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20.76% GOT/ASOIAF: Son of the Unworthy / Chapter 24: 24

章節 24: 24

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186 AC

Kingslanding

Aerion Targaryen

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Forty men and a 'field' surrounded with stands filled with hooting and hollering Lords and Ladies. Bets have been placed and a fat one has been placed on me, along with a bounty for my 'head'. The match has not even begun and I can see men all around looking at me with greed.

They will fail.

Blunted weapons as always but that won't stop me from breaking bones and spirits, if only roach could join. This Melee there are no horses allowed and it's just men on the ground, a pity. With Roach at my side in other Melees I feel like a god riding the field dropping skilled knights onto their asses.

It does not take a genius to find who placed the bounty on my head, I can feel Daemon and Aegor drill holes into me from across the field. Both will be missing my wedding to my perfect wife if they actually try what I think they are going to try. I have taken more men on at once than I have fingers and these fools think to gang up on me?

Alliances are always made in these events and groups stand strong, I like to break them down.

The horn blows and men shout as they rush forward toward an opponent, I can already see some form groups. They think numbers are their allies but it will only put them in my sights, that's why I am rushing to four men.

"Shit! Gut him!" A man with a red skull for a sigil shouts as I swing down my blunted blade onto his friend's back.

I pull my punches to avoid doing anything too permanent but enough that they go down for the rest of the melee. The evidence of that is the man who tumbled down from my blow had enough time to scream and struggle in pain instead of going paralyzed.

"James!" A sorrowful voice screams out as if seeing the love of his life die before his eyes. "I will crush you for that!" I love this!

A smile spreads on my face as men show their real selves on this field, the face they hide from the 'dragon prince'. I only get to see their real emotions and get to feel their desperate struggles out here where there are no 'dragons'. Only men with blunted swords and armor seeking gold or glory, I am after both.

I stand up straight and stiffly, narrowly avoiding a great sword cutting through the air behind me. I kick the flat of the blade as it hits the ground and it flies from the knight's hand. He has little time to react as my armored fist cracks him on the chin and he goes limp.

"Gerold!" I almost chuckle hearing him once more scream in pain before I punch his throat sending him gasping to the dirt.

"I yield!" The fourth tosses his sword down seeing me whip my head in his direction.

"Coward." I spit and look away from the spineless boy for better opponents.

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186 AC

Kingslanding

Aegor Rivers

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Damn Brynden is lucky he is too young and was made to sit out of this melee or I would crack his skull. He smirks at me from the stands with his albino lips and eyes looking at me with some kind of 'victory' in them.

I only barely am even able to participate, my lungs still feel caved in from that damn horse and I have a bruise covering half my chest. A big black and blue bruise in the shape of a hoof, I will crack that damn horse's head for this.

"Focus Aegor, when we see an opportunity we will finish him." I look away from the Golden-headed knight I just jabbed in the chest and spot the monster.

I gulp seeing the blunted steel travel faster than an average man can even follow as he beats down green boys thinking they are skilled knights. Fools, they think the reason he is feared is only because of that big silver monster he has. They are wrong and that is why we are letting them wear him down before we 'finish' him for good.

Daemon has been sniffing after the silver princess since he first saw her, now that she is firmly in the hands of Aerion he can't hold himself back. He practically begged me to get up from my cot in the medical tent 'death is not uncommon in a melee' are the words he told me.

The hoof print on my chest stings thinking about those words, if that damned horse went for the head I would be dead.

I shake the thought from my mind as I grunt and follow daemon while keeping an eye on Aerion. If we want a chance at this it will have to be at the end when he is as tired as possible.

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186 AC

Kingslanding

Balerion Otherys

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Sitting with my sisters watching Aerion bully people is just as fun as it used to be. He had plenty of practice growing up bullying our nephews, the poor fools out there don't stand a chance. He twirls and spins or just runs them down making his armor look weightless as he moves around with such speed.

I look away from Aerion and am once again surprised to see Aegor standing, Roach gave him a good kick. No one can say Aegor is easy to put down, my other half-brother has the will to fight that is only rarely matched. Daemon shows his highly skilled and practiced swordsmanship here and sends knights limping out of the field.

An hour and a half and only ten people are left.

