Dark Wings, Dark Words

Tourney

Ashanna wore a low cut blue dress with golden patterns decorating it.
Her hair was silk and shiny and hung down her shoulders in glorious waves.

Her Lord father glanced at her as he sat down.

Ashanna jutted her thump at Septa Morgane.
"She believes it's not becoming of a lady to wear a leather tunic to her own father's tourney." She said bitterly.

"Ashanna, enough of this. You look beautiful." Her septa said tirelessly.

"I look beautiful anyway." Ashanna muttered under her breath.
Ashanna rolled her eyes at her sister's face when ser Loras Tyrell gave her sister a rose.
Ashanna glanced up to see that it was Ser Gregor Clagane that he was fighting. Her eyes widened with fear. The last rider to go up against him was killed.

"Father." Ashanna whispered in a panicked voice. Sansa grabbed their father's arm.

"Don't let Ser Gregor hurt him." Sands pleaded.
Their Lord father held her hand consolingly.

"I can't watch." Sansa said while shutting her eyes.

"100 gold dragons on the mountain." Lord Baelish declared to Lord Renly, the Kings younger brother.

"I'll take that bet." Lord Renly replied smugly.

"Now What will I buy with 100 gold dragons? A dozen barrels of Dornish wine? Or a girl from the pleasure houses of Lys?" Lord Baelish asked jokingly.

"Or you could even buy a friend." Lord Renly quipped. Ashanna snorted a laugh. Lord Baelish smiled accepting the jab.

"He's going to die." Sansa whispered to their father.

"Ser Loras rides well." Their father said quietly.

The sound of the trumpet sends the riders riding towards each other. Ashanna covers her eyes. And only opens them when she hears the sound of something hitting the ground.

Ser Gregor Clegane lay on the floor.
Sansa hugged Ashanna and they both let out a sigh of relief.

"Such a shame, Littlefinger. It would have been so nice for you to have a friend." Reply said mockingly.

"And tell me Lord Renly. When will you be having your friend." Lord Baelish said loudly and motioned to Ser Loras. He turned to whisper to Sansa.
"Loras knew his mare was in heat quite crafty really."

"Ser Loras wouldn't do that! There's no honour in tricks." Sansa said defensively.

"No honour but quite a bit of gold." Littlefinger said smugly.

Ashanna was taken by surprise by the yells of the mountain. He had his sword in hand and with one swift stroke, he beheaded his horse and then knocked Ser Loras from his stead.

His own brother ran from the King's side to defend the fallen knight. The brothers fought each other blocking killing blows.

"Stop this madness in the name of your king!" King Robert bellowed.
The hound dropped to his knees while his brother sulkily moved through a now parted crowd.
Everyone was focused on the scene before them. All joyful that Ser Loras was alright.
They'd remember that day as the day the hound showed some redeeming actions.
But Ashanna would remember it as the day Joffrey showed that he truly was a monster..

How did she know?

She saw the sadistic evil in his eyes.