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Pessoa Thrid POV
Westeros, 295 AC.
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It didn't take long for the competitors to finally emerge from each side of the tournament, while Loras had already exchanged his noble clothes for a plate armor made by the best blacksmiths of Westeros.
He entered, boasting with a firm posture as he rode out on his horse, displaying the Tyrell sigil on his chest and shield, appearing in front of the entire crowd that immediately cheered for him.
The ladies seemed to go wild, as Loras was very gallant with good status, combined with not being betrothed yet, where single women saw a great opportunity.
"Let's start the first round!!" The herald exclaimed again, while the judges also prepared to start and evaluate.
"Jousting seems so boring compared to the horse racing games in Artica's arena..." Arya murmured, not finding much fun in a game where people hit each other with lances.
"Each kingdom has its own games and culture, Arya, you should know that." Seryna said.
"She will learn that over the next few years, after all, we will be traveling east." Jon said, revealing a bit of his plans.
"To the east? Like Meereen?" She asked, surprised.
"Farther east, I'm talking about the Jade Sea and Yi-Ti." Jon smiled.
"Really, we're going to travel that far...?! You told me that few have achieved that feat and one of them is Corlys Velaryon, known as the Sea Snake." She said excitedly.
"I see you still remember my history lessons, but we'll talk about that later, first let's pay attention to the tournament in front of us..." Jon requested and Arya complied while the first joust was about to begin with the knights calmly walking through the stands.
Loras stopped in front of the Tyrell stands and asked the favor of none other than his own sister, a smart move, as it would not give any opportunity to single ladies, which seemed that Loras did not like women very much. Besides, this would greatly enhance Margaery's status as well.
After receiving the favor, which Margaery gave with pleasure and cheered for her brother, his opponent, Wuter, took the favor of another lady and they began to prepare, each standing at one end.
Jon watched as Loras and Wuter positioned themselves on their horses, each holding their first lances above their shoulders, ready for the first joust of the tournament. Both horses moved, uncomfortable with the situation, but still obeying their riders.
The trumpets sounded, signaling the start of the joust. Loras finally lowered his visor, adjusted his position in the saddle, and held the lance firmly. Wuter did the same, his eyes focused on his opponent.
"Let the first battle begin!" The judge announced, and in the blink of an eye, both knights charged, their horses galloping with force and determination towards each other.
They quickly ran towards each other as the sound echoed across the ground, meeting in the middle of the field. The sound of lances clashing against shields echoed through the arena.
The crowd immediately screamed in excitement while the ladies sighed, with Loras losing a bit of balance in his saddle, seeming that Ser Wuter had taken some advantage over him. Loras was slightly suspended, but in the next moment, he firmly remounted and reached the end, before meeting a squire, who handed him a new lance, as his had cracked.
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