It is actually pretty fast compared to some melees I have been to, I expected the lack of horses to prolong the fighting. But it seems since no one can ride away from Aerion he is knocking chunks out of the total men standing. Each time he arrives at a group you can hear them shout curses and prayers.

I find myself wondering how he would look with Dark sister on a battlefield.

"Enjoying the show?" Bellenora asks as she steals some of the chips I had fried up just for this melee.

"Yea it looks like it will be finished soon though, watch your dress these things are oily." She nods as she crunches a chip, her eyes never leaving the field.

Another hand snakes into my stash after being encouraged by the first thief, I can only sigh.

"Not you to Narha, I thought you loved me." She snorts and takes one of the sea salt-covered delicacies into her mouth.

"If you loved us back you wouldn't leave on a long voyage that has a high chance of you never returning. This might very well be some of the last chips I ever steal from you before you never return." Her once pleased and cheerful voice filled with bitterness and heartache.

"We talked about this." I sigh and she ignores me and instead takes another handful of my snack.

I can't help I don't even feel alive without the thrill of a journey, to see lands never before seen or long forgotten. It is my passion and my heart longs to once more be on 'my' ship heading out onto the sea in search of the next big discovery. I long to leave my name as not a bastard of a horrible king but as a man who sought out and found something amazing.

She will understand, they all will understand when I succeed and prove my purpose with my actions. I will be able to relax and live out a more relaxed life once I finish what I set out to do.

I shake away my thoughts as more people leave the field leaving only three. Three like the heads of the dragons on the sigil on my brother's chest. But there is only one 'dragon' on the field and he will beat both the wyrm's hissing at him.

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186 AC

Kingslanding

Aerion Targaryen

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I spin the practice sword and grip it tight as I look at Daemon and Aegor who just send the last man other than us out of the match. Aegor with a sword and shield, the shield carrying 'his' sigil the Bracken red horse with black dragon wings. Daemon with a sword and shield as well, his with the Blackfyre sigil he took up after taking the King's sword.

They seem to want to take turns blocking me and attacking me, they have been smashing anyone they ran into with that strategy. Aegor taking a more passive position compared to normal, and his chest likely still hurting. I admire he is even still standing after Roach downed him but I will finish what my horse started and put him back on his ass.

I spot a dropped blunted blade and bend down to snatch it up in my left hand, twirling it around along with my original blade I smile. If they want to take turns and corner me then how will they react to fighting 'two' of me at once?

The crowd whistles and shouts seeing me take another blade as I walk toward my 'brothers', I hope I look half as menacing as I feel. My black armor covered in dragon scales with the red Targaryen dragon sigil on my chest. Both blades pointed at the ground as I stride toward them with their postures lowered and ready to pounce.

""Is something the matter, Daemon? You have been distant as of late, almost like something has happened."" His feet shift but he holds his position with Aegor at his side.

The crowd goes dead silent having missed me speaking, I spoke in Valyrian anyway so most of them would not understand. Some of the higher-end houses learn Valyrian but they are not fluent in it, not like the House of the dragon.

""I wonder what could have set you off, is it something I did?"" No response once more as my helmet hides my growing smile. ""Or is it 'Someone' I did?"" I speak softer but his knee-jerk reaction and his shoulders raising let me know he heard me.

I almost continue as there are not many chances for me to shit talk since I need to keep my image good. But looking up at the Royal box behind them as if they are guarding it against me I spot a narrowed pair of eyes.

Shit, I hope she did not hear me, I put my foot in my mouth now.

I waste no more time and dash toward them twirling the blades again bring them down to finish the quickly. Shields meet blunted steel and the final battle has begun with a song of steel.

Each aimed to hit me in a different part of my body as if planned beforehand, they seemed to have been practicing for this moment. They are warmed up to put me down but I won't be an easy target. I am also warmed up to fight a pair and more so how could I go down to a man and a half of a man?

One blade hits a shield and another hits a blade as the crowd goes wild at the sight. Aegor is noticeably slower and tired out as he mainly blocks and only strikes when he is sure he can defend. I choose to press on him harder and cross both blades before slamming into his shield.

He stumbles back and I turn to bat Daemons advance away from me, as if with eyes in the back of my head I jump up to avoid a leg from the downed Aegor. His loud shout of fury as he misses and I bring one of my feet down onto his armored chest. I jump back after attempting to aggravate his wound and focus on Daemon who is trying to defend his ally.

