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  Pessoa Thrid POV

  Westeros, 295 AC.

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  It didn't take long for the petitors to finally emerge from each side of the tour, while Loras had already exged his noble clothes for a pte armor made by the best bcksmiths of Westeros.

  He entered, boasting with a firm posture as he rode out on his horse, dispying the Tyrell sigil on his chest and shield, appearing in front of the entire crowd that immediately cheered for him.

  The dies seemed to go wild, as Loras was very galnt with good status, bined with not beihed yet, where single women saw a great opportunity.

  "Let's start the first round!!" The herald excimed again, while the judges also prepared to start and evaluate.

  "Jousting seems s pared to the horse rag games in Artica's arena..." Arya murmured, not finding much fun in a game where people hit each other with nces.

  "Each kingdom has its own games and culture, Arya, you should know that." Seryna said.

  "She will learn that over the few years, after all, we will be traveli." Jon said, revealing a bit of his pns.

  "To the east? Like Meereen?" She asked, surprised.

  "Farther east, I'm talking about the Jade Sea and Yi-Ti." Jon smiled.

  "Really, we're going to travel that far...?! You told me that few have achieved that feat and one of them is Corlys Veryon, known as the Sea Snake." She said excitedly.

  "I see you still remember my history lessons, but we'll talk about that ter, first let's pay attention to the tour in front of us..." Jon requested and Arya plied while the first joust was about to begin with the knights calmly walking through the stands.

  Loras stopped in front of the Tyrell stands and asked the favor of her than his own sister, a smart move, as it would not give any opportunity to single dies, which seemed that Loras did not like women very much. Besides, this would greatly enhance Margaery's status as well.

  After receiving the favor, which Margaery gave with pleasure and cheered for her brother, his oppo, Wuter, took the favor of another dy and they began to prepare, each standing at one end.

  Jon watched as Loras and Wuter positiohemselves on their horses, each holding their first nces above their shoulders, ready for the first joust of the tour. Both horses moved, unfortable with the situation, but still obeying their riders.

  The trumpets sounded, signaling the start of the joust. Loras finally lowered his visor, adjusted his position in the saddle, ahe nce firmly. Wuter did the same, his eyes focused on his oppo.

  "Let the first battle begin!" The judge announced, and in the blink of an eye, both knights charged, their horses galloping with ford determination towards each other.

  They quickly ran towards each other as the sound echoed across the ground, meeting in the middle of the field. The sound of nces g against shields echoed through the arena.

  The crowd immediately screamed iement while the dies sighed, with Loras losing a bit of ban his saddle, seeming that Ser Wuter had taken some advantage over him. Loras was slightly suspended, but in the moment, he firmly remounted and reached the end, before meeting a squire, who handed him a new nce, as his had cracked.

  They took their nces and once again ran towards the ter in unison, the advance tinued until they cshed against each other once more. But this time, Loras not only avoided the previous situation but mao bypass Ser Wuter's shield, hitting his chest, while his pte dented, and he was forced to move against the advah the nce, uo even nd a hit on Loras.

  "Ser Wuter has fallen!" The herald shouted as the crowd exploded into appuse and cheers of enthusiasm, celebrating Loras' victory. Loras demonstrated why he was Renly's champion. His Wuter with such force that he fell heavily to the ground and stayed there for a while until he started to leave the field.

  Loras still funted a bit to the crowd before starting to leave, meeting a squire. "The first fight is over... Now we'll be watg 62 more matches before seeing Jon..." Seryna ented.

  "Watg me dirt all day, what more could I ask for..." Jon said with an ironie.

  "Why do you have to be the st, you beat ahere." Arya pined once again, not wanting to watch this all day. After all, she wasn't like those southern dies who screamed desperately for attention from some knight.

  "I think I might find someone very strong in my turn..." Jon murmured with a slight smile.

  "I highly doubt it." Arya said, and then the judge called. "Number 3 and number 4!" he excimed, and the knights, already knowing their numbers, began to leave the ers of the field while taking some favor from their dy as the previous knights did and began once again with the judge's shout. This joust sted four rounds before number 4 knocked down the opposing knight. They even annouheir names, but Jon was not very ed about that.

  The fights tinued as time began to pass shortly after. Jon still kept an eye oches, responding to some people who addressed him, while watg another knight fall to the ground.

