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Chapter 14
During the ongoing Tourney, the participants were granted a brief intermission following the completion of the first round. Amidst this leisurely break, a certain Stark wolf had taken to indulging in a private moment of his own. Concealed by a cluster of small trees, he savoured the flavour of a youthful maiden with great relish and without the fear of any unwanted observers. Brandon Stark licked the neck of the maiden whose small moans were being covered by her sheer will, not getting caught in such a place or doing something like this.
"My Lord, we can't. I am to be wed this fortnight," the young maiden said in a hushed voice, protecting her virginity. But the lusty look she gave Brandon as he pushed her back into the tree, softly parting her legs and positioning himself between her legs, with his manhood inches away from her entrance, did provide a view that genuinely revealed she was beyond denying Brandon's attempts.
"Mmhm, then why you came looking out for me?" Brandon teased softly, making the maiden shiver in anticipation.
"I didn't-"
"Yes, you did. You've been glancing at me since I arrived. Don't deny it," Brandon teased, pushing his cock slowly in but still not penetrating her, just teasing her. The maiden moaned as she couldn't stop grinding her hips towards Brandon, just trying to get him closer to her. "But if you wish, I could go now."
Brandon said, moving away, but the maiden put her arms around his neck, holding him tightly. "No! Don't go, my Lord! Please!"
"Please, what?" Brandon smirked, slowly kissing this girl's exposed neck.
"Please... take my maidenhood, make me a woman," the maiden hissed, lost in pleasure, as Brandon kissed her lovely before inserting himself into her, taking another maidenhood from the South. Brandon moaned softly, relinquishing in the sensation of a virgin's love. Delicious taste. Tender meat. Brandon's inner wolf couldn't be satisfied with just one. He wanted to truly conquer more. Honestly, Brandon didn't know why he was so lustful and why he couldn't steer away from such activities. But a young man he was, and the thrill of sex was something he would never get tired of.
"Brandon! Brandon!" After the initial sensations of pain and pleasure sank him, the maiden moaned, and she just couldn't get enough of Brandon's passion. Brandon, however, didn't even know who the young maiden was. From House Farring...? Or House Chyterring, I think? Brandon grunted, not truly bothering to care, as he increased his thrusting. He didn't need to prolong his release, nor he wanted it. Time was not on his side, so he just felt the pleasure and let his seed into the young maiden.
"Ugh!" Brandon moaned. "I'm giving you all of it! Filling you completely!"
In a moment of clarity, the young maiden seemed to realise how problematic that would be for her. Still, when she was about to protest, Brandon grabbed her legs. He almost brought them up to his shoulders, a position the poor maiden didn't even know she was capable of. Soon enough, the maiden experienced the pleasures of being a woman. She orgasmed, and her face said it all.
Brandon, happy to see such a face, allowed himself to release his seed deep inside the young maiden, bothering not if she were to wed soon or if she would bear his bastard child. It slowly happened. The girl could feel it. Brandon's seed. The Stark sperm filled her womb, platting a Stark child in her. Both Brandon and the maiden were right about that detail. Brandon's child was already inside her, and she could sense it. Yet, the only thing she did, was kiss him deeply, as Brandon refused to pull for a few minutes, making sure he was entirely spent in her.
The young man sighed in relief as Brandon was careful not to throw her on the ground.
"What am I going to do now, my lord?" She whispered softly, looking at Brandon's seed spilling out of her.
"There's moon tea if you wish to erase this moment," Brandon replied gently, still trying to remember the girl's name. The girl's lips quiver, slowly putting her hand on her belly.
"I... I will not, my Lord. I shall carry this child... if it happens. A healthy Stark boy," the girl muttered, with guilt and a sense of joy. That was enough for Brandon to put the dots together finally.
Oh, I remember now. Arwyn Chyterring is the name of this girl. I already bed this girl's older sister too. 19 names-days, and 17 names-days, if I recall correctly. A pretty orthodox way to recognise people. But Brandon saw the similarities between both sisters. Soft blond hair, hazel eyes, petite figure, gentle and submissive woman. He wondered if he had already put another child in the older sister. If not, well, he would have to try harder. Maybe, I could convince both of them and take them to bed at the same time. It's the only safe way.
