𝐒𝐞𝐱 & 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐞 - [GirlxGirl]

A Tourney for the Gods

CHAPTER✦SIXTEEN

Nicholas Kolton. It read, his name amongst other Nicholas names, Nicholas the Deaf, Nicholas Montry, Nicholas Aman, Nickolas Rickal, Ser Nikolas the Big, but Nicholas Kolton was read to be someone I never was told of before. This couldn't possibly be another rewritten Lannister lie, the pages were brittle and their names of lists were scarcely written but faded. Nicholas Kolton, squire of Ser Dean Harbert, protector of Lord Bayn Vyndelle of the Grey Lakes of Mitharros. I didn't understand much, how a man such as a squire to leave everything behind for someone like myself “An owl” the imp mentioned as I observed the lists only to look right up at him “You explained an owl”

“Yes, the old man has mentioned it to your sisters husband” I answered.

“Ser Dean Harbert comes from the Mistwoods in the Stormlands” he begins to explain after taking a sip from his cup “His father might've been no lord—but the Harbert's were and are an honorable noble family who served House Mertyns for centuries as I read before, and your own house, the Vyndelles—”

“I'm not a Vyndelle” I invaded his sentences, feeling his eyes draw attention to me once more. I did not know why was I still speaking about this, if I told myself I was going to forget about it, but it felt like the Gods still have put me on this same path. This will only bring chaos. It was the only reason why I knew I had to stop searching, searching for trouble as Revena once said, but I was no Vyndelle either way.

“It might. . .or might not be your house, if all be true, you would be considered a poor bastard of some servant impregnated by some unloyal lord” he replies and something in me wanted to bash his head onto the table, although it wasn't like me to do so unless threatened, but Tyrion Lannister didn't care whether he has hurt your feelings or not, the imp spoke truth even if it pissed someone off “Dawn, this is still one of the foremost knowledge when it comes about what is going on around King's Landing” he says sternly, once he gathered himself he continued with his talk “House Mertyns is not the most favored of houses, but surely alike as Vyndelle, and one of those alike things are the sigils, the Mertyns are as proud for their horned-owl as a Lannister with their lions. . .Ser Dean Harbert was disowned by his father once he decided to serve for House Vyndelle, and 'till this day the common people call him The Traitor Knight”

“You can't just disown your own children” I found myself saying in pure disgust to my voice. The imp smiled and closed the book.

“Oh, trust me they can” he says, waddling back to sit the book back in its shelf. The Traitor Knight. I suddenly remembered, the dream I had, the owl in my dream had whispered these words before in my dream, and that is when I knew, mayhaps the Gods do want me to know something and needed me to find out the truth. . .and I thought deeply about his information “I don't understand. . .” I say brooding at nothing “Do you mean they're enemies?” I asked “Robert needs to hear this”

“It's a terribly grave crime to prosecute without proof—besides, the Mertyns have shown their fidelity towards the Baratheons since many centuries ago” he argues, and gave me a serious sharp look “This is only the surface, either house might be up to no good or maybe we over think, but still, you mustn't tell no one if you know what's best for you” he warns.

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It was better than I had thought, the tourney was filled with different sigil colors, pavilions big as hourses stood, drowning the bailey with royalty and all sigils banners snapped in the high morning air like a thousand applauses for their house knights, tall men, I've never seen juggled balls, fools entertaining king's children and wife's, the bailey indeed had been full of people, making it difficult to pass through without spilling the flagons in my hands whilst carrying baskets of fruit to tables, children ran passed my skirts, and all the rich had a fragrance of musk or flower spice to their clothing, lords, and ladies wore expensive gowns of silk, clutched furr with their sigil pinning their cloaks at their shoulders, all sitting aside as the King sat on a higher part of the view, on a higher wood that stood tall as a stage the commoners would use for plays only the king and his wife sat there with Joffrey, Tommen, and Myrcella, but like Robert Baratheon; Joffrey sat sprawling on their royal seats overlooking the long list roads like his father was, with prowling eyes. The King wore a doublet of gold with velvet strings embroidered on his shoulders that went spiraling down to the neckline, Joffrey wore a similar outfit but it was the color of blood velvet red doublet with gold that ended up his rib cage whilst underneath a white clean shirt and a shoulder cape, all children seemed to match except the queen, who wore a gown of the color nude rose, her shoulders a thick mass of embroidered strings of color gold and brown coming down her sleeves, her hair in a thick braid sitting on the back of her head this time with two thick twisted locks sitting over both sides of her shoulder, and wore a gold choker with a lion sitting at the center of her bare chest, the rest of the small council attendants sat below them along with Tyrion Lannister, still a little higher than the rest of the visitor lords and ladies. “Let the jousting resume!” stood tall Robert Baratheon from his chair, the crowd began to cheer as knights emerged out their pavilions “Forty-thousand dragons for the champion!” he announced triumphantly and immediately Joffrey sat up and fixed an attentive look as the knights prepared themselves, squires hurried to give them their helms and lances.

