Dragon Chapter 5

Soooooo? More spars? One eye?

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The princess was scary, well both Princesses were scary. Elia already knew of the game that was being played, while Rhaenyra was fucking scary. I felt like she knew what or who I was. That is not possible I don't think, but fuck did the thought scare me. Did I mention I was scared? No well, I fucking am! Cannon is fucking fucked! All of my plans needed to be rethought and most of all, I had no fucking idea what to do or how to proceed.

Fucking fuck!

While I had a freak out in my head, I was getting ready for another spar, and this time I knew that Princess Meria had purposefully spread the word of the spar. Fucking Martells, fucking sand snakes. When I woke up this morning, I already decided I would win this spar. If cannon is gone, which it most certainly is, then I had no choice but to fend for myself. Brandon would get Winterfell, while I would get some other castle in the north.

At least I had started my research early so I would be prepared when I get cut off from a majority of the Stark gold. I already had a friendship with Oberyn; if today goes well, I would have the friendship of the Martells. That alone could help open some doors for a second son. As I was mulling over things, Princess Rhaenyra, who I am sure is doing this shit on purpose, walked (sauntered) over to me while the whole yard watched. I paused my warmup and turned to bow to her.

'I swear' I began to think before she once again decided to screw with me and interrupted my thoughts by stepping into my personal space and hugging me, knowing fully well what some of the fucking nobles would say.

Fucking princess.

This woman, because that's what she is, was the fucking devil.

"Ned, so good you see you again, after our last walk and talk, you've been avoiding me." I could practically feel the smile as she said that. "Doing something like that could give a girl the wrong impression."

'Not the wrong impression, I've been avoiding you.' Of course, valuing my life, I choose not to say that to the Princess. Instead, I said, "Avoid you? Never. I've just been so busy that by the time I was free, you were either in lessons or had gone to bed."

"You know Ned, you could always sneak into my room at night." Instead of whispering that, Rhaenyra said that part louder fully knowing that the yard boys near us would hear that. I could already feel the headache coming.

As I was about to answer, I was interrupted by the ever-present shadow of the Princess, the sword of Morning, Ser Arthur Dayne. "Princess, should he attempt that, I would have no choice but to cut him down, and I doubt you would like that."

"My Dear Sword of Morning, must you ruin my fun?" Rhaenyra said with an exasperated flair. "Anyways, Ned, what's this I hear that you are going to have a duel with Oberyn? Is beating Robert not enough to rocket your name to all the lords of the kingdoms?"

Rocket…that word echoed in my ear as I gave my response. "Robert was just a daily spar. This is a duel with Oberyn to see who the best Spear of our generation is. I also stand to gain the friendship of House Martell should I win." I explained.

While she was mulling over my words, my mind kept going back to the word rocket. Why did that word bother me so much? It was as if it was wrong, but I knew what a rocket was and the word did not sound wrong.

Then a realization hit me as if stuck by one of Robert's blows. I knew what a rocket was. Then how in the ever-living fuck did the Princess of this backward-ass story know what a rocket was? 'The fucking she-devil was also a reincarnation. God fucking damn it. Can I not catch a break on this? First cannon was fucked, but now I got to deal with another reincarnation? What's next?' I was then brought out of my thoughts by the princess.

"Oh, a wager is it then Ned? Allow me to up the ante." The she-devil grinned.

'Troublesome.' I thought to myself as I let out a sigh. "Pray to tell Princess, what would you like to wager?" I gave up on trying to win this round. The she-devil threw me off my game with one word. Fucking princess.

"Already Praying Ned? I haven't even said the stakes of the wager yet. Well, here we go." The she-devil stated her terms.

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Rickard Stark was a hard man, he had to be. The only child born from Edwyle Stark and Marna Locke. From a young age, he had much to live up to, and his father ensured he knew of his responsibilities. Rickard had a long, stern face and walked with an air of quiet dignity. To cap off his appearance he had the signature grey eyes that every Stark carried. Which made him wonder how some of his children were so wild. Brandon, his eldest had too much wolf blood in him. While Lyanna was a wild child through and through. Benjen was too young to tell. In his mind, Eddard was the one who took after him the most.

Quiet, calm, willing to listen, level-headed, and not prone to finding trouble. At least that's what he taught until recently. it had only been a short time since the Princess had decided she wanted to visit the realm and stopped by his good friend Jon Arryn that had started getting letters from some of the lords there about his son.

