STORY TITLE: Reyne's Rebirth
PART: 02 of ? The Tournament
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson ( )
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DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to George R.R. Martin and HBO
SUMMARY: The Lannisters believed they had destroyed the last of the Reyne family during their rebellion. But they were wrong, and in the aftermath of Prince Rhaegar's defeat of Robert Baratheon at the Trident, the last Reyne makes his plans to return.
FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
CATEGORY: Harem
RELATIONSHIPS: Rhaegar/Lyanna, Rhaegar/Elia Martell, Ned Stark/Catelyn Stark, Aemon Targaryen/Arya Stark, OC/Multiple Women
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: 5,648
SPOILERS: None, goes AU prior to Season One of Game of Thrones
NOTE ON THE TOURNAMENT: I know absolutely Jack/Squat about jousting, other than what I might have picked up from different movies over the years, so I lay no claim to any sort of accuracy, okay?
WARNINGS: If you've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, oral, anal, Femme-slash, dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest. Of course, since we are talking about the Targaryen's, incest as well.
BETA'D BY: Starway Man
The Free City of Braavos
Essos
12th Month, 301 AC
(8 Months Prior to the Last Scene of the Prologue)
The midday sun beat down on the dusty courtyard where the combatants faced each other, ignoring the calls and jokes from the gathered crowd were well aware this was a friendly spar, the two had been facing each other on nearly a daily basis for months. The man in his heavy plate, the type the men of the Kingdoms wore, and the woman in her boiled leather.
The woman was taller than most, her dark brown hair matted with sweat, amusement in her blue eyes as she danced forward, her war hammer leading the way. The man facing her was her opposite in many ways - fair of skin but dark of hair, slender of build, but his eyes were determined as he held his sword in hand, his shield up to block the hammer blow.
"Come on, merchant boy! You'll have to do better than that to beat me! Show me some fire, why don't you?" the woman taunted, dancing back from the thrust of the blade.
"I'll show you plenty of fire when your small clothes are hanging from my doorknob, wench! You may act like Yara Greyjoy, but she would eat you for breakfast!"
The woman laughed, and lunged for him, the war hammer whistling through the air as she aimed for his sword arm, only for the man to twist in place and catch the blow on his shield. The jarring blow loosened her grip on the shaft of her weapon, and when he swept the hammer away with the shield, it was jerked from her hand and flew through the air, landing in the water barrel several feet away.
Before she could even react, the blade was at her throat, and his eyes bored into hers. "Do you yield, Larra?"
Larra Baratheon, daughter of the long-dead would-be Usurper Robert Baratheon, bowed her head in submission - and the blade was instantly withdrawn, to the sound of laughter and coins changing hands among the crowd.
Neither of them took much notice - the man was already striding away, Larra following closely behind, pausing only to retrieve the hammer before leaving the courtyard. Those who had watched them in the past shared knowing grins, while the rest wondered why they didn't stay and enjoy a tankard as was traditional.
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Not far from the Long Canal
Later that afternoon
The private room behind the smithy was quiet, with both man and woman sated for the moment. Randal lay back on the blanket that covered the rough mattress, smiling at the black-haired and blue-eyed woman in his arms. It never failed; Larra was always eager for bedding after sparring, and, since the clash of arms always got his blood pumping, it was inevitable that the two of them would be tearing their clothes off as soon as they could find privacy.
It was a bit ironic that the two of them should have fallen into the sort of relationship they had, considering their history of their families - but the gods had a rather twisted sense of humor, it seemed. House Baratheon had owed a great deal of gold to House Reyne during the reign of Aegon the Unlikely, and that bill would be settled in time - but for now, Robert's daughter delighted in, as she called it, 'doing her part to pay the debt.'
Of course, the fact that Larra got as much pleasure out of their coupling as he did just meant that the two of them spent quite a bit of time naked, much to his parents' amusement. They had been very supportive of the time the two of them practiced, helping him adjust to the heavier armor and weapons that he would face in the tournament eight months hence. His parents just rolled their eyes at the 'cool down' exercises, and simply made sure there was plenty of food for the two of them afterward.
He and Larra appreciated that, because they did tend to work up an appetite after her cunt was done milking his cock for all it could get.
