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CH 20 draft

By the conclusion of the negotiations, the gathering of Lords from the seven kingdoms had finally descended upon the city of Kings Landing. Their arrival was in eager anticipation of the grand tournament, organized by Robert or we should say Jon.

A single day had passed since I concluded the arduous negotiations with Jon and Robert. It was then that my Uncle Ned, accompanied by his family and a retinue of Lords hailing from the North, made their entrance into the heart of Kings Landing.

Seated at the high table, flanking my uncle and ever-exuberant Robert, I found myself an attentive spectator to their vibrant discourse. As tales of their past and storied adventures filled the air, I allowed my mind to wander, transfixed by the magnificent expanse of the grand Hall within the awe-inspiring walls of the Red Keep. The physical manifestation before me stood in stark contrast to its portrayal in the television show.

Truly, the grand hall exceeded even the wildest of my imaginings. Its colossal proportions catered to the boundless multitude of noble families from all corners of Westeros, from the esteemed High Lords to the valiant hedge knights who roamed the lands.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised by such differences, considering the show's effort to represent the grandness of Winterfell. Honestly, the Winterfell they portrayed on screen was so small that it could easily fit within the vastness of my Gods Woods, with plenty of room to spare.

During the feast, Robert was very excitedly telling everyone that the tournament would start the next day. He said that most of the lords from all over Westeros had arrived in King's Landing.

There was a bit of commotion when people found out that my two sisters had decided to participate in the melee, along with their friends Alysane and Dacey Mormont. Our childhood friend, Brandon Snow, who has been living with my grandfather, also joined the joust.

At first, it seemed like Robert had some doubts about letting them participate, but I managed to convince him. I pointed out that "northern women have exceptional riding and fighting skills, often better than most southern men." To my relief, Robert found it amusing and wasn't offended.

"They're not weak like some southern women," I said, keeping my eyes on Catelyn, who was making snide comments about my sister. She looked shocked when she realized I had heard her.

I could tell that Ned had something he wanted to say in defense of his wife, but he chose to stay silent. He was well aware of my strong dislike towards her. Similarly, I knew he had thoughts about my sister participating in the tournament. He held the belief that women shouldn't be fighting or riding.

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I scanned the list and didn't see anyone interest who was participating in the melee, so I decided to join the joust. I helped my sisters with the registration and made sure everything was going smoothly. Once that was taken care of, I left them to prepare for the melee.

Sybelle, Brandon, and Olly were eagerly assisting Maisie and Alysane in their preparations for the upcoming melee. They had managed to gather a group of skilled northerners to fight alongside them. While I could sense Olly's frustration at not being able to participate in the archery competition, I was relieved to see that he had made the sensible decision to refrain from joining. It may have been a minor injury sustained during our encounter with the freefolk beyond the Wall, but I knew it was important for Olly to give his muscles the time they needed to heal. I reminding him that there would be many more opportunities for him to showcase his skills in the future.

Walking into the pavilion, I spotted Robert motioning for me to sit with him. Next to him was my uncle Ned and his family. Little Arya was eagerly leaning against a post, excited for the games to begin. I rolled my eyes as her mother scolded her to behave like her older sister, who sat upright without fidgeting as she observed the gathering.

As I made my way to my seat, I locked eyes with Catelyn. I held her gaze until she glanced away. Okay, perhaps engaging in this power play with her is a little petty, but I can't stand the bitch.

The day kicked off with Robert starting an archery competition that lasted the whole morning. I was thrilled to see both my cousins, Robb Stark and Domeric Dustin, participating in it.

Robb was actually a really skilled archer. I had been watching him for a while and it was clear that he had received training in using both the sword and bow. However, he wasn't quite on the same level as his fictional counterpart who was the heir to the North and had better training and education.

The archery tournament had different rounds where the target would be moved further back each time. Robb made it to the semifinals, but unfortunately, one of his arrows missed the mark and he got eliminated from the competition. On the other hand, Domeric had some Northern companions by his side as he reached the finals. The target had become smaller by then, which made it trickier for Domeric, and he ended up missing a shot.

In the grand finals, there was one competitor from the north and one from the Riverland. Both competitors put on a great show, going for three rounds of intense archery. It was impressive to witness each of them hitting the bullseye with precision. In the end, I was thrilled to see my fellow northerner come out as the winner, although it was close call. He displayed incredible skill by placing all of his arrows right in the center circle, while his opponent had one that was teetering on the line. As I examined the victorious northerner's gambeson, I noticed a mark of identification indicating he was a guardsman who served under House Dustin.

