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Chapter 36

Chapter 36: Conclusion of Day 2
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Third POV

As the archery event concluded and the cheers of the crowd began to fade, Galahad made his way toward the tourney master, in order to claim his document of victory.

Suddenly, he sensed a rush of movement behind him. Without thinking, he sidestepped and extended his leg, tripping his would-be assailant.

It was just Oberyn.

Oberyn tumbled theatrically, rolling to his feet with a wide grin. "Haha! Thought I'd catch you off guard," he laughed, dusting off his tunic with exaggerated flair.

This playful rivalry had become a regular game between the two. Oberyn was determined to surprise Galahad just once, but he had yet to succeed.

Watching from a short distance, Elia and Nymeria chuckled at Oberyn's antics, their expressions filled with amusement. Two Martell knights followed closely behind them, keeping a watchful eye on the proceedings.

Nymeria approached, shaking her head with a smile as she brushed the dust from Oberyn's shoulder. "Apologies for Oberyn's playfulness," she said, her tone teasing. "I trust you won't take it too seriously."

Galahad returned the smile, his demeanor light. "No harm done. We're comrades, after all. Besides, I doubt your son will ever catch me."

"Keep taunting me, Galahad," Oberyn called with mock indignation, his voice playful. "The viper will strike when you least expect it!"

Laughter rippled through the group, and Elia stepped closer, curiosity sparkling in her eyes. "Now that the competition is over, what are your plans?" Her brow lifted as she looked up at him, measuring him thoughtfully. "And... is it just me, or have you gotten taller?"

"Well, first I'll collect my winnings, then I'll explore the fairgrounds for a bit," Galahad replied, a hint of a smile gracing his lips. "As for the other—I'm simply growing into a man. Quite normal, really." His expression remained cool and sincere.

Oberyn leaned closer to Elia, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Entering manhood, he says. Means he's developing in other ways too, sister."

Elia blinked, her expression a mix of confusion and surprise. Nymeria and Oberyn exchanged amused glances, sharing a knowing sigh at her innocence. Leaning in, Nymeria whispered a few words in her daughter's ear. Understanding dawned on Elia's face, and her cheeks flushed a soft pink.

Galahad chuckled at the playful exchange, and they continued toward the tourney master's tent, where he received his victory document, sealed with the lion of House Lannister.

As they walked, the four of them—accompanied by the two Martell knights—began to explore the fair, taking in the various forms of entertainment and the delicious smells of food wafting through the air.

"By the way, Galahad," Oberyn began, his tone turning curious, "how did you shoot so well during the archery event? Before the tournament, you didn't seem nearly that accurate."

"Haha, well, it's all thanks to this new bow." Galahad grinned, unfastening the longbow strapped to his back and holding it out for Oberyn to see.

Oberyn examined the bow, his brow furrowing in genuine intrigue. "May I?" he asked, taking it in his hands. "Wow, it's quite a unique bow. What's the story behind it?"

"Well, it cost quite a handful of gold," Galahad started, pride evident in his voice. "Luckily, I was able to buy it after winning the axe tournament."

"From what I've heard, it's made from weirwood, and the bowstring is made of hemp. There's a tale about it—that it will hit its target no matter what, as long as the person can draw an arrow from it," he recounted, the myth lending a magical air to the bow's presence.