It would seem that all of his children had gotten the wolf blood….

Eddard in a span of two weeks had soured his friendship with the Baratheon boy, apparently gained the attention of the Princess from what he was hearing, and then had been declared a friend of Dorne. While also being hailed as one of the best young spears of the new generation.

Any other lord would have been over the moon, but not Rickard.

But those would be thoughts for another day.

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The next round of the game was about to start, and the new players would be presenting themselves. Already two players seemed to stand apart from the rest. The princess and the second Stark boy.

Both of them had already made moves that could shake the board. Only time would tell how they would fare.

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Now more than ever I want to make games for this place. Due to the fact, all I have done is spar and avoid Rhaenyra. Why am I avoiding the princess you may ask? Well due to the fact that she scares me and also that she is a reincarnation as well.

Fucking bullshit.

However soon the tournament would be over and the princess would go away, giving me time to think. Since the conversation before the spar, my mind had been on autopilot which led to a very interesting outcome.

Right after the conversation with the princess.

"Ned!" Came the call from Oberyn after the princess (She-devil) glided away to her adoring fans, as he walked over to me spear in hand. "Ready to lose?"

"Ha! I should be asking you that." I quipped back. "Shall we get started?"

"Ready when you are Ned." Oberyn grinned while getting into stance.

From what I remember from the show, Oberyn's spear style was heavily influenced by Wushu spear/staff fighting. Of course, I would treat that with a grain of salt now since once again cannon is fucked.

This time I adjusted my stance slightly, knees bent, with the spear tip pointed toward my opponent. If there was one thing I could count on was Oberyn starting the fight. He was not the red viper quite yet, he was young, a bit brash, and overall lacking experience. However, let it be said that Oberyn Martell was a prodigy when it came to fighting with the spear.

He rushed at me while moving the tip of the spear in a circular pattern trying to confuse me to strike my face. I countered by thrusting my spear toward his face forcing him to change his route of attack.

Here is where Oberyn showed how smart and skilled he was. He let the extend and grabbed the butt of it, then spun around aiming to smash me in the face. I stuck the butt of my spear into the ground and braced it to block the attack. In that split second that he would recover from the block, I tried to disarm him by grabbing just below the head of the spear and pulling.

Realizing what I was trying to do, Oberyn swung his spear outwards and then did two more spins/jumps to put some distance between us. While countering was fun and fit more of my style, every now and then a man has to throw down.

My turn to attack.

I took off in a sprint, my spear held in my hand, and the tip pointed toward the ground.

Once I closed the distance, I swung the spear toward his face, knowing he would block or dodge. He blocked it and tried to disarm me. Instead of swinging out my spear, I moved closer to him. And then proceeded to give him a headbutt. He let go of my spear and took a few steps back dazed.

Thinking I had the upper hand I pressed the attack.

Today was the day Oberyn would start to earn his moniker of viper, which would eventually become the Red Viper of Dorne. Because he faked being dazed and then swung the spear upwards to my face.

Giving me a scar across my left eye.

I took a few steps back, got myself together then proceeded to attach with thrusts toward his face, then when he got into the rhythm of dodging, I then spun my spear and used the butt of it to strike him in the chest. I then swiped out his legs letting him fall onto his back with my spear pointed toward his face ending what the smallfolk would come to call the fight of the quiet wolf and red viper.

Once we both started to calm down, I then noticed the pain on the left side of my face as I went to help Oberyn to his feet.

"Well Oberyn, I must say that was one hell of a spar," I said as I helped him to his feet.

"Ned, your eye." Was his response, as he struggled to keep his emotions in check in front of the audience.

"It was just a mistake Oberyn, it could have happened to anyone," I replied and assuaged his worries. "I forgive you, I dare say this might help my chances with the ladies. In an epic battle, I bested the viper of Dorne and left with only a scar."

As I said that we both laughed.

"But I do have a favor to ask Oberyn."

"What can I do for you Ned?"

"Help me to the Maester, would you?" I grinned. "I don't think I can find him with only one eye."

"You're not going to let me live this down are you?" came the resigned response.

"Oh no, I will not. I get the friendship of Dorne and something to hold over you for the rest of our lives. The old gods smile upon me." I said, grinning through the pain.

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I wanted this chapter to be longer, but it flowed in a different direction. Not sure what the next chapter will bring, but I might do a time skip. Thanks for reading!

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