Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 53 - Trial by Combat.

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Third Person POV.
Winterfell.

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"What he did!! Arrest this man!" Cersei's voice exclaimed at that moment as she angrily pointed beside Lady Catelyn, who was quite stunned by what was happening.

Meanwhile, the crown prince lay on the ground, groaning in pain as he tried to stem the blood flowing from his nose. His eyes were on Jon, filled with fear of him, making the Dragonborn raise an eyebrow at the little brat who dared attack people out of anger, regardless of how dishonorable it might be.

The place was utterly silent after the queen's shout as everyone tried to process what was happening until the sound of a blade being drawn shattered the quiet. Jaime Lannister unsheathed his sword, glaring at Jon with a threatening tone.

"Surrender now. You are surrounded. You just assaulted the prince of the Seven Kingdoms." Though he didn't sound entirely confident, as it had happened during training, Jaime still took the initiative to detain the strange bard.

Quickly, many other swords were drawn as the Lannister men began to brandish their weapons, pointing them at the stranger, while the Northerners seemed unsure of what to do.

"Stop this immediately!" The king's voice roared as he rose from his chair.

"My king... he struck your son in the face. His nose is broken..." Jaime said, knowing his sister would not tolerate this.

"They were in the middle of training, in case you didn't notice, Ser Jaime. It was Joffrey who attacked him, and he responded with a punch. Perhaps this will teach him a good lesson about not trying to attack someone who's distracted." Robert said, as Jon raised an eyebrow at him. At least the king had some sense of honor.

"That wasn't honorable, Ser Jaime," even Ned Stark said, staring directly at Jaime, who didn't seem pleased, as if it were an indirect jab at him.

Jon had been calm from the beginning, even after punching the prince, unfazed by all the swords pointed at him. He simply wondered whether he should settle things with these men then and there, once and for all. Everything seemed to be heading toward a confrontation where he would draw his sword and start cutting them down.

As everyone still watched, seemingly undecided on what to do — whether Lannisters or Northerners — the king shouted again.

"What are you waiting for?! Sheathe your swords! This isn't enough of a reason to arrest or kill someone!" He spoke with a certain degree of common sense.

The king roared. It was obvious he didn't like seeing his son on the ground, bloodied, but he wasn't about to imprison the man who defeated him during a training session, especially after the brat had asked for it. At that moment, everyone began to put their swords away, though some still looked at Jon with disdain.

"What are you doing?! He hit the crown prince, your son! Are you going to let him go unpunished?!" The queen's voice once again broke the silence. Cersei was furious, her gaze sharp enough to pierce iron.

"Silence, woman! The fool thought it would be smart to attack someone while they were distracted, trying to take them from behind!" Robert cared little for her anger and even interrupted her with contempt.

Joffrey was still on the ground, looking at his mother and silently pleading for help with his eyes. She approached him quickly, lifting her dress with her hands as she ran to avoid stepping on it.

"My dear... what have they done to you..." She reached her son, inspecting his injury before turning to her husband and exclaiming with more fury, "You can't be serious! You are the king! No one should dare raise a hand against the royal family!"