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(General Pov)
"Woah, that fight was amazing!" Tommen said excitedly.
This comment was made after witnessing the duel between the knight of flowers and the Mystery, a sentiment that was shared between the males of the Baratheon line with the king expressing his pleasure wholeheartedly.
"Now that! That was a bloody fight!" Robert Baratheon bellowed in excitement turning many heads toward the royal section that they occupied.
"A splendid duel indeed," Jamie said, causing Tyrion to hold in his smirk, settling himself into his seat, now relaxed after seeing Daemon coming out with the victory.
"One of the pleasures of your name day, sweet sister, though don't be too sad, Ser Loras lost," Joffrey said playfully, causing Myrcella to roll her eyes at him.
"Kingslayer, who's that Mystery knight?" Robert asked, now completely interested in the knight as memories about a Mystery Knight years ago came to him.
"I don't know your grace, but per your wish, I shall have the man brought and unmasked in front of you," Jamie stated as he, too, was interested in that knight that bested Loras Tyrell, one of the good knights in the realm. With an adept sword arm.
"Yes, have him brought to me when the melee is over—though I would prefer it if he wins the damn thing," Robert remarked.
"It's been a while since I've truly seen any knights with some skill—better than these pansy tourney knights who would piss themselves at the sight of blood." Robert babbled while rubbing his beard. "What I would give to swing my Warhammer again!" He finished in anger, scowling at the cup in front of him.
"Woe to those who are unfortunate to face the end of your hammer, your grace," Jamie said while smirking at the thought of King Robert swinging his Warhammer again.
"Just like that filthy rapist dragonspawn Rhaegar!" Robert said in anger but there was now
Upon hearing this, a flash of pain filled Jamie Lannister's eyes as memories filled him of the man who was called 'The Last Dragon' Rhaegar Targaryen, a man who most would give their life to if he called for it—well, those who he hadn't wronged.
"Protect my wife and children, Ser Jamie—after I defeat my cousin on the trident, I'll set things straight with the lords of the realm," Rhaegar said to a young Jamie Lannister, his voice smooth as silk.
Rhaegar Targaryen—a man whose beauty was otherworldly compared to those of Valyrian blood, a man who was said to be the most beautiful Targaryen in History—the light at the end of the tunnel that was Aery's reign but was also the one who was one of the catalysts for the ongoing rebellion.
He was fitted into the red and black Targaryen armor with his dragon helm under his shoulders, but what was prominent in the armor was the rubies in his chest plate, giving it an enchanting and mesmerizing appeal to the eye.
"Yes, my prince, I shall do my duty," Jamie said with seriousness and conviction laced in his tone.
Rhaegar smiled at Jamie, who smiled back in affirmation but quickly changed to determination after Rhaegar placed a hand on his shoulder a reflection of the bond they shared after the incident with the Kingswood Brotherhood.
A memory to this day Jamie Lannister cherished as this was—...Lighter Clank…Sizzle…
The once cherished memory was tainted by false oaths and disloyalty as the embers continued to devour what was left from the cherished memory of the last dragon.
This day was the last day Ser Jamie Lannister would ever lay eyes on the man who was called the 'Last Dragon' of House Targaryen days later the dragon felt the might of a raging Stag and the outcome was tears in the form of sorrows and rubies that dyed the water below in red of the dragon.
And the realm.
"...Well said, your grace," Jamie replied stoically placating the Stag King.
Cersei, who heard the besmirchment, kept a mask of stoicism, but inside, she was seething that much only Tyrion and maybe Jamie could tell as their sister initially only had eyes for Rhaegar, and when she was denied for Elia Martell, she was heartbroken.
But, her ire didn't end there as a maiden from the cold of winter and white of snow would also ensnare the heart of her first love and her husband leaving her playing second fiddle behind Lyanna Stark.
Even on the day of her wedding, she was placed second behind Lyanna as Robert moaned her name while bedding her—the source of her vindictive personality to her husband.