After the young archer was awarded his prize by Robert, he started making his way back. Just then, Domeric approached him and warmly grasped his shoulder. They exchanged friendly conversation, with smiles and laughter. When our gazes met, I acknowledged Lord Dustin for having such a skilled archer in his company.

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As I eagerly watched my sisters step into the arena, a swell of pride filled my chest. I knew without a doubt that they were skilled warriors, well-prepared for the battle that lay ahead.

From my seat in the stands, I took in the spectacle below, carefully scanning the sea of combatants. It was easy to spot the three groups of Northmen and women, distinguishable by their gleaming full steel plated armor. The intricate engravings on their armor showcased the craftsmanship and attention to detail that set them apart from the rest.

Our journey to King's Landing was not just for meeting up with Robert; it was meant to showcase the vast difference between the North and the other kingdoms. Our weaponry and armor far surpassed anything the other realms had to offer. Our fighters were unmatched in skill and training. By the end of this trip, it would become evident to the Seven Kingdoms that the rumors of the North's advancements were not mere hearsay.

As Robert announced the start of the melee fighting. The energy in the air was palpable, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as I watched the groups form and clash against each other.

In the arena, the knights from the Vale and the Riverlands joined forces and fought in small groups. It was easy to see that they weren't accustomed to working together, and occasionally, they got in each other's way. Unfortunately, numerous Westerland groups had already successfully defeated several teams that consisted of knights from the Vale and the Riverlands.

During the intense chaos of the melee, knights from the Reach put on an impressive show of teamwork. They joined forces with the knights from the Stormlands, determined to overcome their opponents from Dorne and the Crownlands.

For a moment, it seemed like victory was within their reach. (Pun intended) However, a handful of overly confident knights made mistakes. overconfident knights allowed their individual abilities to cloud their judgment. they decided to go off on their own instead of continuing to collaborate with their fellow knights. this misguided decision led to their swift defeat at the hands of their opponents.

The clamor of the arena reached a fever pitch as warriors clashed and blades danced. my eyes drawn to a remarkable group from the Westernlands. Their presence was formidable, led by a towering man adorned with the emblems of three ferocious canines racing across a vibrant field of yellow. they deftly vanquished their opponents, leaving even House Freys in their wake.

Seizing the opportunity afforded by the distraction caused by a valiant Dorneish combatant, the warriors of the Westernlands, under the command of Clegane, they crashed into the knights of the Reach and the Stormlands. These knights, already reeling from the resurgent assault, struggled to hold their ground against this unexpected onslaught.

Amongst all the chaos, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as I watched my sisters' group in action. Their mastery of combat was evident in every move they made. With their spears in hand, they executed the fluid movements of water dancing, a technique they had honed over years of dedicated training.

But it wasn't just my sisters who impressed me. Each member of their group displayed incredible skill in their respective fields, wielding their swords and shields with precision and grace. Their coordination was impeccable, their unity unbreakable.

As I watched them fight, I couldn't help but be captivated by their fluidity and accuracy. Their strikes landed with uncanny precision, as if they were guided by an unseen force.

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Maisie and Alysane showcased their unparalleled skills in the art of water dance as they confronted the approaching group of Vale knights. With grace and precision, Maisie engaged the first charging Vale knight. She moved like water, effortlessly flowing past his sword swings. In a swift motion, she struck the butt of her spear against his knee, causing him to collapse in pain.

Dodging a swing from another Vale knight, Maisie used his shoulder as a pivot, swinging herself around and delivering a powerful kick to the face of a third opponent. The force of the blow sent him sprawling, unconscious. Without wasting a moment, Maisie swiftly dispatched the first two knights, leaving them defeated in her wake.

Meanwhile, Alysane charged forward, her weapons of choice, a mace and an axe, held firmly in her hands. She met the swing of a Vale knight head-on, deftly evading the blow with a well-timed sidestep. Seizing the opportunity, Alysane used her axe to hook onto the knight's shield, disrupting his balance and leaving him vulnerable. With a resounding thud, her mace connected with the back of his helmet, rendering him unconscious in an instant.

While Maisie and Alysane were busy dealing with a knight from the Riverlands and Vale, Sybelle, Dacey, and Brandon swiftly took care of a group from the Riverlands, and then turned their attention to one from the Stormlands.

