightly and looking back down at the fight the Stokeworth knight had backed away to let the two continue their fight, which was still raging. Neither the Thane nor the Kingslayer were letting up and both were becoming increasingly vicious with their attacks. Suddenly the Thane backed off, seemingly to get some distance between himself and Ser Jaime. But as Ser Jaime moved forward he began to speak, no, shout something in a language Sansa didn't understand. "TIID KOL'UL!" As soon as the last word left his mouth he seemed to suddenly speed up, moving faster than Sansa thought was possible. In an instant he moved forward and pushed his shield against Ser Jaime's sword, leaving him open, before bringing his own sword down onto the Kingsguards head.

As the Kingslayer held his helmeted head, trying to recover from the impact everyone in the seating watched in silence, astonished, Sansa could hardly believe it. "Father..."

"I..." Her father spoke but didn't finish, he looked just as confused as everyone else. "I... Don't know."

Back in the pit Ser Jaime dropped his sword and stormed off, while the Stokeworth knight also dropped his. "I yield!" He called out.

Soon the herald cautiously made his way back onto the field, standing by the Thane. "Thane Severus Semponius of the Empire is victorious in the melee!" There was some applause, mainly from the commoner seating. In the highborn seating only a few were clapping and the King was the only one who looked like he genuinely enjoyed the fight.

"Ha, that's how you're supposed to fight!" He yelled out before downing another goblet of wine.

As the applause dieddown the Thane left the field, handing the training sword to one of the squires before leaving the area altogether. "Where is he going father?"

He father looked at where the Thane was going. "Back to his camp I would expect, when I spoke to him it didn't sound like he actually wanted to come to this."

Sansa nodded slightly and looked back down to the tourney field, where the preparations for the next event were beginning.

...

Rikke sat at the table in her tent, going through some reports she needed to catch up with, the downside of the legion it seemed. Neloth and Dinontus were in their own tents, the day's meeting had already happened just as Severus was dragged away to speak to the Hand of the King. Severus had returned a few hours ago to say that the Hand had told him of a Nord at the Wall, a massive structure of Ice right at the top of the Kingdoms as Neloth had told her.

Her peace was interrupted by the arrival of one of the cavalry Decanii. "You wanted to see me, ma'am?"

"Yes." Rikke nodded, putting down the piece of parchment. "You're to take the second Turma north, to this." She pointed to the Wall on the map of Westeros. "There you'll look for a Nord by the name of Eadric Haraldsson and bring him back here if you can."

The Decanus hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yes ma'am. We'll set out at once."

Rikke nodded again and the man turned to leave. "Oh and Idolaf." The man stopped and looked at her. "I want him alive preferably, as I'm sure you do as well." There was a few moments silence again before the other Nord left, leaving Rikke alone with her reports again.

Eadric Haraldsson - Hircine
Skjor - Hircine
Mystery person - Try guessing
Delvin Mallory - Nocturnal

And that's chapter 8 done, thanks for reading hoped you enjoyed it.
Sorry for another chapter only in Kingslanding, not sure what to do with Eadric up North until we get around to the episode seven timeline.
As always feel free to leave a review, all feedback appreciated and wanted.
Oh and if you're unsure, yes the Decanus is Idolaf Battleborn.