Brandon simply kissed her gently and left. "I'll look out for you again." Those were the words Brandon told her, a promise that their little encounter would repeat. Still, Brandon simply walked towards the Tourney. He has been having the time of his life. Brandon couldn't deny it, but he simply wouldn't have been able to partake in such an endeavour had he stayed in the North. He could be as reckless, independent, or impetuous as he pleased. It helped that Galadriel, his younger sister and the one woman he feared the most when angry, told him to simply "go to town" and do whatever he wanted, as long he didn't get caught doing it.
Brandon, like the good brother he was, listened to his wise sister and did just that.
Nevertheless, it wasn't as if Brandon needed to be made aware of the reasons why he couldn't act in such a manner up in the North. He was Winterfell's rightful heir and future Warden of the North. The Noble Houses of the North needed to have confidence in him in order to be loyal to House Stark. Brandon Stark needed to inspire that commitment and devotion, whether to demonstrate their loyalty to him during a war or merely to ensure peace and peace in the region. And having the future Lord of Winterfell bedding the Lord's daughters and wives as he pleased would only create anger and resentment and cause problems to all Starks. Some families, like the Boltons, would love to sniff discontent among the Northern lords. Brandon would not put his family at risk just because he couldn't control his cock.
Brandon still recalled the moment Galadriel came barging into his chamber when he was bedding Barbrey Ryswell. It wasn't because of what he was doing at the moment, but what he did to a young stable girl who ended up pregnant after taking her to his chambers.
The cold fury of Brandon's father was one thing. The utterly heartbreaking and enraged expression of Brandon's mother, Lyarra, was another. But Galadriel's utter frostiness, evil, and silent fury was just one thing he would never forget. It was as if he were watching a demon. The girl was barely 14 names day, not the same age as other's maidens Brandon had taken at the time. Galadriel was seething in anger, especially because she knew the poor girl had a crush on Brandon, who led her to stray into his trap.
Brandon didn't know if Galadriel was angry at him because the girl was barely a woman or if the girl's pregnancy was the actual problem. Maybe it was both.
After that, Galadriel had a long and lengthy conversation with Brandon. She admitted to him that she did not care about the things he did in his bedroom nor with whom truly. Still, Galadriel did make it clear that she would not tolerate anything that would put the Stark family in such a precarious position.
Bed a widow, an older woman, a common girl, or a barren maiden. Even this Barbrey who has been in your chambers too many times. But bastards and angering the rest of the houses of the North is not something I'll tolerate, Brandon. Neither you taken advantage of a young girl's dreams. She's a child!
I'm sorry! I never thought-! She didn't say no...!
She is an orphan girl from Barrowtown who came here to look for a better life. Who thought of you as her knight of shining armour! She was 13 names day, Brandon!
I'm...! I tried to give her Moon tea!
No, at girls take Moon tea well, Brandon! Some get really sick, and it can cause health problems for them!
I didn't know!
You took her and left her. Now she's afraid, pregnant and alone. You will take care of her, Brandon. You will become responsible for this.
I swear I will!
You better, Brandon. You better hope that this never happens again. Because I swear it, no god, old or new, would stop me from castrating you.
After that, Brandon locked down his activities. Sure, he had some ladies still warming his bed. But he was utterly careful with them. No more bastards for him. This made him wonder why Galadriel gave him free rein to do whatever he wanted in the South. It was such an odd permission, which made him wonder if there was an underlying plan.
So... I can simply do whatever I want?
Yes, in essence. But not young girls, Brandon.
Yes, of course. Still... why?
Many houses of the South are jealous of us. The things they say about us Northerners are disgusting, that we are unwashed, animals, and poor. Savages with nothing to offer to the world. This is... revenge of sorts. Let these Lord's daughters or wives carry a Northern child as punishment.
Uh, that's so weird, Galadriel. What kind of punishment is that one? Didn't you say I should be a decent Lord and behave appropriately?
We aren't in the North, dear Brandon. Those rules don't apply here. Besides, do you really think our soldiers aren't enjoying the warm sun of the South too?
You can be a very evil sister. Honestly, and quite the hypocrite too.
Thank you.
Brandon recalled that conversation when they arrived at King's Landing. He sometimes wondered who his sister was. She could be pretty vicious, yet gentle and innocent sometimes. Still, Brandon felt there was a reason for Galadriel's strange decision.
"Maybe, I am truly the brother of a demon of sorts," Brandon snorted as he walked towards the ground before noticing a pretty, petite woman, slender, with dark hair and dark eyes. Yet, that wasn't what drew Brandon to her, but that face. Soft, gentle of heart. She seemed to be looking for someone.