  It didn't take long for another knight to fall to the ground in the round. "Arctig, your boredom is visible from miles away, how about a bet like in the archery game?" Renly decided to speak to Jon from the other podium.

  "Another bet? What do you propose?" Jon asked, a bit curious.

  "What else? How about this, I bet that the knight of House Ball will win this round." Renly challenged him with a smile, and Jon nodded.

  "Very well, 500 gold dragons and I believe he will not defeat Ser Flowers. This round will be a draw," Jon said. He didn't know the man's name, but he knew he had the bastard name.

  "I wouldn't say that, the oppo of the man I'm betting on seems pretty weak." Renly said, and many ughed at that.

  "You are right... but there are other factors that may interfere with my judgment..." Jon ented.

  He could see that the bastard knight was quite defit in his skills, but Jon could see that his horse was better than the oppo's and pensated for that. It's not like Jon had a 100% ce of getting this right, but it was a bet, so he believed ihings that had the highest ce of happening.

  Both knights crossed each other, striking one another, with her of them falling. Jon turned back to Renly, who did not seem affected by losing. "It seems I've won, prince of Westeros." Jon said.

  "Yes, but I still recover that by the end of the day." He said fidently.

  Jon could hear more challenges ing from the prince as he kept nodding, enjoying the tour better while winning most of the time. Besides seeing the knights' skills, he could see the dition of the animal they were riding, but he still couldn't get them all right, as there were still many factors he had no trol over.

  The hours tio pass with Joing things his men brought, the Artis seemed bored watg unknown knights, with the dwarves pining, in trast with the rest of the on folk who seemed even more excited about this game than the archery championship.

  The fights tinued until all the games had passed, and finally, it was Jon's turn with someoill didn't know. "This game is before me, it's time for me to prepare." Jon warned as he got up for the game.

  "Finally, we'll see a kier a joust... I hope to see a great spectacle." Renly announced while everyone looked at Jon.

  "Good luck, Jon." Seryna said.

  "Go on, Jon!" Arya cheered as he left with a guard ao the area where the horses were taken care of, where some Artis were taking care of his animal as he approached.

  "Hello... Panis." Jon said calmly while some people nearby, especially other squires taking care of their animals, looked at him. Jon touched the horse.

  Panis neighed, this animal had been with him for years, it was his first horse, the same ohat saved him at the Icehill farm, the ohat kicked the bandit Jon was about to die from when he was o namedays old and had apanied him sihen to Artica. Jon had sidered him his main horse ever since.

  "My king, your armor is ready." The soldier came with the eldeal armor.

  "That's good, help me put it on." Jon requested.

  "!" The horse made another sound, but Jon smiled.

  "Sorry, my friend, we 't put armor on you, it's against the rules of this petition, but we will still win them all." Jon said and began to put on the armor quickly with his men.

  When he was finished, with Panis now having a proper saddle, he mounted him, toug him calmly. "Let's go, buddy, let's prepare for the fight..." Jon said, waiting for the st round of the current mattil one of them fell. Jon's horse seemed quite excited, pawing the ground with one of its front hooves.

  "The fight seems to be over..." Jon heard the herald shout a winner while he waited a bit longer. "Now we have our two final didates in this first elimination round, and it's her than the King of Artica himself, who bet against Prince Renly to win his nds or lose his sword. Now let's see a bit of the man who entered such a gra, Jon Artica!" He shouted as some men asked Jon to enter. Not that he didn't already know this was the moment, but he theered the field galloping while the croeared in front of him.

  "What a beautiful armor!"

  "So that's the King of Artica?!"

  "He certainly knows how to dress like one."

  People were immediately surprised by Jon's armor as he walked calmly through the pce, his armor shining and refleg the sunlight, a refle that represented Artid its king. His figure was even more mesmerizing than anyone who had ever entered here. His metal ptes with Eldeal were white and blue, like the Arti fg, dispying his master bcksmith work, which he had fed himself. An idea came to everyone: after all, whoever knocked Jon off his horse could win the armor or demand a ransom as a tour rule. No ohought he would use su expeem here, but many knights were eyeing it with greed.

  He tinued walking through the field while the excmations stopped just to look at him with admiration. He passed by the main podiums ao the sky.

  "My dy, may I have the honor of using your favor in this fight?" Jon teased Seryna, who patiently walked to the edge of the pce, and when Jon pointed his her, she pced a small garnd of Arti flowers.

  "Win this fight for me, my knight..." She decided to join in the game.