Larra shifted on the bed, looking up at him, and said, "You're leaving in the morning, aren't you?"
Randal Reyne nodded, "I need the time to establish myself in Westeros and make my way to King's Landing for the celebration tournament. Winning, or even placing extremely well, will put me in position to achieve my goals." He looked at her seriously, "Are you sure I can't convince you to join me? I could use your war hammer at my back."
Larra shook her head, "Not looking like I do, no. There are still too many people who hate my father, and don't care that I never even knew the man, that they would try and kill me on sight. Not that I'm worried about that, I can handle myself, of course - but it would draw too much attention to you, and that wouldn't be good."
"No, it wouldn't, but I'll miss you. You know that, don't you?"
"Don't be getting sentimental on me now, merchant boy!" Larra said with a teasing smile. "We knew this day would come. And when you've reestablished your family and decide to conquer the Dothraki, send for me - I'll have my own sellsword company by then, and will be itching for a good fight!"
Randal laughed - it was an old joke between the two of them, especially since he had no interest in conquering anything but a willing woman. He was skilled at arms because he had to be, but unlike many others, felt no need to prove his manhood on the field of battle.
The falling light through the window alerted them to the time, and after a quick wash, they dressed again, heading for Randal's home for a farewell meal. That Larra would spend the night with him in his bed didn't need to be discussed.
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King's Landing
302 AC
Shortly after the Last Scene of the Prologue
The public welcoming ceremony for the Starks was finished, and, after giving Ned and his family the time to refresh themselves from the journey, and the younger members time to see to their wolves, they all gathered for a private dinner in the King's Royal Pavilion.
Aemon managed to endure the private fussing of his mothers with good grace - the two of them had tried to hide it, but Rhaegar was well aware of just how much they missed their son. They'd missed him so much that both of his wives now had slightly swollen bellies, which Ned had to tease him about, of course.
Rhaegar just shrugged; he loved both Elia and Lyanna, and enjoyed having a large family. Of course, Ned couldn't really say anything, not with his five children.
He called the families to the table, and shared an amused glance that Aemon and Arya took seats next to each other, although Daenerys looked slightly disgruntled about it. His younger sister had always been Aemon's favorite before he went to the North, and she obviously wasn't pleased to have been replaced in his heart. Oh well, Dany needed to understand that nothing could have come of it anyway, they were far too closely related - and the Doctrine of Exceptionalism was not something he wanted to debate with the Faith any longer, in any case.
The meal was enjoyable, the conversation light and full of laughter. Ned and Lyanna were teasing each other as siblings do, and it was a revelation to see the stern Warden of Winterfell laughing so hard that tears were flowing from his face, while his wife hid her own laughter behind her hands.
The laughter was just as loud at the children's section of the table, and Rhaegar was pleased to see that his second son was on friendly terms with Robb and his brothers, laughing and jostling together the way he used to with Aegon and even Viserys (before the latter's madness started showing). Hmm, the shy glances between Aegon and Ned's oldest Sansa were interesting, and worth keeping an eye on.
He grimaced slightly at the rather blatant way Rhaenys was flirting with Robb, but the Heir of Winterfell didn't appear uncomfortable in the slightest with her attentions. Either Aemon had warned him, or the young man had already been successful in bedding a serving girl or two in the past. Either way, Robb was holding his own, and if his oldest daughter found herself burned by playing with fire? Well, that was a lesson she needed to learn. It was unfortunate that Jamie Lannister was away from the city with his squadron, his presence was one of the only things that kept his headstrong daughter from causing trouble.
Although, considering that neither Jamie or Rhaenys were all that happy about the arrangement, if she did make a play for Robb, and he managed to tame her? Well, it might be worth considering other options.
It was already clear that Aemon was far more at home in the North, probably because of the Stark blood, than he ever was here in the South, and Arya was a true wolf maiden at heart, much like her aunt. So much so that if his son presented her at court as his Lady, Arya would likely take her blade to one or more of the foolish Southern Lords for their derisive comments! Not that he would really object, most of them would look better with steel in their bellies, but Rhaegar knew he really didn't need the additional headaches that blood feuds against House Stark would cause him.