Brandon approached the woman, and it was up close that he finally recognised her. "Princess Elia Martel?" He exclaimed as Elia glanced back at him with a frown on her face.
"You're...?"
"Brandon Stark, heir of Winterfell," Brandon flashed her the same charming grin he'd used on countless women before. And while usually, it was enough to melt a maiden's heart. Elia was not just another woman. She was a princess of Dorne, a Martell, and a sister of a man with the same type of reputation as Brandon. She knew his type all too well.
"Pleasure," Elia only replied with mild courtesy.
"Is there anything I could do, my princess?" Brandon chuckled, slowly approaching her, not too much, just to let Elia lose herself in his grey eyes. However, that didn't happen at all. Elia just raised an eyebrow at Brandon's apparent intentions. She looked even amused by the heir of Winterfell's unmistakable lust.
"Of course, my lord," Elia whispered huskily, making Brandon smile before that seductress smiles on Elia vanished, and a deep scowl appeared. "You can stay away from me. You stink of wine and whores breaths."
Brandon was taken aback by the princess's reaction of simply disgust. And how Elia stared down at him as if he was nothing to her. Almost, Brandon was way taller than the petite princess. But those eyes were clearly showing a sort of discontent towards his advances. However, soon enough, Brandon began to laugh, amused by everything. Elia just frowned at him.
"Something funny, Ser?" Elia asked, annoyed, as Brandon chuckled softly.
"Nothing, my princess. It's just a rare sight watching such a strong and willful lady," Brandon grinned at Elia, who again frowned deeply at Brandon's tone of voice.
"Princess, not a lady," Elia remarked, making Brandon grin again.
"Princess," Brandon replied, just smiling at her.
Elia gazed, frustrated, as she looked for her friend but saw no sign of her. Finally, she figured out who her close friend was with. Elia shot Brandon a venomous gaze, and the latter responded with a comical head inclination, amused by why Elia would look at him in such a way.
"You," Elia's finger began to hit Brandon's chest angrily. "My friend, Ashara Dayne, she's been gone for a while with your brother."
Brandon only hummed, scratching his chin. "I think I saw them dance quite a lot. Maybe, they are somewhere...?"
Elia did not like hearing such a tone. She didn't know this Ned Stark, but if Brandon's reputation told her something. It was that the Stark men could be dangerous, especially to dear Ashara, who was a lady with a soft heart. Elia's finger kept hitting Brandon's chest, who still just couldn't help but look at the princess with utter enjoyment.
"My Lord, if your brother does anything to Ashara! I swear to all gods that I shall rain fire upon you!"
"I do not like fire nor rain. Fire rain sounds bad," Brandon hummed seriously. However, he was genuinely toying with Elia, whose face expressed utter fury. Yet, in Brandon's eyes, Elia's expressions were utterly adorable.
"I am not jesting, my Lord! You don't want a Martell as an enemy."
Brandon raised his hands quickly. "Alright, my dear tiny princess. I am just joking. But don't worry. My brother is nothing like me. He would not bring harm upon sweet Lady Ashara."
Elia peered her eyes as she tried to discern whether Brandon was being truthful or patronising her like a dunce. Still, she uncovered nothing but the bare truth.
"Shall we search for them?" Brandon gave Elia a sincere grin, which made her nod slowly. Brandon offered his arm, but Elia just scoffed at him before walking away. The heir of Winterfell simply chuckled softly, finding himself quite amused by the Martell princess.
"Quite the temperament," Brandon whistled before earning another glare from Elia. Soon enough, both walked towards the rest of the tents holding the festivities of the Tourney. Maybe, they'll find Ned and Ashara. One could only wonder.
Elia kept looking amid the festivities and the many tents offering a wide variety of food and goods. Elia, who was impatient to locate her friend, was overwhelmed by the noise and crowds in the made-out streets outside King's Landing.
"Where are you, Ashara?" Elia whispered before noticing a munching sound. She then glanced back and saw Brandon Stark eating a large piece of pork without much care.
"You want some?" Brandon offered without a relatively harmless tone.
Elia just groaned before walking faster. "I...! Ugh!"
"Why are you anxious, my princess?" Brandon questioned. "If my brother is with her, which I think he is. Lady Ashara is protected."
"From whom? Him?" Elia now asked him, still not trusting the Stark's sons. Now, Brandon scoffed at her, quite annoyed.