Unfortunately, during the skirmish with the Stormlanders, Dacey sustained an injury and had to retreat. After regrouping, Sybelle took charge and led the group in further attacks, successfully defeating another group consisting of members from House Frey.

There seemed to be some animosity between Maisie and one of the Frey individuals, as during their confrontation, she skillfully disarmed him by cutting off his hand and sliced through his thigh, causing him to scream in pain on the ground. To finish the encounter, she forcefully struck him on the head with her spare weapon, rendering him unconscious. After the confrontation only Maisie and Sybelle from their group was left.

The arena had fewer groups compared to before. My sisters , Clegane group, was there, as well as a group from the stormlands. There was two another groups which had Barristan Selmy and Jamie Lannister in it.

Clegane and his men fought against Barristan's group, defeating all of Barristan's companions. However, Clegane companions, and himself was defeated by Barristan. Jamie, on the other hand, was defeated by Beric Dondarrion and his companions. After the fight with Jamie, Dondarrion was left with just one companion who had to retreat due to injuries.

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Now there was only four competitors left Dondarrion, Barristan, Maisie and Sybelle. Maisie took the lead against Dondarrion. Sybelle and Barristan move off to the side to allow them to have their fight without being distracted.

In the beginning of the bout Maisie was having some difficulty dealing with Dondarrion. Because of his incredible speed, she struggled to keep her distance from him. Maisie focused mostly on defending herself, skillfully evading and blocking his attacks. Every now and then, she managed to land a few hits, but they were deflected by his sturdy armor.

Suddenly, as Maisie's spear deflected off Dondarrion's armor and slid past him, he saw an opportunity to strike back. Seizing the moment, he raised his sword, trying to stab Maisie. Off-balance and moving closer to him, Maisie narrowly escaped his attack by twisting her body and performing a series of impressive backflips. The crowd erupted in cheers, amazed by the acrobatics displayed during the fight.

Maisie shifted her focus to attacking Dondarrion's legs and feet with her spear. She executed rapid stabs and slashes, catching him off guard. Eventually, her relentless assault caused him to stumble and fall. With her spear poised at his throat, Maisie emerged as the victor, effectively ending their intense confrontation.

After helping Dondarrion up, Maisie enthusiastically clapped her four arms together with him to show respect before they stepped aside to make way for Sybelle and Barristan's bout. Sybelle wasted no time and launched an aggressive attack, using her spear to strike Barristan from every possible angle. But Barristan, displaying his exceptional sword skills, swiftly moved at lightning speed, effortlessly blocking each strike and deftly twisting his body to evade any potential hits.

Refocused, Sybelle now used her spare to execute quick and piercing motions, aiming to strike Barristan. Once again, he showcased his incredible skill by dodging most of the blows, relying on his armor for defense when evasion wasn't possible.

Undeterred, Barristan changed tactics and quickly closed in on Sybelle, attempting to get past her spear and invade her personal space, making it harder for her to defend. However, Sybelle quickly planted her spear on the ground, using it to launch herself away from Barristan's reach. Employing acrobatic attacks and delivering a powerful kick to his chest, while she maneuvers away she managed to knock him back a few steps.

The crowd watched in awe as the two clashed, their weapons meeting with resounding force. Sybelle, not one to back down, swiftly moved her spear weapon to launch another strike at Barristan. However, with lightning-fast reflexes, Barristan sidestepped her attack and sliced her spear clean in half. But Sybelle was not about to let Barristan claim victory so easily.

With a burst of energy, Sybelle delivered a powerful kick to Barristan's legs, causing him to stumble and fall to his knees, clearly in pain. Seizing the opportunity, Sybelle swiftly picked up her now shorter spear, which now measured only a meter in length. Both warriors locked eyes, ready to resume the battle.

As they circled each other, tension filled the air. Suddenly, Barristan lunged forward, his blade descending upon Sybelle. But she was prepared. Using her quick reflexes and agile legs, she deflected his blade and used her leg to delivered a strike to his injured leg, sending him crashing to the ground.

In a swift motion, Sybelle moved her spear under Barristan's neck, effectively ending the fight. The arena erupted in shocked silence, unable to fathom that a girl from the North had just defeated the mightiest warrior in the seven kingdoms. The astonishment was quickly replaced by thunderous applause, led by Prince Leon and followed by the rest of the crowd.