And then…there was another—this woman was the first love of her brother who she still hadn't forgiven for lying with another even with her death she transferred her hate to her spawn—though he has a majority of his father's features the boy also has one prominent aspect from that woman and it was her hair.
"Let's not sully our children's ears with the fallen Targaryen's Robert," Cersei to change the topic.
Having no choice—Robert conceded to not make a scene—probably because he was sober enough.
"The numbers are a handful now but it doesn't change the fact that the mountain is going to win," Joffrey stated in assurance.
"Normally." Jamie quipped, causing Joffrey to look at him with a gaze that screamed 'Elaborate!'
"There were a lot of knights that participated; Ser Gregor is covered in thick armor, more so than the average knight, while wearing chainmail underneath and wielding a greatsword. Naturally, he would get tired from fighting without rest. If this was a duel-style tournament I reckon nobody could defeat him." Jamie explained but followed up with.
"But—it's not, and the Mountain is tired, and now he is faced with knights teaming up against him, not to mention Lyn Cobray, so he might be defeated." He finished.
"Who knows he might be defeated by that Mystery Knight." Tyrion chimed in.
"Pftt no way—I'll give the man he is skilled but there is no way he is defeating the Mountain of all people," Joffrey said.
"How about a bet then nephew?" Tyrion said, and Joffrey saw an easy way to earn something and agreed.
"Sure, I'll bet my dagger, and if I win…I want the present you have for my sister." Joffrey replied, causing Myrcella to stare at him and Tyrion to raise an eyebrow.
"Really? That's your sister's present-" Tyrion commented but was cut off.
"Yes, and I'll present it to her as such now the bet is made." He said coolly.
"Fine, you get the present if the Mountain wins, while I get your dagger if he doesn't win the tourney."
"Fine," Joffrey replied, knowing he was going to receive a gift that day like how could his uncle be stupid to say the mountain would lose like the man is over 8 feet tall and makes a greatsword look like a longsword!
'I'll have your gift uncle.' Joffrey thought in glee.
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Daemon watched as the numbers would dwindle leaving 5 fighters left in the melee himself included while 2 would have fought the Mountain and Lyn would have been in a duel.
He stopped looking around and would stare at the Mountain—he couldn't allow the man to gain some breathing room. He knew the mountain would be slow but he was still dangerous and possessed that monstrous strength he was known for so he couldn't allow him to regain some strength.
So with this in mind he had chosen his target.
Setting his sights on the mountain of a man he took his sword from the ground and started to advance towards the mountain who blocked an overhead slash with his shield and parrying with his greatsword doing overall well in the 2v1 fight.
He came in on the man's flank, raising his arms and swinging it full force across the man's shoulder—but there was a mishap.
The man's armor was simply too tough.
A resounding clang would reverberate in the arena as the two knights stepped back from either being tired or perhaps fear but one thing for certain Daemon held firm not retreating.
Taking this as being foolish, Gregor Clegane swung his sword horizontally at the side of Daemon who intercepted it with his shield,
But this would be one of the biggest mistakes in his life as the pure strength of the mountain shook the bone in his forearm and sent him flying to his right and on the floor.
He landed with a grunt and would've groaned while the crowd seemed to gasp but before the mountain could capitalize Daemon rolled to the side and onto his feet grunting in pain.
'Fucking hell note to self- never ever try to block a strike from Clegane…I think my hand has went numb.' He tried to get some feeling in his shield arm but there was nothing coming from it for a couple seconds.
"Seven Hells.." Daemon said under his breath before he stepped away to dodge an attack now gripping the sword with both hands and swung at the man's shoulder but was intercepted by the mountain's sword.
Clegane stepped back and attacked back with a diagonal slash that he also intercepted with an attack of his own but the sheer power behind the swing made him grunt while barely keeping a grip on his sword.
'How the hell can I beat this!' Daemon said before pivoting and striking him on the thigh but his sword seemed to bounce off his armor.
He swore he heard the man chuckling only to he forced to be parrying blows while being forced back until—
Shatter…
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….Chapter Ends