  He just nodded and tio walk with her favor, but looked fused at the judge, who had not yet announced his oppo, until a servant ran to him and whispered something.

  Jon didn't notice how Lord Tarly in one of the stands was frowning at this. Joo the edge of the pce where he had e from and waited, with only him in the field and people starting to murmur why his oppo had not yet participated.

  "Has the Arctig already scared his oppo?" Renly ented, looking at the Artis.

  "Probably..." They mocked.

  Then the judge, after hearing from the servant who had spoken earlier, announced again. "Now, the oppo of this man, the Knight of the Cartwheel!!" He announced, leaving everyounned, as a man mounted on a horse that could barely bear his weight approached.

  This unknown knight was a bit too fat, while people who were stunned by his name soon saw a funny se and in the moment began to burst into ughter.

  "What is this?!"

  "Where did this guy e from..."

  "Someo him off the horse, poor animal!"

  "Look, now I get the his was supposed to be a between knights, who called the jester!"

  Excmations from nobles and oners alike were soon heard all over the pce, while Lord Tarly's face grew darker in one of the stands.

  "A thousand gold s that Jon Artica will knock him down in the first round!" Renly shouted, but no one seemed to bet against it, as it was evident that the ces of winning the bet were very low.

  The knight iion seemed t while everyone ughed at him, w what he was doing there. But Jon looked at it with a raised eyebrow. "Samwell?! What is he doing here..." Jon murmured softly, seeing the fat man and reizing him. It was evident that he didn't want to be there.

  'Maybe his father forced him... he eve out the family o avoid humiliation...' Jon thought, but still didn't uand why he chose that name.

  But Sam hadn't chosen that name; after all, he had stuttered his name, and the servant who heard it mocked him and made up a name befoing to the judge. Samwell looked terrified, and when he saw Jon oher side, his fear increased even more, knowing he was fag a king.

  It was evident he would lose, but he was there because his father forced him, and he would at least have to run towards the knight, expeg to fall a out of there, probably with a big sermon from his father ter, saying he was a disgrad it would have beeer if someone like him had never been born a Tarly.

  "Begin!!!" the judge shouted, but Jon didn't move while Samwell still looked without knowing what to do...

  "..." Jon looked at him and didn't know what to say. The boy was scared, and Jon liked him; at least he was one of the few sincere people here who didn't try to gain favors through friendship. Knowing his story, he could even put himself in his pce.

  'Let's help him a bit then...' Jon murmured internally and prepared with his nce pointed forward.

  "e on! Start it."

  "Make the fat oart!!"

  People shouted impatiently as they saw Samwell trembling with fear in his saddle, not knowing who he was with his visor down, as his father had ensured he wouldn't be reized.

  What no one expected was that in the moment, the cartwheel knight's horse looked at Jon, and its eyes seemed to ge after blinking o simply exploded the ground below it with its hooves, advang at full speed towards Jon, who did the same.

  "AHHHHH!!" Samwell was terrified, holding his shield on one side and his n the other, almost jumping off the horse as he couldn't keep steady. Even his shield oorly positioned while his nce was still pointed upwards, trying to stop the horse, but it was impossible for him.

  "STOP STOP STOP!!" Samwell shouted, looking clumsy in the saddle, elig numerous ughs from the audience. His eyes widened when he saw Jon charging at full speed with his horse, pointing his Samwell in a hostile manner, striking his shield as soon as he hit him.

  Jon did this on purpose, and although Samwell nearly lost his bance, he quickly regained his posure as his horse calmed down. Jon tinued forward until reag the other side to grab aniant white nce.

  Samwell was dazed, not believing he had survived the first round, watg Jon prepare again oher side.

  "He really knows how to ride..." Renly ented, a bit surprised by Jon's skills, but then came a disappoi. "But he couldn't knock this man down in the first round... could the Arctig have overestimated himself..." he ented.

  "Of course, he could never beat me, and I'll still take his armor..." Loras said beside him, while Olenna looked at her grandson, shaking her head.

  "He knows how to use the nce, but who is the other fat knight? I don't remember another knight in this dition." Garn ented.

  "I don't know... but you know many knights appear iours with unknown names; some aren't even knights..." Wils ented, but his gaze fell on Jon oher side. "That horse... I've never seen anything like it..." he ented with admiration.

  "Jon didn't win the first time..." Arya said, grumpily.