"You don't think very highly of me. Yes, I do see that, my dear princess. However, It's incredibly immature of you to draw conclusions about my little brother as well. I seriously doubt that you are the same person as the infamous Red Viper of Dorne. Insinuate whatever you want about me, my princess. It may be true. However, I will not have you question my family's honour."
Brandon's told Elia, who for a brief moment seemed quite embarrassed; by the way, Brandon chastised her. Elia's body quivered nervously under the intense glare of Brandon, and he knew right then and there that he wasn't pleased by her insinuating sort of things about his family. Could it be my mistake? That I am drawing conclusions? Elia thought, wondering if her paranoia and worry for her dear friend was making her insult a man she didn't even know.
"I apologise, Ser," Elia heaved a sigh and gave Brandon a polite little bow. "I never intended to insult your family. Please forgive my words."
Brandon's gaze changed before smiling at her once again. "It's all forgiven, my princess. I also apologise for trying to entice you."
"Entice me?" Elia now replied, dumbfounded. "That's how you say seducing in the North?"
"Sort of... we do things quite differently," Brandon smirked. "Seducing an attractive woman is what I do."
"Well, in Dorne, we also do things quite differently. Besides, you were not even close to gaining my affection, my Lord. You lack... refinement in your skills. We, Dornish women, need something more than just words," Elia grinned smugly.
Brandon now made a dramatic gesture of being offended. "Lack refinement? Me lacking refinement?! The gall, my princess! My mother says that I am a very handsome man and quite witty!"
The childlike voice from Brandon, and the way he referred to his mother, made Elia chuckle before looking at him, smirkingly, with a teasing smile. "Boring, truly detached of anything remotely seducing. You truly were not even close to getting me."
Brandon now seemed to have found a challenge, and his smile turned into one of a hunter. A wolf. "Then, I guess I should try harder."
"You may try, my Lord."
It was decided, without either of them knowing, that they would keep looking for their lost friend and sibling. Elia appeared to have taken Brandon's arms without him realising, and it appeared that the heir of Winterfell had not noticed it. Honestly, the strange connection between both would be something people would sing about in the future.
In a very desolate part of King's Landing, where no one could see, a maide of purple eyes looked at the big thing before her with anxiousness and excitement. Ashara Dayne has never seen something so big, hairy, and dangerous. She slowly moved her gown up before kneeling before such a thing, biting her lips as she stared up.
"S-should I do it, my Lord?" Ashara asked nervously, as her beautiful purple eyes held anticipation for what she was about to do.
"It's alright, my dear Ashara. You can do it slowly. You know, I am here. I would have never put you in a position that could cause you harm," Ned whispered gently as Ashara licked her lips.
"It's so big," she muttered dreamily. "It is normal for it to be so... large?"
"It is quite big, yes," Ned chuckled. "But I promise you. You'll get used to it, just you have to stroke gently."
"Gently, my Lord?"
"Of course, you do it slowly. No hurries."
"I shall; please guide me through this... it's my first time doing something like this," Ashara whispered, and soon she slowly moved her hand, but before she could reach out and grab what was in front of her. Out of the bushes came Elia, breathing heavily, as her ear caught the voices of Ashara and Ned behind the trees and dense bushes, and from what she could hear, they were about to do something forbidden, or so she thought.
"Ash! Don't do it! Your maidenhood-!" Elia was surprised when she saw Ashara on her knees but relieved to see that she wasn't doing anything wrong. Ned's Direwolf, Silverfrost, was standing in front of Ashara, wagging his tail happily while she petted him tenderly. It was clear that the wolf was enjoying the attention of the purple-eyed maiden. And that Elia misinterpreted the entire thing.
"Elia...?" Ashara looked at her friend while petting Silverfrost.
Elia just stood there as both Ned and Ashara stared back at her, confused about why she came screaming out of nowhere. However, Brandon's laugh coming from behind Elia clearly showed what the princess thought was happening.
"I did tell you he wouldn't do anything of sorts," Brandon laughed heartily, particularly at the expressions on Ashara's and Ned's faces, which suggested they knew what Elia believed was occurring.
"M-My princess!" Ashara stood up quickly, blushing immensely. "I would never have done something like that!" She exclaimed, embarrassed at the idea of giving up such an important part of herself.
"Ned would never shame me in such a way!" Ashara stated with her red face, as she did not want to glance at Ned, who looked embarrassed by the whole thing.
