THE HEALER PRINCE ( House of dragon reincarnation)(OC x Alicent)

Part 40

Chapter 40

MYSARIA

Mysaria sat in the stands as she watched the Tourney grounds fill up as all the contestants entered the grounds. The ground had been prepared for the melee, with wooden walls surrounding the designated area.

However, she found her eyes reaching for the Royal House, more importantly towards Princess Rhaenyra and her lifelong friend, the Ladt Alicent who sat beside her. One of the chairs in the Royal House was conspicuously empty, and she realized that it must have been set for Prince Aenys.

Though as she was glancing at the Royal box, she didn't miss the sudden shift in the atmosphere in the Royal house as a maid entered the box with a cot and said something in the ear of the daughter of the hand.

What message had the maid brought?

The herald had reached the center of the Tourney grounds and with a massive blow of the horn, began to shout.

"The contestants are ready! Today, for the melee we have, some of the realm's greatest knights competing for honor, and a chance to win the grand prize of twenty thousand gold dragons!" the crowd cheered as they salivated at the massive prize.

Twenty Thousand gold dragons were enough for a peasant family to last over several generations. And she looked towards the tourney ground, and found a number of contestants looking towards her, they were the knights who were there on her command. There to keep an eye on Daemon who had been growing more and more erratic for some time.

"BUT THIS TOURNEY IS RATHER SPECIAL!" the herald began as the crowd quieted down as the herald continued.

"FOR TODAY IN THE MELEE, THE KNIGHTS OF THE REALM SHALL HAVE A CHANCE TO TEST THEIR METTLE AGAINST NOT ONE BUT TWO PRINCES OF THE REALM!" and her head snapped towards the Royal box once again and she realized that the empty seat must have been the one set for Prince Aenys, for he was the only other Prince of the realm apart from Daemon.

"TO MY RIGHT I HAVE OUR OWN COMMANDER OF THE CITY WATCH! THE MAN WHO BROUGHT THE STEPSTONES TO HEEL! RIDER OF CERAXES! WIELDER OF DARK SISTER! DAEMON TARGARYEEEEN!" the herald announced, with much flair, and the crowd went mad as the very ground shook as the crowd roared. After all, it was rare for them to catch a glimpse of the royal family.

The cheer became even louder as a man clad in pitch black armor entered the tourney grounds, his armor made of dull with only the rubies in lain in the chest plate glistening ominously in the light of the sun as he walked to the center of the ground, and riled up the common folk, taking out his sword, a white favor tied to its hilt, no favor tied to it.

And then Harold began once more, his voice thundering across the stands.

"AND TO MY LEFT, WE HAVE THE MAN WHO SLEW THE GREAT DRAGON VHAGAR! THE MAN WHOSE MEN HEAL MEN AND WOMEN ALL OVER THE WORLD! THE MAN WHOSE HEALING TOUCH IS FAMOUS THROUGHOUT THE LANDS!" the herald began as the crowd rustled as the other figure entered the tourney grounds from the other side.

"BUT TODAY, WE SHALL SEE THE SKILL AT ARMS OF OUR OWN HEALER! TO MY LEFT, WE HAVE THE DRAGON SLAYER! THE HEALER PRINCE! AENYS TARGARYEN!" the herald announced, and the crowd thundered as they saw the famous Prince step into the tourney grounds.

His armor glistened in the Sun, the steel polished to a sheen, though she didn't miss that this was a new set, different from the one he had worn when he had fought Jason Lannister in their famous duel. This one shone in the Sun. The armor was decorated with dragons with a massive dragon head inscribed expertly into the breast plate, giving the Prince a ferocious appearance.