Full Bloom / Alicent Hightower x OC Male

11. Champion

'Be welcome! I know many of you have traveled long leagues to be at these games. But I promise, you will not be disappointed. When I look at the fine knights in these lists, I see a group without equal in our histories. And this great day has been made more auspicious by the news... that I am happy to share Queen Aemma has begun her labors!'

You going to compete? You are a fool. Miguels brothers all laughed when he said he wanted to compete. Show he was man enough to win. They countered he would die and all his efforts to woo who they all still thought was the princess would be in vain.

'A mystery knight?' Rhaenyra questioned her guard, ser Harrold.

'No, a Cole, of the Stormlands.' He answered. Alicent smiled seeing miquel in the crowd. He beamed back at her when she caught his gaze. Leaning forward rhaenyra was sure alicent was fawning over the new comer Cole but alicent hadnt looked twice at him.

'You could have Baratheon's tongue for that.' Otto remarked softly to Viserys drawing Alicents attention back to present. What had boremind said that was worthy of losing a tongue?

'Tongues will not change the succession. Let them wag.' Viserys assured with a laugh.

'Lord Stokeworth's daughter is promised to that young Tarly squire.' Alicent told Rhaenyra as the rider approached. She hoped keeping up with gossip would distract rhaenyra from her wandering gaze to miguel down below. He smiled still staring at her. He put a hand on his heart and alicents ached to be near him instead of up in the viewing box so isolated. 'They're to be married as soon as he wins his knighthood.'

'I heard that Lady Elinor is hiding a swollen belly beneath her dress.' Rhaenyra remarked with a smirk. 'What do you know about this Ser Criston Cole, Ser Harrold?'

'I'm told Ser Criston is common-born, son of Lord Dondarrion's steward. But other than that, and the fact that he's just unhorsed both of the Baratheon lads, I really couldn't say.' Ser Harrold told her.

You could have went up against daemon. You see you fool. Tonto. They repeated shaking their heads. Tonto. Fool.

imbécil.

todo esto para una chica?

All thsi for a girl? They tsked

'Prince Daemon of House Targaryen, Prince of the City, will now choose his first opponent!' the master of revels declared as Daemon made his way down the line of contenders.

conseguirás que te maten.

You will get yourself killed.

They had such little faith in him. Sure he wasnt the best fighter but he wanted to be the one to ask for alicents favor. He didnt want some knight all dashing and high born asking for her favor and making her effortlessly fall in love with someone that wasnt his.

Maybe was a tonto.

'For his first challenge, Prince Daemon Targaryen chooses Ser Gwayne Hightower of Oldtown, eldest son of the Hand of the King.' The master of revels declared as the dumbs picked up their pace with anticipation.

The horses squealed and shrieked as they set off. The crowd exclaimed with joy as the prince won. Daemon approached the viewing box.

Could have went up against him, his father repeated.

"Gwayne didnt die." Miguel reminded his father to no use.

es un guerrero hábil. eres un chico de las flores.

That hurt.

Gwayne was a warrior.

Miguel was a...

"chico flor?" Miguel demanded as his brothers laughed out. "Im not a fucking flower boy."

They further insulted him for his salty language which only further angered him when he saw daemon asking for alicents hand.

'Now, I'm fairly certain I can win these games, Lady Alicent. Having your favor would all but assure it.' He winked up at her. Alicent hesitated. "Something wrong?"

"Im saving it." Alicent countered

"For your brother?" Daemon tsked glancing back.

"For someone else." The king of my heart... "Im sorry my prince." Alicent answered sitting back down he looked to miguel below. Was she saving it for him.

"Niece?"

Second best but she didnt care. Rhaenyra happily gave her favor before asking alicent who the hell she was saving her favor for?

Metal struck down hard as the contenders were getting violent, lunging from their horses and taking their losses to heart, mutilating their competitors.

'It's been 70 years since King Maegor's end.' Rhaenys reminded them 'These knights are as green as summer grass. None have known real war. Their lords sent them to the tourney field with fists full of steel and balls full of seed, and we expect them to act with honor and grace. It's a marvel that war didn't break out at first blood.'

"I should check on the flowers innthe viewing box."

"chico flor." His brother chuckled.

"Soy el chico de las flores reales." Miguel corrected. Royal flower boy indeed. If they were going to make fun of him then he would upgrade his stupid flower boy title.

'Ser Criston Cole will now tilt against Ser Daemon Targaryen, Prince of the City!' they declared and the crowd broke out in cheers as the competitors got ready.

"My lady..." miguel whispered. Alicent excused herself rushing into the hallway. "I was wondering the state of the flowers-" she silenced him with a kiss. "Forget flowers." He agreed.

'Prince Daemon Targaryen wishes to continue in a contest of arms!' Master of revels declared.

"You are missing the show."

"I have to give my favor to my champion." Alicent countered holding it out.

"I will treasure this always."