Brandon
Brandon breathed , his finery blue doublet sewn with light blue the color of freezing water, it was taken from the design of Winterfell's pipes as to escape cold Brandon the Builder his namesake supposedly built it on top of a hot lake and used pipes to warm it inside like how the veins warmed the body by moving rapidly, the lines where that idea, he will have to reward the Tailor, he cracked the egg and took his spoon and ate, then he took three bacon slices with his fork after it a slice of his meat pie, he whipped his mouth and left
He marched the hallways, took a left and flung his Solar doors and entered, the doors closed, Brandon sat behind said desk, he put his boots on the desk and looked at the letters curiously, he spread them and scanned the context, it seems they were a good and more amount of coins, but the Lord wanted to bring little and collect the rest by taxation of his Conquest and prise of the defeated Kings who refused bending the knee, and it seems the former lord would have pleased his soldiers and allies by melee's and compitions, pardon the ass. ...if he did then he would've found shit, good that the small black lizard died when he did, anyway returning to the original subject if there was a answer to the grumblings of his soldiers, guards then unleashing their love for violence and coins was the answer and if he wanted that damn good Tyroshi Tailor sewing more such fine clothes he will order the guards to bring more coin and maybe make the Essosi Tailor his own Tailor, for he would be given a offer he can't refuse, a room for him and whatever coins he wanted as he was a needy man and his kind was easy to deal with, Brandon Stark of Dragonstone got scratched his beard, he turned grinning, in the wall there was a simple long sword but there was a metal that if you flip it will reveal the true sword, his inherited broad sword, long, wider than Ice ribbling Valyrian steel, light blue pommel, he walked and opened the door "guards." "guards." "guards " they turned waiting for their Master's order "Thogard. " after bowing he approached " bring some 1000 to 5000 gold coins , 500 silver coins , 4 red gems , 6 green gems , full plate Valyrian steel armor with helmet. " he nodded and left , Brandon marched "come , Wilfor I want you to announce to the rest of the soldiers that there is a announcement and bring me a stand. " the guard murmured "aye my lord. " and left with a bow, he continued marching, passing hallways, other people might lost because how similar they looked but he as a boy was scrawny so he took interest in counting and some hallways had different carvings then the others, he reached the courtyard to find his stand, he stood upon it, after two minutes the soldiers and guards assembled, he begun in a clear loud voice "noble soldiers,brothers I gather you today because after long I can't stand seeing you like that, in light of situations , in midday I will Host a melee and a wrestling match to lighten the mood and bring your hunger in the open, there will be prises for the fortunate. " they begin to cheer and call out loud, he allowed a small smile for it will be in proper to show how he felt, "BRANDON " "WHITEWOLF" " DRAGONSLAYER " " BRANDON " " WHITEWOLF" " BRANDON " " WHITEWOLF " " BRANDON " " WHITEWOLF " " BRANDON " " WHITEWOLF " " BRANDON " " WHITEWOLF " " BRANDON " " WHITEWOLF " " BRANDON " he descended and left, there will be preparations.
Later in the evening
Brandon sat, his middle finger unused to wearing a ring a little tight, Brandon didn't have a issue with wearing one as in Lys Brandon wore rings, when he looked in the vaults he found colors that didn't set with his tastes, red, dark red, blood red, green, yellow, orange violet, purple, dark purple, then a ring different with the same round gem but colored dark purple close to blue that will do he thought, his fingers tapped the iron chair which was painted black which he sat upon in the higher level the chair had two sets of Dragon heads with round blood gems in the place of the eyes in the left side and Wright side, on top when he rested his head where three dragon heads in a attacking position also with round blood gems for eyes, the chair will do in till he brought a forger, there with the same color jet black and deep scarlet red as the Targaryen banner where he would rest, he looked below where the soldiers waited and his four guards waited, Brandon gave the signal and they cheered and some soldiers afar below the horns, some officiating soldier came and said round one, Brandon wasn't found of violence but he was really bored so ignored the pain caused by the iron chair and looked closely, the tent where his guards and him will give the gifts, two soldiers grinned like shadow cats and looked at each other the others gone to the waiting tent, Roddack and Bulvo kicked their boots, discarded their armor then attacked in a battle cry, first round wrestling, they wrestled, hitting the wooden barriers, then clashed in the Mudd, the first kicked the other sending him flying then other, Brandon got excited, the first buttheaded the second then second buttheaded the first, Roddack retaliated buttheading the second making his swollen and blue and his check blue, the second did the same making the first eye