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18.46% GOT/ASOIAF: Son of the Unworthy / Chapter 21: 21

章節 21: 21

[YO I had to read a ton of different websites to learn jousting and from the rules, I have seen its counting points and whoever has more wins. You get points for breaking the lance but also how broken and if the metal tip broke as well. There are also some rules that say only three lances can be used so if you break three first you win, this may be wrong but I am going with it. It doesn't make sense to have them run in circles breaking lances for hours if they could keep up with each other.]

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186 AC

Kingslanding

Baelor Targaryen

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Unhorsing Rhaegal put me in the finals against my uncle Aerion, he 'stands' between me and being able to crown my future queen as my queen of love and beauty. My horse shifts under me as we stand waiting for the horn to be blown. My uncle looks like a menace in his armor with his spear pointed high.

Watching him unhorse Daemon with ease made my stomach hurt, I am not liking my chances.

The cheers from the royal box were incredibly loud when Daemon hit the dirt like a corpse and didn't move. I am almost certain it was from my aunt Daenerys but I choose to stay out of that whole mess. Daemon has what's coming to him rubbing his nose into their relationship, Daenerys has grown tired of him and is only held back by her kindness.

If she wasn't so kind and instead was more cruel she would have Drogon burn the fool to ashes.

I personally think Aerion only held a touch of pity for Daemon and nothing more, not even worth his time. His 'time is gold' rule has him focused like a hound on a hunt and wastes little on petty things but it seems that has run its course. The unveiled look of disgust he gave Daemon as Roach pranced by his downed body sent a shiver down my back.

I thought Aegor was going to be the worst embarrassment of the day with getting himself kicked by a horse but Daemon topped it by flying off his horse like a fool. He practically stood up on the stirrups and let the lance lift him off and drop him onto his back.

I shake my head hearing my father finally stop speaking to the crowd and the Hornblower steps forward and looks my way and then toward Aerion.

I look at Aerion and send him a nod before slapping down my face covering and adjust my grip on my lance. I see a nod in return sent my way before he drops his own face shield and we both sit like an arrow drawn on a bow. The silence filling the air as everyone holds their breath, all I hear is my own heart pounding in my ears.

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186 AC

Kingslanding

Aerion Targaryen

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I honestly wish I could let my nephew win this one, all the important Lords of Westeros are here watching. He would gain a lot of prestige if he defeated me here but I already have a plan with Daenerys and I won't back down now. That and spitting on Daemon once more is too tempting of an offer, the dumbstruck look on his face when his helmet came off warmed my heart.

The horn is blown and the last match is begun as Roach lurches forward with enthusiasm, ignoring my other reasons I also can't sandbag my horse. He lives for these jousts and if I tumbled off after getting hit I have a feeling he would know. So if not for crowning my future wife than for my horse who pours his heart out into these jousts.

I line my lance and prepare as my nephew closes in, his own lance primed and ready.

We both move similarly and our lances strike true shattering on the other's shoulder. Seeing my next lance prepared as we approach the end of the tilt I toss the broken lance to a man waiting and catch the replacement without even looking. My eyes look back at Baelor who similarly is looking as he catches his own lance.

Roach is a well-oiled machine and needs no guidance from me and never stopped moving, I only have to adjust a little as we head down the tilt once more. Baelor matching my movements almost exactly makes us look in sync, almost like we practiced this. The crowd is deathly silent as our lances connect and once more they both shatter against the steel of our armor.

"You got this!" I hear a cheer from the royal box as I pass by, my nephew's wife.

I also distinctly pick up the sound of Shiera cheering and shake my head as I swap lances one last time. Three lances, if we both break them then the judges will see who got more points and check the damage on our lance tips on the ground.

Third time is the charm they say, riding down the line t full speed I lower the lance and prepare myself. I lean to my side slightly and prepare to slide out of the way if possible while also still breaking my lance. The first two breaks were clean enough from what I could briefly so even if I get hit trying for this next I should still win.

The tip of my nephew's lance cuts through the air aimed for my shoulder as I angle mine last moment to hit his chest. With the new angle, I am able to lower my shoulder low enough for the Crown princes lance to slide right over my shoulder. Feeling mine break against him I smile as Roach continues forward.

I pull on his reins and he breaks from his trance and comes to a slow stop as the crowd goes wild. I toss the broken lance away and pull off my helmet, putting it under my arm I look around with sweat on my brow.

