My Father's Wife (GXG)

Chapter 21

"Lord Ector Bohemond!" The man announced once more. 

After the heir's tournament, the participants from the knighthoods are preparing for their turns. Having a short break of five minutes, Alaric watched the field from outside the tent.

"Man, hectic aren't they? If I were in each of those heirs' positions I would've just ran." A man suddenly chuckled behind him from the Targaryen house tent. Alaric looked behind his shoulder only to see the participant from his knighthood. Alaric didn't respond and looked back to his front.

"Those men are on another degree. They seem closer to the gods by the way they use their swords, have you seen lord Bohemond? Such skills they possess." The man sighed with an amused grin beside Alaric. 

Alaric exhaled deeply and gave him a small smile and patted his back bedore heading inside the tent to get ready. 

The knighthood's tournament finally began twenty minutes ago and Rhaenyra clapped each time Alaric won the round. He was supposed to be announced the winner when suddenly, 

"I call forth Lord Caspain to represent his house Laurent!" The man announced. Confused whispers filled the air as they watched Caspain in armor, riding his gray horse. The whispers were containing who the man is and to represent his house- why now? 

Alaric's grin soon faded when he saw Caspain approaching the middle of the field with him. The Laurent smirked at him before looking up towards the monarch's spectator seat. He bowed his head gracefully with a smile, "My king, my queen." He paused, "My princess." He smirked towards Rhaenyra who gave him a teasing smile as well. 

Alaric watched this from behind with parted lips in confusion, frustration, and now- anger. He scowled before turning his horse back and positioning himself to where he should before the game would start. Men gave him the shield and pole while glaring as Caspain head in the opposite direction and gearing himself up. 

Rhaenyra lost the contact of her back to the back of the chair before waiting for the game to start. She was yet thrilled yet curious of who would win. The better would be made for her judgement, and so that was it- the horn was blown, the man said go.

Both men ran towards each other, sticking out the pole to one another as their horses ran to collide. Rhaenyra's lap was bouncing up and down rapidly and so was her heart. She bit her lip in nervousness and her stomach dropped in thrill when the first contact of Caspain's pole hit Alaric, making him drop off his horse. The first round was won by Caspain but Alaric pulled off the second round, having Caspain break his shield and drop his pole. It was a tie. Third round was starting and when both horses ran towards each other, Caspain dodged the pole and hit Alaric's thigh hardly, causing him to yelp in pain. He was still sitting on the saddle but his one hand pressed his thigh in pain. Caspain turned his horse around to watch and look at Alaric go. 

He poke his inside cheek with the tip of his tongue, holding off a smile. The men asked if Alaric could still play- he responded with a nod. But one of the maestros said that he should not play any longer, meaning the win would be to the Laurent.

The princess didn't know what to think, not know what to feel towards both of his friends hitting each other on this tourney. She had a worried look on her face when she finally realized what's happening, but before she knew, Alaric shouted and took out his sword in anger, pointing it towards Caspain. 

A few people gasped as well as Dorcas beside her, "What is he doing?"