"I... I see, I just...!" Elia groaned, burying her face behind her hands. "I apologise, Ashara. I just... ever since we came to King's Landing. I've seen how men look at you. I know you can care for yourself, but you're my best friend. I... I just worry about you. Please, forgive me for thinking of you in such a way."
Ashara's face softens at the sight of Elia's embarrassment and guilt. "Oh, my dear Elia. We have known each other since we are children. I know I am of soft heart, and you've always looked out for me. But I am not naive. I can take care of myself. And I know, who can I trust."
Ashara took Elia's hand and smiled at her in such a pure way that made Elia's eyes swell with tears. "Ned is a man of honour and integrity. He would never dare to shame me by defiling my virtue."
Elia glanced at Ned and saw the wolf's blood in him, just like his older brother Brandon. But whereas, Brandon had this wild, untamed sense of adventure. Ned had a stern, cold, yet gentle look on his face.
"Please, my good Lord. In the name of House Martell, please let me apologise for doubting your honour."
Elia bowed again, for the second time, to another Stark. Yet, Ned simply shook his head at her and gently brought Elia's head up. "Don't, my princess. Ashara has told me a great deal about you. You're a sister to her. You care for her well-being like a good sibling would. I know; I feel the same. I have two sisters as well. And I would behave in such a way if I suspected of any person's intentions on them."
Elia saw the grey eyes of Ned and briefly glanced at Brandon's too. Such a beautiful eye colour. Like a winter sky. "Thank you for those kind words."
Ned smiled at her, and Ashara continued to pet Silverfrost. However, Brandon only had a broad smile on his face.
"Oh, so we are on a first-name basis now?" Brandon teased loudly.
"Brandon," Ned groaned as Ashara's face turned bright red. And for an odd reason, Elia smirked too, feeling relieved that the entire situation she conjured in her mind was anything but a twisted nightmare of her. Elia breathed and looked at Ashara. She seems so free, so happy. Elia smiled tenderly at her old friend and decided to join Brandon in his teasing.
"So, now my dear friend has spoken about me? Has Ashara truly spoken that much about our friendship? What else has she told you, my Lord?" Elia added with a tease on her own. "I do hope good things."
"Asha-Ashara has... just... uh," Ned muttered, trying to look for a way out. Ashara, for her part, tried to hide her face in Silverfrost fur. "Just that you're strong and capable, with a gentle heart."
"Mmhm, is that so?" Elia teased. "She must trust in you quite a lot, then. Ashara barely talks to anyone outside her family."
"I do talk to other people..." Ashara muttered softly, nervously playing with her hair.
"Your handmaidens and servants aren't the same," Elia replied, amused.
"Well, it's that... it's easy to speak with Ned... he makes me feel comfortable," Ashara blushed as she glanced at Ned, whose smile made her feel butterflies in her stomach, and the same could be said about Ned.
"And, you make me feel in peace, my lady. Complete," Ned replied softly, making Ashara's heart explode.
"Well, my dear brother. Suppose you intend to wed, Lady Dayne. In that case, you should do it correctly," Brandon stated solemnly, trying to sound like a responsible older brother, which was quite amusing to hear, especially if one were to know the Wild Wolf.
"Indeed," Elia nodded. "I suggest gaining the favour of Lord Dayne, my dear Ned Stark. He's a man of few words and stubborn. But he will see your worth if you ride to Dorne and meet him personally. Especially if you asked him for Ashara's hand."
"Elia!" Ashara exclaimed, scandalised. "I would never dare to make Ned do something like th-"
"I'll do it," Ned interrupted her, to the surprise of everyone. Or, well, only to Ashara.
"Ned..." Ashara whispered.
"If that's what it takes, I'll ride to Dorne and ask Lord Dayne for Ashara's hand, that is if... my dear lady wishes," Ned whispered, watching Ashara's purple eyes, which he had fallen so hard for. Ashara stood there, shocked, before feeling Silverfrost gently nudging her hand.
"My Lord, I am not worthy of your devotion," Ashara's voice was barely above a whisper as she gazed downward, nervously fidgeting with her fingers.
Ned took Ashara's hand and softly kissed it. "You're worthy of more, my Lady."
