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Chapter 26

Chapter 26: Three against One
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Third POV

Next morning

The sun hung high over Casterly Rock's training yard, casting sharp shadows across the dusty ground as knights and squires gathered for a sparring match that had everyone talking. Laughter and murmurs floated in the air, but beneath it all, there was an edge of excitement—a sense that something special was about to unfold.

The reason for this excitement? They were about to witness three seasoned fighters taking on a single young squire.

Galahad stood at one end of the yard, calm and focused, his green eyes locked on the trio ahead of him.

Opposite of Galahad, Oberyn Martell, the Red Viper of Dorne, spun his spear lazily in one hand, a dangerous gleam in his eyes as he watched Galahad with the patience of a predator sizing up its prey.

To his right, Gerion Lannister, brimming with restless energy, shifted on his feet and swiped his sword around, eager for the fight to begin.

Flanking them was Tygett Lannister, stoic and broad-shouldered, his great sword catching the midday light. Together, they were a formidable sight—three men known for their skill and ferocity, now preparing to face a boy who was not yet a knight.

But Galahad was no ordinary squire.

At fifteen namedays, he already stood taller than most normal grown men, his height reaching six feet. His long golden hair, untamed and wild, framed a face as striking as any Lannister's, his piercing green eyes only adding to the resemblance.

Whispers had followed his rapid ascent in the ranks of Casterly Rock. Some called him a prodigy, others an enigma. Whatever the truth, he had become the subject of both fascination and speculation among the nobles and knights who watched him.

As the match was about to begin, a hush fell over the yard, the air thick with anticipation.

Galahad stood in the center of the ring, fastening his helmet with a smooth, practiced motion. His twin swords were buried in the ground before him, and with a steady grip, he pulled them free. Though blunted for the sparring match, they still held the weight and presence of real steel, they weighed like a feather.

The match began deliberately, the three opponents moving cautiously as they surrounded him. Galahad remained calm beneath his helmet, his breathing steady.

With a quiet focus, he stretched out his arms, extending the swords on either side of him, their tips aiming at his opponents. He was measuring their movements, calculating the distance, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and deflect.

Oberyn struck first, lunging with the tip of his spear aimed squarely at Galahad's chest. Galahad slid to the side, his right sword flicking up to deflect the spearhead, pushing it away without losing his footing.

He could feel Gerion approaching from the other side, his longsword slicing toward his ribs. Galahad spun, his left sword meeting Gerion's blade with a ringing clash.

Tygett advanced next, his stance wide and powerful, attempting to cut off Galahad's escape. The weight of Tygett's sword came crashing down toward Galahad's shoulder, but Galahad stepped back, narrowly avoiding the blow as the blade struck the ground with a dull thud.

Without missing a beat, Galahad countered with a quick jab of his right sword toward Tygett's midsection, forcing the larger man to retreat and reset his stance.

For a while, a dance of steel ensued. The way Galahad blocked, dodged, and struck was a sight to behold. Oberyn, Gerion, and Tygett gave it their all, their attacks relentless, but fatigue was setting in, their movements slowing with each passing moment.