swollen and purple and his lips swollen and purple Brandon got anxious that they will battle each other later or blame him, they started pushing each other while making sircles then out of nowhere Bulvo bushed the first too deep in the mud after a couple of minutes when the other didn't stand ,Bulvo's hand was raised and he was cheered Brandon got up with his guards and gave the first round winner a purse '' winner this is a 5000 gold coin purse. " he roared, mostly hapay, Brandon returned to his seat, round two in wrestling, the victor wasn't apparent in how he won so no gift, second the two send each other flying and stayed deep in the mud, the third round the winner cheated, fourth round the two buttheaded each other to two purple swollen eyes, the sixth round of wrestling Brandon gave the victor 200 silver coin purse, the eighth got 1 red gem the tenth and last of the wrestling match got another red gem. a officiating soldier came after one of his guards blew the horns the second round was swordsmanship, Brandon was thankful as when he read on Lord Aegon's ledgers ,even if House Targaryen came from Valyria when they migrated to these Isles the Seven were strong so even if they had Dragons they still became Seven worshipers, in the ledgers before the melee begone a Septon must bless them and make them swear so he was thankful and listened to his father when he advised him not to come south to the Gardeners Tourney, good time would have been waisted Brandon saw as both drew their broad swords and readied their Shields then launched ,they slashed, thrusted, hacked and swung earning cheers they shone in praise then the first saw a opening and disarmed the second, he but close to his throat " do you yield. " he half glared " I do. " the officiating soldier came and raised his sword hand Brandon begrudgingly rose and his guards and Brandon gave the victor a red gem and they cheered, the second round and the first surrender after the second cut off the binding of his armor Brandon now tired send his guards to give the last red gem, the third match the two openents swords wants flying, the fourth round the second's helmet and the first's sword went flying together, the fifth match the guards gave the winner a green gem, the sixth round the victor two green gems, Brandon steadied himself in his damn uncomfortable chair a guard blew the horn then a officiating soldier and made peace, third round would be fighting against a rolling wooden mechanical stand with broad swords, Brandon scratched his hands excitedly, the first openent was sent craching against the wooden stand the second was send deep in mud the third was send flying, the fourth got hit four times in the head and got deep in sleep so was the sixth, the seventh a year older then him Korrdok avoided the swords and fluently hit the marks, the officiating soldier came and raised his sword hand they cheered loudly know, Brandon thought a victory for its purpose, he left towards the tent with his guards and together they brought the Valyrian steel armor and helmet he came beside the victor, Brandon put his Lordly mask with his guards holding the Valyrian steel armor he said " since you showed bravery and courage and a good head and body and showed that you don't have use of armor, I Brandon of the House Stark first lord of Dragonstone give you a full plate Valyrian Steel armor and helmet. " the soldier nodded and Brandon made way for him to take the armor when he took it he looked humble.
Brandon sat on his chair he was thankful and actually relieved when they got winning he thought they will get everything apparently not as two green gems is still his " difficult isn't, not many have won. " he let his word fall, some grumble " do not fret now I don't forget courage and mindful esteem, you and you move forward. " the losing soldiers moved " I know you have tired yourselves that's why you will have your own castles, now you are Lords no give my guards or the officiating soldier your banner. " they looked at each bewildered and left, their swollen faces itching, Brandon continued " you, you you and you move forward. " the soldier who won the Valyrian steel armor and the other three came " you also proven yourselves, brave and courages so if any want you can go and choose the land where your castle will be built and your banner with one my guards or officiating soldier. " the soldier in Valyrian steel stood while the three left " don't you want to be a Lord? " he shock his head " things ' m not knowing. " Brandon nodded indeed he could be a good captain of his guards.
LATER IN THE FEAST
Brandon sat in the mid tables flanked in two sides by his guards and ranking soldiers, he saw them hungrily eating their meat pies ripping meat from the honeyed roasted chicken thighs, boasting of their prowess, he even saw the two eye swollen of the first round circled by other soldiers in different tables and laughing he only hoped they wouldn't take it personally, some were eating their onion pies he turned some where drinking, some where laughing loudly, in the fourth table near the left wall where cheering as as to who will finish his meat pie first, Brandon took his cup and drank, a female servant came and brought a wine pitcher, Brandon allowed himself to relax then.