The Northern Dragon

CH 4: WOLF VS LION VS DRAGON

The body of Ser Hugh was roughly dragged from the field without care for the poor man, the people watching with either horror or no feelings at all. As the people waited, Robert stood up from his seat and left towards his own tent, wanting to join the joust.

Once things calmed down and Arya left, Rhaenys stood close to the Spider, lowly whispering, "That was done on purpose, was it not? Why would the Lannisters want that man dead?"

"Quite the clever girl, aren't you?" chuckled Varys, both keeping their eyes in front of them as if they weren't talking, "Jon Arryn started asking questions and someone decided to take him down. Who specifically, I couldn't tell."

"They were silencing Ser Hugh, then?" she stated, the bald man glancing at her, "Do not do anything foolish with what I have just told you. There are some other possibilities, too. Lord Stark has not been quite discreet with his new findings, I hope you act differently."

Staying quiet for a moment, the Targaryen nodded, "I'll keep that in my mind, Lord Varys. Thank you."

With a subtle farewell, both went their own ways, Rhaenys taking Arya's place. The three females sat in silence as Sansa kept her eyes away from the former princess.

Not too long after, Ned joined them, breaking the quiet, "Where's Arya?"

"She left for her dancing lessons after what... happened." answered Rhaenys, grimacing at the memory, the Hand patting her shoulder in understanding and sat in between the girls.

Just then, the new opponent of the Mountain entered the arena, Ser Loras Tyrell, with a beautiful, red rose in hand as he rode his horse elegantly towards them.

"The Knight of Flowers." muttered the redhead dreamily at the handsome man. If she didn't want to be Queen so badly, she would probably be all over the knight.

The highborn smiled princely and offered Rhaenys the flower, much to her surprise, but she didn't show any signs of flattery, "Thank you, Ser Loras."

That hadn't been quite the reaction he had expected, but Loras didn't let it show as he glanced at his lover, Renly, and nodded as he went on his way.

Loras had to admit she was quite captivating, but definitely not his type for obvious reasons. However, his grandmother wished for a wedding with the heiress to the Iron Throne, mostly now with all the whispers of her many supporters.

The Tyrell and the Mountain stood in front of the King and bowed in respect like in the former joust. However, for some reason, Gregor Clegane's horse began acting strangely, making Loras smirk.

Both knights went to their sides and got all their equipment, the Mountain's black horse fussing around and unable to stay still.

Afraid at the remembrance of what happened to his former opponent, Sansa hugged her father's arm, "Don't let Ser Gregor hurt him. I can't watch."

Rhaenys narrowed her lilac orbs at the actions of the animal, thinking of the only reason why a male would act in such a way and scoffed, "Is everyone like this in the South?"

"He's going to die." cried the Stark girl as her father tried to reassure her, "Ser Loras rides well."

Both knights ran at each other with their lances up as fast as they could. It seemed like the Mountain would win, but because of the horse's attitude, Loras pushed him off and he fell against the fence that divided the arena.

The crowd gasped and stood up in shock at what they had just seen.

Finishing his little quarrel with Renly, Littlefinger leaned closer to Sansa, "Loras knew his mare was in heat. Quite crafty, really."