Valyrian_Dreamer
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It is a cloudy, windy afternoon. The bustling activity of participants and residents can be heard across the tournament grounds of Ashford. The loud cry of a horn, followed by the sound of approaching hooves, breaks the tranquil atmosphere. People are gathering at the bridge that connects the two banks. In the distance, the black banners bearing the deep red, three-headed dragon can already be seen fluttering in the wind. The Targaryens, the most powerful house in all of Westeros, arrive at Ashford with a thunderous roar of hooves. The banner bearers ride at the very front. Behind the House's guards comes Baelor Targaryen, Hand of the King and the king's eldest son. A composed expression paints his face as he looks ahead. Beside him is his youngest brother, Maekar, who rides past the people seemingly unfazed. He has two of his seven children with him: his second-eldest son, Aerion Targaryen, who rides further back on his horse. He wears a jet-black cloak, over chainmail. Behind him travels a carriage carrying Visenya Targaryen, Maekar's third-born daughter and thus eldest of three. Her white hair cascades over her shoulders, and her violet eyes gaze out the small windows at the cheering crowd. They are not cheering with joy, but out of necessity. For none of them dares to cross a Targaryen.