Not the most climactic finish but I didn't want to put my nephew on his ass Infront of all the Lords anyway. There are already whispers about me being a dragon rider and how I should be the one to take the throne. Making the crown prince look bad Infront of everyone by unhorsing him would only serve to feed rumors.

My brother steps forward to the front of the Royal box and people go silent after he raises his hand, the seven-headed dragon crown shining in the light.

"It seems we have a winner! My brother Aerion Targaryen has shown his skill with the lance and his Horsemanship. He and my son put on an admirable last match and I couldn't be prouder of them both." The crowd claps as Daeron looks around.

I in the meantime have rode Roach over to Baelor and we clasped hands with our horse's side by side.

"I will get you next time!" He slaps my shoulder and laughs good-naturedly and I resist the urge to cringe.

I stole the win from him on his name day celebration and am going to make it about my marriage with Daenerys. I spoke about it with Daeron and he was very excited to host the lords in the great sept of Baelor for the wedding. Rarely, an opportunity comes around like this, even if we wed normally some other time and sent invitations not this many people would come.

We would receive well wishes and gifts from many Lords looking to make friends but ultimately only a few desperate or scheming lords would show up in person. Most have better things to do with their time and events they go to are rare. This just happens to be one such event, but Baelor should not get too mad with how close we are.

"You look like you are the one who lost." He grins at me after taking off his helmet.

"I plan to crown Danny and announce we will be holding a wedding in a few days. I am starting to feel like I am stealing some of your thunder all of a sudden." He raises both his brows and looks up at the Royal box as a young squire runs out to hand me the 'crown'.

He looks back with a smug look that makes my worry burn away, I almost regret not trying to unhorse him.

"Daemon is going to love this." He barks a laugh and turns his horse to leave the field as his dad finishes a speech and all the attention turns to me.

The crowd cheers the Crown prince as he leaves but also watches to see who I will crown, I am handed a fresh lance and I slip the Red flower crown onto it.

My heart actually starts to beat faster as I balance it on the tip being careful to not let it fall. Something I have done many times after winning suddenly feels foreign and difficult. I manage to lift the lance without it sliding down and hoist it up to the Royal box.

Daenerys takes the crown as I present it in front of her and the smile she was wearing widens as she puts it on her head. Shieras pout is legendary but I put it aside for the moment, I will make it up to her by giving her the next few I win in various tournaments. She will just have to travel with me to them, but I won't be participating in any that Baelor is in.

I need to let my nephew win some glory in these times lacking war.

I lick my lips and prepare for the cringe, this is the part that has me nervous even though we are already engaged.

"Daenerys my love, I crown you my Queen of love and beauty after my hard-fought victory over all the opponents I faced. Today I swore that should I pull through and achieve victory that I would ask you to marry me. With your consent and the king's blessing, I will wed you in the Great Sept of Baelor in a wedding like never seen before." My throat tightens as the silence sets in and my legs feel weak on Roach's sides.

I fight off the horrible cringe trying to take over my facial features, I am not good at this kind of thing. Backroom deals and shady stuff or even subtly threatening someone with dragon fire is one thing for business. Matters of the heart put out into the open and exposing myself like this feels very bad even if I know her answer beforehand.

Everyone and I mean everyone looks toward the Royal box thankfully as I blink some sweat out of my eyes and await her answer. She takes a painfully long time as she approaches the edge of the box and looks down with the crown upon her brow.

"I consent." She smiles smugly, she saw me suffering and waited a few moments extra just to let me suffer.

This will be remembered.

"Your king also agrees to the wedding, I am proud of you brother. You have come a long way and made great strides on your own to achieve your goals. I look forward to seeing what you manage to achieve and I wish you a happy marriage like my own." The crowd finally starts clapping and some women cheer loudly.

I smile and nod toward them both before heading to get my armor off, a genuine smile refuses to leave my face as Roach carries me to my tent.

Passing by some other tents I spot Daemon, he seems faint and pale as I ride by him and his eyes look lifeless. I nod at him when his eyes meet mine and he clenches his fists and shuts his eyes with his jaw grinding his teeth.

Maybe he will fuck off after this.

I jump off Roach and make my way into my tent with the idea of washing off and heading to see Daenerys. We should go for a flight and maybe eat a packed dinner together somewhere remote and enjoy the rest of the day.


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章節 22: 22

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186 AC

Kingslanding

Daemon Blackfyre

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No no no no!

