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Pessoa Thrid POV
Westeros, 295 AC.
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"Are we ready?" Jon looked at his group, who were prepared to head out again for the tournament.
Seeing them nod, Jon led them straight to the tournament, which unlike the last time, had its structure changed for the joust that would take place that day. The bleachers were much larger so that all the nobles could have a good view, with exclusive podiums for the great families and Prince Renly.
The commoners and bards had to contend with a much more horizontal view, left to crowd on the ground while some climbed nearby trees if they weren't caught by the guards, due to the security for the nearby nobles.
"Jon! I want to see you knock everyone down from the start in all the matches!" Arya exclaimed next to Jon.
"I could maybe do that, but I don't plan to make it that easy. After all, I want to give a bit of excitement to the audience." Jon said to his sister with a smile.
"Did you really bring that horse?" She asked again.
"Yes, didn't you see?" He raised an eyebrow.
"I didn't know, I was only told about it today." Arya admitted.
"Yes, I asked the fleet to bring him here, after all, I need one of him, and this is my most important horse of all." Jon said.
"That's pretty obvious, you wanted to participate with your wolf..." Seryna couldn't help but laugh at that.
"You know I'd even try, but I know it wouldn't be possible, so this past week I made sure to prepare another mount." Jon spoke.
"You... they might even create a song about you again." Arya suggested with a mischievous smile.
"Seems like the Lady of the Bow wants a song about Jon?" Seryna asked Arya while the others listening to that smiled.
In the past week, not only did Eldric have his own song, but the bards created a song about the 11-year-old girl winning fourth place, something that even surpassed Eldric as everyone wanted more of the song about Arya Stark.
The song wasn't the only thing that changed this week, while Jon continued visiting the Tyrells' castle and even attending a few more banquets, Willas seemed to start courting Arya.
They seemed to see an impressive pair with Arya, but the girl remained quite distant from them, maintaining only respect but leaving no opening while staying oblivious to the courtship that wasn't limited to just the Tyrell heir.
"You know I'm famous among the southerners." Arya spoke with some arrogance, smiling, happy to have a song earned by her own skills.
"Let our father hear that in the halls of Winterfell..." Jon commented calmly.
"Bran will be jealous..." She said immediately, and a silent atmosphere took over them the next moment.
"..." Jon and Arya couldn't help but think of their younger brother at that moment. Hoping they could meet again someday, but Jon more than Arya, as he didn't seem to be very well accepted in the North, not without getting into a conflict in those lands due to some petty nobles.
Putting that aside, Jon continued the path with the group, and they finally began to hear the commotion of the tournament as they approached it, with the giants doing a good job of clearing the way through the crowd and entering the place, while Jon had an exclusive podium for his family.
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