It would take some discussion to bring his wives around, but that was for tomorrow, they still needed to talk to Ned and Catelyn.
After everyone was finished eating, he looked across the table at Ned and said, "I believe we and our ladies have something to discuss. If you would care to join us for a private drink?"
Ned and Catelyn's eyes flicked to where Aemon and Arya were deep in conversation, and Ned nodded, pushing back his chair as they rose.
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Ned smiled briefly at the servant who provided them with glasses of wine, and waited for his King, and surprisingly, his friend, to speak. He and Catelyn were well aware of the subject of discussion, and were certainly in favor of the idea. The two of them had become extremely fond of his nephew, and it was clear that Arya was completely besotted with the lad.
They didn't think anything beyond some stolen kisses and fumbling in private corners had taken place as yet, but knowing Arya - well, it would only be a matter of time before she bedded Aemon if he tried to hold back, the wolf's blood was too strong in her for it to be otherwise.
The King rose to his feet and smiled at he and Cat, saying, "I think we've all noticed how close our son Aemon and your daughter Arya have become since he went North. Easily half of the, admittedly rare, letters we receive from him are about Arya. My wives and I discussed it earlier, and would like you to consider wedding the two of them when they are of age. My original thought was to invite Arya to spend a year with us, so she could learn the ways of the South, but after observing her this afternoon, I don't see that it would work. You know as well as I that she's born for the North, a true wolf-maiden as I called her earlier."
Ned could feel Cat's relief - she wasn't happy about the idea of her boisterous daughter among the nobles of King's Landing, given her wildness, but she'd been willing to accept it for Arya's happiness.
So Ned smiled again and said, "I think that I would be honored to have our Houses and families joined even more than they already are, Your Grace, and I'm sure that Aemon and Arya would be delighted with the idea. Especially since both Robb and Sansa have expressed a desire to see more of the Kingdoms than just the North, thus I would ask - would you be willing to have them as guests for a time, when we depart?"
Ned watched the silent conversation the King had with his wives, slightly amused that he sought their approval, even though he certainly consulted with Cat about important matters as well. He may be in charge, but only a foolish man doesn't take proper care to ensure the harmony of the home. He had learned that early on in his marriage.
After a few moments, the King smiled and held out his hand, "We would be pleased to welcome them to King's Landing, goodbrother. I'm sure that Aegon would love to learn more about the North from your daughter, and Robb will find plenty to learn here."
Ned had noticed the attention Rhaenys had been paying Robb, and he gave the King a brief knowing grin at the last comment, which Rhaegar returned, before they sent for Aemon and Arya.
To no one's surprise, the two of them were thrilled at the idea of being married one day, and even more about Aemon returning to Winterfell with them. What did surprise Catelyn and Elia, but not the others, was the passionate kiss that Arya gave Aemon when they got the news!
It took both he and the King clearing their throats loudly to get the two of them to break apart, and Cat pulled Arya to the side of the room, burning her ears with her whispered words. The worst part was, Arya just stood there grinning, obviously disregarding anything her mother had to say.
But that was just Arya Stark, she always went her own way. Ned knew he would need to have a word with Aemon, he understood that certain things happened when one was young, but he didn't want to be a grandfather just yet!
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The Royal Pavilion
The Tournament Grounds
The Next Day
Rhaenys sat in the shade of the pavilion, her mothers and Aunt Daenerys beside her as the first of the jousts started. She was still fuming at the lecture her mothers gave her last night, just because she decided to have a little bit of fun with Robb!
At least he knew how to flirt properly, unlike the old lump she had been betrothed to. Honestly, if Jamie Lannister had any concept of conversation topics besides his duty and his family, she would be greatly surprised!
And she wasn't going to deny that Robb Stark was attractive, his muscles were noticeable even in his riding clothes, and there was a fire in his eyes that really intrigued her. He had a strength that called to her, unlike Jamie, who seemed easily distracted by the prospect of battle - or else something bad happening to his brother, the Imp. She wanted a man that could stand up to her, not just acquiesce whenever she glared at him!