Daemon sees Aegor won't stand up again as he tries to tear his breastplate off, he looks up at me and raises his shield.

Targaryen versus Blackfyre, the final fight of the melee.


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章節 25: 25

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186 AC

Kingslanding

Daemon Blackfyre

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A moment? An Hour or two? I can't even tell as I focus entirely on staying upright and avoiding being brained by a blunted blade.

His swords swinging so fast I almost wonder if he had been holding back this entire melee just for this moment. I can tell now, that I won't be the victor of this match but that does not mean I will just bow out. Yielding is for cowards and I won't give him the satisfaction of holding that over my head.

If it was not for deciding to bring a shield I am sure I would of broke an arm at some point with the way he is seemingly aiming to tear me down piece by piece. My legs sting from repeated abuse but I have to protect my upper body or take damage that will send me out. I have never even seen him wield two blades before but he does it with a beyond just practiced skill.

Whether the blades swing together for a powerful blow or target different parts of my body it all seems experienced. It does not make sense, if he is this practiced he has to have a lot of experience but we have never seen or heard anything. It is almost like he has spent years practicing in the dark just for this moment to unveil the skill in front of the masses.

I grit my teeth feeling pain from my fingers to my chest from deflecting half-assed strikes from Aerion.

The crowd's cheers are loving this and I believe it is the only reason he has not tried to 'really' end this fight. I know for a fact he loves the attention and uses it to further his agenda, this is nothing more than a show to him. He is showing his skills with 'me' as his target dummy, his straw man to beat on. Yet there is nothing I can do, every counterattack is masterfully crushed and met with more pain.

I am starting to feel like a caged animal unable to do anything but take the abuse, my own pride keeping me from bowing out. My pride keeps me from taking a blow and falling to the ground 'defeated', instead I stand. I stand only to put my everything into defense and it is not enough, unable to match him.

For all the praise and cheering I have heard about my skills with the blade I can't even manage to land a solid hit.

Catching his eyes for only a moment I see nothing, not joy or excitement but nothing. He seems almost bored even as he puts on a show even the Warrior himself would be proud of. A monster slinging steel is what is before me, almost as monstrous as his mount. Is this the difference between someone who can hatch an egg and one who can't?

A 'real' dragon and a 'fake' dragon?

I grit my teeth and push off the ground with both feet and shield raised toward his chest, I have had enough. He spins out of the way and before I can react and stop my dash forward I feel a sword hit behind my knee and my leg gives out.

Tumbling to my side I pull my shield to block my upper chest and head, but nothing happens. Laying on my back panting like a dying hound I wonder what is happening as I lower my shield.

Aerion is standing where he was, looking down at me as he tosses both swords aside and puts his hands up as clenched fists. I catch his eyes once more and this time see them pleading with me, to stand. I could lay here and the match will end in just a moment when the king or someone takes pity on me.

But instead, I push off the ground and get in stance again ready to do some damage to him. If he thinks he can beat me as he did before without even a blade he is mistaken.

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186 AC

Kingslanding

Aerion Targaryen

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So easily taunted now that his farce has been pulled away, though it will cost me later I suspect. I am almost a hundred percent sure Danny heard me somehow when I taunted Daemon earlier. Her frosty glare contradicts the fire in her veins as I have my back to her. I almost regret it but I would not get to 'play' with Daemon if I did not.

If Kin slaying was not looked at as the ultimate sin I would have just hit his neck too hard and had him see the 'you died' screen. Too bad, it would have the people of Westeros dislike me just on the principle of the title 'kin slayer'. If Daemon is to die it will have to be silently or in the dark, with no witnesses.

His mom would be livid if she ever learned of the foul play as well, and she is one of the cooler Targaryens so I don't really want that. She has little to no real political power these days so she could not do anything but she is someone I actually see as 'family'.

"You aren't tired?" I ask as he stands ups with shaky knees.

He answers by raising his shield and I snort, this fool could just yield.

But since he won't I guess I can knock him around for a bit making him look even more of a fool. I have shown what I can do with a blade enough today, I feel the urge to punch his dumb helmet. Maybe I will even break his nose or knock out a few teeth, a reminder of this day for him.