Danny smiles watching Aerion walk off as she runs her hand over the crown that I was meant to give her. She turns when Shiera hugs her side and they start talking together and my body goes slack. I stare up into the sky trying to find the fault with the world, this must be a dream.

A dream is the only way to explain this, I can't lose her when she is everything to me.

Aerion gives me a smug look and I debate murder right here and now, I will show him who is truly worthy of Daenerys with my cold Valyrian steel. Blackfyre is ready to cut down this asshole and Daenerys will be free from his spell.

He rides off to his tent and I feel the itch to follow after him but calm myself down and close my eyes. I put my head in my hands and wonder how it all went wrong, why did father agree to marry those two. Daenerys would have made me happy and I would make her happy, we could have had something real together.

Now she will suffer under the abusive Aerion who takes sick joy in watching her slug through his 'training'. I have seen it with my own eyes, her exposed skin covered in sweat and gasping for breath after he made her 'exercise' with our nephews. He actually exposes her to men's work and makes her break her back keeping up.

I grit my teeth in rage at my beautiful Princess suffering such a brute, how will he treat her in the bedding?

Like a cold dip in the Blackwater rush my body shivers, the bedding!

Oh no no no, that will not be happening and I will ensure it, he will not have her body! I will challenge him to a duel right here and now if that's what it takes, her body is a sacred temple. Only the faithful like me will ever grace its halls and if he tries to take her first time I will end him!

"Daemon!" I turn to see my half-brother Aegor's whore and almost strike her in my anger but I bite my lip instead.

"What?" I grit out while struggling to not strangle this pretender woman.

"Aegor is awake and responsive, he asked for you." I smile seeing a plan come together and walk past the bitch shoving her to the ground.

Aegor I need you!

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186 AC

Kingslanding

Daenerys Targaryen

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Making my twin suffer before everyone as he cringes and resists running off I can't help but feel some satisfaction. He manhandles me like a doll at night with his endless strength that seems like a bottomless ocean seeking to quench my fire. It does more than that, it drowns my fire and keeps it thoroughly extinguished. Taking a little victory over him in front of the masses is a tiny victory but still a victory.

I can't help but agree with earnest feelings though, we have come to be very dear to one another. It started off weirdly with both of us being older than we should be inside of these bodies, but we had each other to hold onto. We kept each other from going crazy trapped in these 'flesh prisons' as he says.

I think I fell in 'love' with him when we recently had turned seven.

It might have been before but it was then that I learned how I felt, it hit me like a wall and left me stumbling. A normal day of reading and learning as a child and he sought me out to read with me, a common thing. We sat together in silence just enjoying a companion and he got hungry and left to get food.

He cooked up a small feast and brought it back to me an hour later with all my favorites, just because he could. He didn't have to and nor did I ask, he just did it because he wanted to do something for me.

It was small and seemingly pointless in the grand scheme of things but I know he was being genuine. It was not a trick and nor were there any hidden meanings, he just wanted me to enjoy my lunch as I read my book. I couldn't help the way I felt and I was even scared because of the last time I felt that way. I didn't tell him for many years, but I enjoyed spending time with him more and more.

When I did tell him sometime around eleven years old he was shell shocked, he assumed I meant as 'siblings' but to a Targaryen, there is no such thing. We both knew we were to be married but we also have dragons and could decide for ourselves anytime we wanted. So when he heard me admit my feelings he was caught off guard.

Though in his own way, he confessed he also felt that way for me, in his own way.

He did not like the idea of a 'relationship' anytime before eight teen years old for some reason and that soon went down to sixteen. Now at fourteen, we are going at it without any regret and he is insatiable. I wonder if it's because he worries about pregnancy, he once told me that at least eight teen is recommended for the first one. But I don't want to wait that long, I want to have a baby to raise and hold and spoil all day long.

Business is good and I enjoy it but I miss the excitement of 'ruling' and conquest and starting a family is the only thing that ranks above that. So to prevent myself from invading Essos or Dorne I need to get a silver-headed little chubby cheek baby to love on.

Now that I think about it, if he knew my reason for wanting a family sooner rather than later he might force me to have a baby. That might actually be the smart thing to do, it will get him fully onboard and not hold anything back.

Not that he does.

"You that happy?" Shiera crosses her arms and pouts as she glares at my crown.