She'd told her mothers that when they had finished lecturing her yesterday, and while Mother Lyanna seemed sympathetic, Mother Elia just shook her head, and said that she needed to learn discretion, before it caused talk, and left the room. Mother Lyanna had stayed behind for a moment, and she'd braced herself for an additional lecture - but instead, her father's second wife had said, "Don't let her fool you, Rhae, she argues with your father all the time, because she knows that it will end with him pulling her over his lap for a bare-assed spanking - and then he gives her a seeing to that has her walking funny the next day! I don't even bother with arguing, myself - I just walk over and bend over his desk, Rhaegar gets the message quickly enough."
Before she could even react to that bit of information, Mother Lyanna had scurried from the room. Rhaenys really hadn't wanted to think about the comment about catching up to Mother Elia, before she and Father got started...
She was still in a bit of a daze as she'd made her way to her bedchamber, picturing arguing with Robb, and having him do the exact same thing to her. So Rhaenys had fumbled with her dress and barely got it off before the images got to her - and she'd shoved her hand inside her small clothes and her fingers were pushing inside her, pumping furiously.
She'd bitten her hand to keep from screaming her release, and, when she'd recovered, Rhaenys had managed to hang up her dress and slide under the covers. It was no surprise after the dawn arrived that her dreams were filled with Robb, or that she'd woken up with her fingers inside herself.
That was why Rhaenys currently found herself paying a bit more attention to the opening jousts than she had previously, as she was watching for the Stark Coat of Arms. Robb was the only member of the family competing in the tournament, although she had heard Arya teasing Aemon about disguising herself as a mystery knight and sneaking in to joust as well.
That comment had earned the girl a swat across the ass from her cousin, and Arya's subsequent giggle had made Rhaenys squirm slightly, remembering Mother Lyanna's comment.
The sound of snorting horses pulled Rhaenys from her thoughts, and she looked down from her seat, her eyes scanning the riders until she saw the Dire Wolf of the Starks. Robb was in the second rank of riders, and he had the face plate of his helm up, his eyes alert. When he saw her, he gave her a slight smile and nodded his head in recognition, but then he winked at her!
Suddenly flustered, Rhaenys looked away. What in the name of the Seven was wrong with her? She was a Targaryen, she was the one in control, always - so why was she fighting the urge to blush, just because Robb Stark winked at her?
She struggled to calm herself, and as she looked over the other riders, she saw something that was unexpected - there was a rider near the end who was fully masked, and his shield was covered, hiding his identity. Rhaenys wondered who he was, and why he hid his identity. She'd heard of mystery knights showing up a few times in the past, and there was usually an interesting story behind their actions. Maybe this one would be the same?
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Randal Reyne smirked under his mask, he was already attracting a great deal of attention, which was just the way he wanted it. Once he revealed himself, it would add to his reputation. He had taken a look at the competition, matching the emblems against the list of families who owed his family a debt. He saw the Martell's, the Tully's, the Tyrell's, and several others, and he was looking forward to collecting what they owed him.
He also saw the Dire Wolf of the Starks, but since they rarely left the North, they didn't have any debt to the family, so he didn't give the House much thought. If he and the Heir of Winterfell ended up facing each other, then would be time to consider the Starks.
There was no golden lion blazon of the Lannister's, which didn't surprise him, since they would be welcomed even less than the two remaining Baratheon brothers. From what he had learned over the last several months, Tywin Lannister was dead - either by his own hand, or killed by the dwarf, so he had escaped his punishment. At least the Old Lion was finally dead, so he wasn't going to worry about missed opportunities.
Randal did remember hearing that the daughter - Cersei, he thought her name was - had been sent to the Silent Sisters, when the King had exiled the father. He might be willing to see her completely under his control, rather than still in King's Landing where she would hear things...
Turning his attention from the other riders, Randal faced the Royal Pavilion and observed the King and his family. Rhaegar was sitting in the center, his wives on either side of him, although seeing Lord Stark and his wife sitting next to them was a bit of a surprise... maybe he needed to find out more about the Northerners, after all?
Seated below the King and his wives, were the children of the family, and he admired the girls instantly. The older of the two must be Rhaenys, she had a calculating look he didn't care for - but the other, the King's sister Daenerys, she was interesting...
She was just as attractive as her niece, with the traditional features of Old Valyria - but there was an innocence about her, a freshness that was hard to describe. Even at a distance, he could see the gleam of intelligence in her eyes as she looked around with interest.