He holds his ground at least smart enough to know I will still walk him like a dog unarmed, so I walk toward him. He lowers himself and readies to slash at me with his blade as I enter his range. the blade finally moves. I casually walk into it smacking my right arm hard enough to leave a nasty bruise but not enough to deter me.

I quickly grab the blunted steel and wretch it from his hand, he is pulled forward from the tug and his chest is exposed. I step into his guard with his shield flailing up in the air trying to get his balance back. But he won't be seeing balance until this match is over, my armored knee to his chest ensures that.

My arm that had thrown the blade behind me clenches a fist and delivers it to his helmet as he hunches over like a shrimp. The coughing stops as he crumbles like a puppet with its strings cut and no longer moves. The sound of a horn blowing ends the melee as I roll Daemon onto his side and take off his helmet.

Can't have him choking to death or something.

I would say the melee was a succusses, I won't and got to publicly demonstrate my power over everyone here. I will probably start sitting Tourneys out unless the prize is worth the effort, at this point the gold is not as good as it was. Each chest of gold used to go straight into investments but by now the time I spend in a Tourney could have been used to make more gold.

I also have proved myself time and time again so by entering I am just bullying people. Sitting out to let others gain glory is the best move from now on, but sports is a different thing altogether. The sports leagues will start within a few years and I will be able to play in those all I want.

I help load Daemon onto a stretcher for a bit more of that good public image and finally take my helmet off and head to the Royal box.

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"You should have broke his arms or his legs!" Shiera puffs up, where her grudge against Daemon comes from I have no idea.

He pretty much is tunnel vision on Danny so he never bothers her but Shiera has a bone to pick with him. Danny is still silent and stabbing me with narrowed eyes as I take a damp cloth to my arms and chest.

"I don't want to look cruel or brutal, I want to look like I am in a completely different league than everyone else. Fear is good in moderation but too much will spread into my personal and business life and cause me problems. Breaking bones by accident or because he made a mistake is one thing but holding his arm down and stomping on it is another. He has enough sense and skill to prevent me from outright breaking his limbs." Though if I cranked it up a notch he would have been limbless even with a blunted sword.

But too fast of movements and people start asking questions, and I don't want questions asked.

"I see." Shiera nods as she grabs another hot towel from the water basin and slaps it against my back before gliding it across my skin.

I peek at Danny in the mirror and she notices as a single eyebrow raises and I feel a fire light inside myself. I bite my lip and get back to cleaning off before we head to the feast to celebrate.

"You didn't really get hurt, except for this mark on your arm and a few on your side." Shiera checks me for wounds and makes sure to press on my bruise.

I roll my eyes as she pokes at me for a reaction but giving her one will only have her seek more.

"Shiera, I need to talk to Aerion for a moment before we head out, could you let Ser Richard know no one is to bother us on your way out?" Danny stands up and it seems she is tired of waiting.

"Huh? Oh, yea sure I can let him know on my way out..." Shiera pouts as if someone stole something from her and kicks her feet at the ground as she hugs her arms to her chest.

Danny narrows her eyes at the girl and gets a huff in response before Shiera walks out of the tent whipping her hair and arms around in frustration. I chuckle watching her throw a fit before the flap to the tent shuts and I feel hands press on my back.

"So, did you have a nice chat with Daemon?" She slides her hands around my sides and up to my chest as she kisses my back.

"Uhhh, yea I did..." She nods her head against my back as her hands curl and digs her nails against my chest.

She slowly slides her 'claws' down my chest doing no real damage but leaving red marks that start to fade. She kisses my back a few more times with her pillowy lips and starts humming as if in thought.

"What did you say?" I shiver as she stands on the tips of her toes and whispers into my ear.

"I just taunted him a little bit." She sets her teeth on my shoulder before lightly biting.

She transitions from biting to leaving a love mark as she lightly sucks at the skin and only stops once a red mark is left on my pale skin. She nods in approval before walking around me forcing herself between me and the table with the bowl of hot water.

"You said something to really get him angry... what was it?" Her fingers draw circles around my defined chest as she looks up with half-lidded eyes.

"Fuck it." I lean in and steal her lips knowing full well we will be late to the celebrations but I can't find it in myself to care.


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Sorry to those who wanted Daemon dead but he needs to kick around a bit longer. There is not a 'big' bad guy in this story and instead, it is more chill so I need him to be around as a plot maker for a bit longer.

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