One knight, in particular, caught my attention, his armour was gold with a helm of a roaring lion, enameled scales glimmered in white and gold under the sun whenever he walked, designs spiraled down his engraved breastplate and his horse was white as the cape that snapped behind him with each step, embroidered in gold strings of a small roaring lions on the left side. The Knight mounted his horse and began trotting in place to show off what he could do, his horse almost seemed to be dancing in place as he held the reins with one hand “Finish these fools, Uncle!” shouted Joffrey with a look of sinister in his eyes and shot right up from his seat. It was Jaime Lannister who would be the first jouster to compete against a Mallister Knight, one who worn silver engraved armour with a flapping eagle on indigo cape, the Lannister knight galloped his horse down the path to wave at the screaming common girls, it would be a lie to not admit the Queen's brother has a gallant face and oddly almost as similar to his sisters.

Jaime galloped until he passed right by me and those eyes that noticed me, like a prey in the wild, bright emerald ones and seemed deadly, the lion pulled his reins to halt his horse only to give me an arrogant smirk but I stared and didn't give him any satisfaction of being impressed. He then went and lowered his lion visor and he galloped in front of the King, bowing his head before he trotted to the ends of the list. I could hear lords shout their bidding on Ser Jaime from behind, on who would win, some bid ten-thousand on the Kingslayer, some on the Mallister Knight—I even over heard Petys Baelish bid, but wasn't surprised.

A Lion against Eagle, both knights began to trot in place with the horses hooves digging into the soft dirt, asssuring their horses made enough holes to sprint the dirt beneath them, I heard to better their speed. Both held their lances outwards and began to ride, Ser Jaime whipped his reins and kicked his heel to pick up speed as the Mallister Knight did too. It was not my place to keep here and watch, my place was to serve these thirsty and hungry ladies and lords, but this was better than the melee, the tension was rising and I found myself gripping the rural fences with silk banners in long striped gold and red banners hanging over it symbolizing the colors of Baratheon and Lannister. Immediately, the knights clashed loudly, the tip of Jaime's lance strikes the silver knight on the chest, causing him to fly off his horse and crash onto the dirt, the fallen knight had groaned so loud that it was heard over the cheering for Jaime's first jousting win, it was one of the quickest jousting wins. As everyone cheered, the others came rushing to help the fallen knight quickly removing his helm, he was no older than me, the dark-haired boy seemed in his young years, his eyes blue as the sea and seemed someone who had recently been anointed as a knight. It was not over, the champion clashed more than four jousters, five, six and even twelve, the Kingslayer was untouchable but that was ended by one single knight with armour so silver it looked white as snow, his gauntlets and breastplate engraved of golden vines with a cape of thousands of gold roses on green, his pauldron covered in gold roses made of cat's eye gemstones and his horse as white as the lions horse. The blow had been so strong that Ser Jaime flew a few feet away from his horse, rolling until his helm had bounced away, the crunch of metal dented his gold armour until left in dirt and pauldron into pieces, the crowd fell into silence for just a moment, murmuring whispers as the kingslayer laid there and I haven't felt this satisfied for a long time-not even compared to fucking his sister. As he rose slowly, the crowd applauded him for great effort, the other removed his helm and revealed his gallant face, his hair curled and long to his shoulder and the crowd cheered suddenly, the others rushed to help the lion but he pushed them aside leaving the bailey, nothing but a smile was on my face, and to see prince Joffrey storm off in anger made everything better and yet still there was no look of pride in Cersei's eyes, just frustration. I returned my eyes to watch the knight of flowers getting his armoury fixed for the next jouster, he was close and an urge in me felt to go and congratulate him for knocking the kingslayer off his horse, it was one of the best blows I had seen for a man as slender as he was, but something had distracted me to do so, a knight-another knight galloped passed me with silver grey and white armour, his helm had wings on the side of it like the Mallister Knight only these wings were different, thicker and a white bird on his cape flapped around as he rode. . .an owl.

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AN: Thank you for the patience, classes + work is kicking my ass lately. [P.S; more Cersei on the way]