Yes, she would do nicely. Randal knew that he was probably dishonoring the girl, thinking of her as if she were nothing more than a useful tool, but he had to harden himself, at least at first, to make sure that his mission would be successful. Once she was his, then he could treat her properly, the way he treated Larra - but that was for later.
It was ironic that Daenerys was his first target, because it gave him the perfect way to approach her after he won. Of course, he still had to win the joust, but he felt confident in his ability to beat the others. They were all soft, raised in the luxuries of Westeros, and not forged in the hardships of Essos as he was.
Daenerys must have felt his eyes on her, because she turned her face toward him - and he shifted his gaze to the other family boxes, his eyes picking up the daughters of the families he was interested in. He smiled under his face-plate, for all of the young women were certainly attractive, which would make accomplishing his goals far more pleasant than it could have been.
The sounding of the horns pulled Randal from his observations, and he took his place to await his first opponent.
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The Royal Pavilion
The Tournament Grounds
Later That Day
Daenerys sat comfortably, watching the jousting and cheering her chosen favorites, but her eyes kept looking for the masked knight who had been watching her. She had noticed him from the very beginning, and his attention had warmed her. She was used to the exotic-looking Rhaenys receiving attention, and that the knight ignored her half-Dornish niece to focus on her was rather... thrilling. She had also noticed appreciative looks from some of the other knights, but none of them intrigued her the way the mystery knight did.
She had found herself cheering him on as he defeated every knight that he faced, some easily, as in the beginning, but the last two had been difficult wins. It was rather sweet seeing him knock the fatuous fool Quentyn Martell off his horse though; his father Doran had been petitioning the King to set up an arrangement between her and his son, and the boy was even worse than the father!
Fortunately the King hadn't been receptive, which hadn't pleased House Martell, but Daenerys didn't really care. She'd rather go to the Silent Sisters before she let Quentyn touch her, and she'd said as much to the King. She had her own desires for the type of man she would marry, and so far, none of those who had importuned her brother had even come close.
Dany had been disappointed when Aemon was sent to the North, because her nephew definitely came close to her desires, and under different circumstances - well, they'd have been long wedded by now, and perhaps even had a babe or two. Aemon had inherited the traditional Stark look from his mother, which had been very appealing to her - but the King had refused to even consider their union, because of the too-close blood ties. She'd understood eventually, after having seen the results of breeding too close in some of the livestock that was kept outside the city, and she had no desire to give birth to something that damaged.
There was a loud cheer as Robb Stark defeated his latest opponent, and Dany saw Rhaenys lean forward in excitement. It seemed her niece found Starks (even those with Tully features) just as interesting as Aemon did, and from the way that Aegon and Sansa were sitting together, the two families might soon be getting closer than the King might wish. But it should be okay, at least for now. The Starks and the Targaryen's hadn't ever shared blood until Aemon's birth, and Arya's mother was a Tully, so any children conceived between Aegon and Sansa would be most likely healthy ones.
Several people around her started moving from their seats, since there was going to be a break before the next set of jousts, and so Daenerys stood, stretching her legs. She moved over to speak to Sansa, who had been watching with fascination, between cheering for her brother of course.
"It's exciting, isn't it?" Dany asked, sitting down next to the Stark girl. Sansa gave her a quick smile and nodded, before taking a sip of her drink.
"Very much so, Your Grace. I know that we occasionally have tournaments in the North, but those take place at White Harbor and mostly focus on archery and the melee, not jousting. That's why I'm thrilled that Robb is doing so well. We ride out of necessity, but some of the knights here seem like they treat it as an art."
Dany laughed, "They do, some of them, anyway, but I don't see the point in it. I can ride well enough, to get from place to place, but that's about it. For long distances, I prefer a carriage, it's much easier to talk to your companions when you aren't being distracted by horses being horses."
Sansa smiled, remembering her lady's courtesies. "They can be a bit much, Your Grace. I'm just glad Father doesn't have Arya and I mucking out the stables, if we do something naughty. I've smelled Robb and Aemon and the others when they finish, and wanted to empty a water barrel over them!"