  "You're too impatient, wait and enjoy Jon's show." Seryna said, reizing that Jon had used his Warg abilities on the oppo's horse.

  Suddenly, once again, the cartwheel knight's horse exploded without warning while Samwell tried to stay on it. Jon did the same, and Samwell couldn't point the nce, even dropping it, uo hold on with the horse in that state.

  Jon once again struck his shield purposely in a way that didn't injure or knock the fat man down. The audience sighed and were surprised that despite being fat, the man mao ride his horse well, even if he wasn't directly trolling it and almost fell several times.

  This tinued for a while, as Samwell grabbed another nd they jousted. In the seventh round, while his horse tinued advang without his trol, he pointed his Jon, who used his shield to defend easily.

  They tinued like this until the st matches, and Jon didn't eveo knock him down, as he won by points. "Victory, King of Artica!" the herald shouted, and although people cpped, there was no lohe enthusiasm from before. Even with Jon looking more splendid than any other knight, he spent ire rounds just breaking shields while the man only tried to stay on the horse. It was disappointing to say the least for them, but Jon didn't care, as he had no obligation to please them.

  "Thank you..." Samwell said softly. His father didn't seem as disappointed as he had imagined in his seat with his family.

  "It was a good fight to start with, thank you, Samwell..." Jon said and withdrew, with Samwell looking at him, stunned, as Jon had reized him.

  As Journed, he felt his horse move restlessly while making an unsatisfied sound. "You know we didn't have a spectacur victory?" Jon scolded while the animal, as always, seemed very intelligent.

  Jouro his men and they took care of Panis. Jouro his podium still in armor and waited for his turn, which would be halfway through the initial didates, with 32 matches.

  The fights tinued again with Loras and another man who had defeated his previous oppo, while Arya seemed to pin about Jon, but he didn't care and waited for his turn until it finally came again.

  Jon donned his armor a with Panis, going to Seryna and taking her favain for luck. As he walked, the knight passed by him and approached.

  "You know that if I win, I have the right to take that armht? And I won't accept your ransom gold, bastard." The man said, and Jon looked at him with a dangerous expression while his horse unbanced him a bit, afraid of Jon.

  "..." Jon said nothing as he went to his spot to wait for the signal. As soon as they were ready, the judge shouted.

  "Are we going to have to wait another nine rounds?" a noble shouted while hed, with Arya angry in her seat while Seryna tried to calm her and watched Jon approag the oppo in the ter.

  If anyone expected nine rounds, they were wrong, because Jon wasted no time. He struck the man, breaking his shield with his superhuman strength and throwing him backward with his armor crushed without mercy.

  No round so far had anyone knog down the oppo like that, filling the pce with excitement in the moment as the man fell, screaming and beginning to moan in pain as Jon crushed him so mu his armor that he dented and broke some ribs.

  "Take this man's armor ter, there will be iation, and I io make a scarecrow out of it in front of our camp." Jon said to his men there, who nodded, watg the man being carried on a wooden stretcher to a medic.

  "Well... that was surprising, take this..." Renly said, tossing a bag of gold dragons to the side.

  A small hand grabbed those s, with Arya smiling with that acquired gold. "Thank you, Prince Renly, it's always a pleasure to win against you." Arya said with a mischievous smile while betting on Jon.

  The tour tio another phase with 16 matches and 32 knights. It was already te iernoon when Jon was called once again to pete i match of the day. He appeared again with his Eldeal armor, fag an unknown knight, but he was very polite and respectful. Jon tihis joust until the fifth nce, knog him down in the end carefully not to hurt him severely with the fall.

  After all, these jousts were quite dangerous. Besides Jon breaking a man's arm and several ribs, many other men had broken limbs, and one even died in a match with a nce pierg his hrough an opening in his armor.

  "Finally, we clude this glorious day, but tomorroill have the final, with Jon Artid Renly Baratheon tinuing their bets without anyone losing today. Who will win tomorrow?!" the herald announced, gaining the crowd's anticipation as people, both oners and nobles, ented.

  Despite Jon knog a man down with one blow and injuring him severely, they still didn't see him as a favorite. After all, he took nine rounds in one fight and five in aniving the impression that he was lucky and his skills were mediocre.

  Jon joined his group and they began to leave shortly after, heading to the camp and then to the bahat night.

  Ra here:

  I had to look up the name Panis at the beginning of the chapters because I couldn't remember it anymore. I found it in chapter 11...

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