Observing the presence of Ned and Ashara in each other's company was reminiscent of a heartwarming and enchanting love story that could sweep anyone off their feet. Their profound and genuine love for one another was palpable and shone through their interaction and gesture. Elia and Brandon just stared at the sweet scene with genuinely humorous looks on their faces. They were almost gawking at the scene in shock.
"This is way too sweet," Brandon muttered slowly. "Gods be good. This makes me feel weird."
"Truly, what a sight," Elia added, watching how Ned and Ashara seemed to be in their little world. "They truly look so pure together... it's impressive."
Soon enough, a loud horn was heard, bringing everyone's attention.
"The joust second round is about to begin. Should we leave? Or are these lovebirds wanting to be alone for some more?" Brandon expressed his discomfort upon witnessing the affection between Ned and Ashara.
Ned and Ashara coughed nervously before trying to look calm and collected.
"Indeed. My dear Lady Ashara, would you allow me to accompany you during the joust?" Ned asked, offering Ashara his arm, which the purple-eyed maiden gratefully accepted.
"Of course, my dear Ned, I will love it," Ashara smiled at him as both walked away, incredibly happy.
Elia and Brandon watched them walk away and sighed internally.
"This is what I think those annoying love songs from the South were about," Brandon muttered, annoyed.
"I... had to admit they do make those songs justice," Elia added as she stared at Brandon with a sort of expecting look. Brandon frowned, confused, before realising what Elia wanted him to say, so with a groan, Brandon bowed dramatically at Elia.
"Would you, my dear princess, allow this low and unworthy man to be graced with your presence during the joust?"
"I may, if you add, beautiful, charming, intelligent, princess Elia," Elia's smug face made Brandon's eyebrows twitch.
"I'm sorry, my princess. My mother taught me never to lie in front of a lady," Brandon now smirked, making Elia scoff while simply taking Brandon's arm.
"Shut up, Stark, and take me to the Joust ground."
"As my princess wishes."
Galadriel and Lyanna arrived where the rest of the Starks were sitting. However, to their surprise, it seemed that two other unofficial couples were also waiting there.
"Oh, hello," As Galadriel observed Ned and Ashara sitting together, she also noticed Brandon and Elia Martell in the same row. It was an unexpected group, but their alliance could benefit the North. However, that was her inner businesswoman. Her other side, the dear sister who loved her siblings, was quite happy to see her brothers with beautiful women on their sides.
Still, Brandon, you really need to be careful not to anger Martell. Like, really careful. That flower may not have thorns, but the garden she lives in has snakes. Galadriel thought, recalling what her agents had told her about the Martell family.
"My lady," Elia and Ashara replied, bowing respectfully to their future queen.
"When am I going to have nieces and nephews?" Lyanna asked, completely unbothered, as Lyarra hissed at her youngest daughter.
"Lyanna!"
"What?! What? Are you mad at me? You are thinking the same!"
"But not now! Maybe in a year!" Lyarra and Lyanna were truly mother and daughter.
Ned groaned while Brandon seemed to hold his wits and not say something that would earn him a slap in the face.
Galadriel just ignored such statements from Lyanna as she focused on the festivities at hand. Soon enough, the next round of knights appeared. And amongst them, Rhaegar Targaryen appeared, riding majestically on his horse, passing before the Stark family, and bowing to Galadriel, who just smiled and waved at him.
I wonder how much Albedo has learned from him. Galadriel pondered while watching the next round begin.
And just as it began, after an hour or so. It ended with Rhaegar dismounting Ser Barristan, to the surprise of everyone except Galadriel. She expected it to happen. Almost too cliche if she were honest, an annoying expectation that everyone thought would obviously occur. However, Galadriel did not expect to see a certain Stormlands lord entering the jousting arena for the third round.
Robert Baratheon, riding his mighty steed, passed next to the crown prince while Robert wore his helmet. A nasty glare could be seen underneath.
Both of them glared at each other. Both Stag and Dragon, no word was exchanged. But it was clear that if Robert won the next round. Rhaegar and he would face off on the final day of the joust. Galadriel couldn't help but smile excitedly, as a conflict could emerge from this, and she was genuinely hoping to see it. Otherwise, she'll have to think about Pandora's Actor suggestion and create their own conflict.
Now, I'll like to see what happens.
Authors note!
-I know this arc is taking a while to end! But listen the next update may be a two-chapter update, which will end the Tourney and stuff! So please, stay tuned!
-Also, the next chapter will be longer since it will have a lot of things and a twist! Hopefully, you all will love it.
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