Dany raised an eyebrow; she really couldn't picture the girl in front of her doing anything 'naughty', especially not something bad enough to receive punishment. Maybe the Stark girl was more interesting than she'd thought?
The two of them chatted for a while longer, until people started coming back to their seats, and Dany moved back to her place for the next round. She had just sat down when she saw the banners being changed, and gave a start. She hadn't realized that this was going to be the final round. And that meant that her mystery knight was going to be facing Robb. Dany knew most of her family was going to be supporting Robb, and she had during the earlier jousts, but for this, she really hoped that her mystery knight would be the winner.
Daenerys smothered a grin at considering the mystery knight as hers, but she did - and she was well aware of his eyes on her several times during the day, and she liked that!
She watched intently as the two of them faced each other, their lances down, and at the signal, charged down the field. There was a loud ringing as they met, but neither was able to unhorse the other, so they whirled their horses back to the starting point.
There was a little bustle behind her as the King left his seat, surrounded by the senior members of the Kingsguard, to join the judges. One of the servants held the flowered crown that would be presented to the winner. Dany was fairly certain, based on what she'd seen, that if Robb was the winner, her niece Rhaenys would be wearing the crown. But, if the mystery knight won, who would he crown? After all, his eyes had landed on other highborn ladies apart from her during the day. But she really hoped that she would be the one to be crowned! Hopefully the mystery knight didn't have a wife already, because the upheaval from the King crowning Lyanna at Harrenhal was still being felt at times, even today.
It was on the next charge that it happened - Robb's shield slipped slightly when his horse stumbled, and the mystery knight landed a glancing blow, enough to knock him off balance and off his horse. There was applause at the move, but even more when the other knight reined his horse and dismounted, first helping Robb to his feet, and then moving to check on Robb's horse. The horse had gotten back to its feet, and the two of them were checking the beast's legs, before Robb clapped the knight on his shoulder and walked off, leading his horse to the Stark pavilion.
The entire crowd started cheering at the display of chivalry, and the mystery knight remounted and trotted up to the Judge's stand. The King was standing there, smiling as he held out the crown of flowers. "Congratulations, Ser Mystery Knight, it is now time for you to crown the Queen of Love and Beauty. Who will you choose?"
The mystery knight took the crown and turned his horse, moving steadily toward the Royal Pavilion. Dany held her breath, because the knight's eyes had locked with hers as he turned, and he was moving directly toward her. The rest of her family noticed as well, and there were murmurs of conversation around her, but Dany didn't pay them any attention - all that mattered was the steady approach of the masked knight.
Moments later, he finally stopped his horse directly in front of the pavilion and dismounted. He walked to where she was sitting, holding out the crown. With a wide smile, Daenerys left her seat and walked down to meet him. When she was directly in front of him, he held the crown in one hand while he lifted his face-plate with the other, showing his face to her as he placed the crown on her head.
She didn't recognize the man, but his fair complexion and dark red hair were certainly attractive, as were the hazel eyes that were full of intelligence, and - was that desire as well? Dany was drawn to him, her eyes on his lips, and she was almost about to lose her senses completely and kiss him - when the King's voice sounded throughout the grounds.
"Hold, Ser! Before you accept your Queen of Love and Beauty's favor, I would know who you are!"
Her mystery knight smiled at her, and said, "One moment, my Queen, I will return."
Getting back on his horse, he rode to the King, and when he arrived, the mystery knight reached up and removed his helm, showing his face to the King and the others around him. Dany saw the King's eyes widen with recognition - but before he said anything, the knight lifted his shield and tore away the covering, showing it to the King, before turning so the others could see.
The coat of arms was a red lion with a forked tail, the tongue and claws gold, on a silver background. She gasped when she recognized it, and there were shouts of shock and dismay from the families in attendance, but they all stilled when the King held up his hand.
The knight's voice carried clearly, "Your Grace, I am Randal Reyne, and I have returned to the realm of Westeros to restore my House. I am also," he said as he dismounted and knelt before the King, "your loyal subject."
He reached down and took the sword and scabbard off his belt and, with head bowed, held it to the King in a show of fealty to the Crown.
There was silence for a long moment, before the King nodded, "Rise, Ser Reyne, and welcome back to these lands. I believe that we have much to discuss."
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