Sweet little sister wants her brother's love and is easily jealous when she sees me get it. If only she knew that there is honestly only one kind of love for siblings with our blood. I think she 'knows' but is denying it to herself as she knows his reaction, too young to even think about it.

"I am happy, you will be happy too I promise." I cup her cheek and rub it with my thumb and she relaxes.

"I already made a love potion that is guaranteed to work, I just need to wait to feed it to him." Maybe she knows more than I was thinking...

"Love potion?" I ask hesitantly.

"Love potion." She responds with a steel-like voice, full of determination.

"Shiera..." She looks up while manipulating the size of her mismatched eyes as they start to glisten with unshed tears.

"Please?" I grit my teeth and stop myself from laughing at this little troublemaker.

"Maybe when you are older, you don't need to give anyone love potions when you are not even 'ready' for something like that." She lacks a mom much like I did in my first life so I feel for her situation.

But even I knew not to try for anything before flowering, it's just common sense.

"But I am being left behind." She slumps and I hold her up with my arms going around her back and a thought appears in my mind.

"How about you 'squire' under me before you are old enough." She looks back up with curiosity.

"Squire?" I nod with plans of having a trustworthy babysitter filling my mind, this will work out perfectly.

I don't plan on needing one as I will keep my baby close but when I do, Shiera will be ready to do her duty as my 'squire'.

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186 AC

Kingslanding

Mya Rivers

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Poor Aerion, his new wife is working against him moments after agreeing to have the wedding soon.

Shiera looks ready for anything as Daenerys tells her all her duties as a squire to make sure she does not get left behind. There are some useful things there to keep her busy and also helpful for her future, but some are just cruel. Danny is setting herself up as the lead figure and making sure Shiera 'knows her place' and I shiver as Shiera looks eager to please.

"Terrifying." Gwenys speaks up and gulps as she watches.

I nod and catch our aunt Elaena nod as well as she listens with some of her attention, too much of it. I always knew she had a thing for Aerion but I thought it was the music, it turns out she was just waiting for the apple to ripen before plucking it. Aerion is truly in more a horrible uphill fight, things will get messy no thanks to my help as I will also be somewhere on the battlefield.

I don't know if it's the wedding or just pettiness but I feel the need to push for something even though I should not. I think it is pettiness but I can't help the way I feel and have felt for quite some time. Danny seems almost fine raising up Shiera so is it that big of a deal if I get in on it somewhere?

Before she learned his 'situation' with his lower parts would solve itself she was even trying to pull us in on her own. I need to approach the situation carefully and see how things turn out but also not wait too long and as Shiera said, 'get left behind'.

"What are you thinking about?" Gwenys asks from my side and I smile.

"Nothing sweet sister, just making some plans." She grunts.

"Whatever it is it does not look good with those eyes, think about whatever it is carefully." I nod and stretch as everyone starts leaving the Royal box.

"Don't worry about me, I will be very careful." I follow after Daenerys and her 'squire' with a smile on my lips.

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186 AC

Kingslanding

Aerion Targaryen

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This wedding is going to cost an arm, more like a couple of fingers but still, it's expensive and I hate watching money leave. Money is supposed to flow in and not flow out unless it's for getting me Harrenhal.

But the good news in the form of an early wedding gift came in, my brother kicked out the squatters in my castle. I will be named the Lord of Harrenhal and Daenerys will be my Lady after we are married before all the Lords. He plans on announcing it there, apparently, the Lothstons actually liked the idea.

They traded down by far but their new place is not 'haunted'.

I can't help but shake in excitement even as I sign away agreements that stab holes in my wallet. Happy wife, happy life but I am also happy because I got a big cool castle to renovate and fix up for my kids to one day take over.

I already have cleaners headed out with some men to protect them, they will work full-time just cleaning every part of the castle and its towers. Builders will start rebuilding everything damaged within a few weeks, it will take years to fix it to its prime. But I will hire enough to get it done reasonably fast and most important they will fix it the right way. No bull crap patchwork on my family's house, I don't want it caving in on my kids or something.

Watching Daenerys enter the room with Shiera waving goodbye I raise an eyebrow, those two have been like two peas in a pod recently.

"Anything I should know?" I look into Danny's deep purple eyes and she smiles.

"Nothing to worry about, at least not for a while." I take it for what it is, a problem for future me and I toss it to the side.

"Let me help you with those." She moves a chair over to the desk with a smile and grabs some papers to start working on.

A calm washes over me as I watch her work, my wife.

I like that.


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