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  Pessoa Thrid POV

  Westeros, 295 AC.

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  "Are we ready?" Jon looked at his group, who were prepared to head out again for the tour.

  Seeing them nod, Johem straight to the tour, whilike the st time, had its structure ged for the joust that would take pce that day. The bleachers were much rger so that all the nobles could have a good view, with exclusive podiums for the great families and Prince Renly.

  The oners and bards had to tend with a much more horizontal view, left to crowd on the ground while some climbed nearby trees if they weren't caught by the guards, due to the security for the nearby nobles.

  "Jon! I want to see you knock everyone down from the start in all the matches!" Arya excimed o Jon.

  "I could maybe do that, but I don't pn to make it that easy. After all, I want to give a bit of excitement to the audience." Jon said to his sister with a smile.

  "Did you really bring that horse?" She asked again.

  "Yes, didn't you see?" He raised an eyebrow.

  "I didn't know, I was only told about it today." Arya admitted.

  "Yes, I asked the fleet t him here, after all, I need one of him, and this is my most important horse of all." Jon said.

  "That's pretty obvious, you wao participate with your wolf..." Seryna couldn't help but ugh at that.

  "You know I'd even try, but I know it wouldn't be possible, so this past week I made sure to prepare another mount." Jon spoke.

  "You... they might evee a song about you again." Arya suggested with a mischievous smile.

  "Seems like the Lady of the Bow wants a song about Jon?" Seryna asked Arya while the others listening to that smiled.

  In the past week, not only did Eldric have his own song, but the bards created a song about the 11-year-old girl winning fourth pce, something that even surpassed Eldric as everyone wanted more of the song about Arya Stark.

  The song wasn't the only thing that ged this week, while Jon tinued visiting the Tyrells' castle and even attending a few more bas, Wils seemed to start c Arya.

  They seemed to see an impressive pair with Arya, but the girl remained quite distant from them, maintaining only respect but leaving no opening while staying oblivious to the courtship that wasn't limited to just the Tyrell heir.

  "You know I'm famous among the southerners." Arya spoke with some arrogance, smiling, happy to have a song earned by her own skills.

  "Let our father hear that in the halls of Winterfell..." Jon ented calmly.

  "Bran will be jealous..." She said immediately, and a silent atmosphere took over them the moment.

  "..." Jon and Arya couldn't help but think of their younger brother at that moment. Hoping they could meet again someday, but Jon more than Arya, as he didn't seem to be very well accepted in the North, not without getting into a fli those nds due to some petty nobles.

  Putting that aside, Jon tihe path with the group, and they finally began to hear the otion of the tour as they approached it, with the giants doing a good job of clearing the way through the crowd aering the pce, while Jon had an exclusive podium for his family.

  He tio have a lot of tact with the Tyrell family, and this had improved their retions, despite Arya being discreetly courted by the family's heir. Jon and Wils had something in on, which was animals, and Joiated many horses over the week with the nobles of the Reach along with the Tyrell family, hearing many reendations from Wils. He could even see if an animal was good enough for him, but the problem was reag those animals, and Wils served very well for that tact.

  Garn was his stant training partner in the yard. Despite not having as good a partnership as he had with Wils, they got along very well, training, and Jon even instructed Garn a few times after the tter had to admit that Jon was the stro swordsman he had ever met in his life.

  Margaery was a bit strange for Jon; she treated him with respect, but sometimes she looked at him so ily that he wondered if she wao take him to bed a few times. His wife knew better, but Jon didn't insist on this and ig, maintaining only respect for her status. He thought she was one of the most beautiful women, he had to admit, but he didn't like her personality much. He believed she was greedier than he would like one of his wives to be.

  Mace Tyrell was a very distant man. Although he was often very surprised by many things Jon did, they rarely addressed each other in their few meetings. Jo some disdain from him for Jon's status, but at the same time, he saw him as quite fused.

  His wife, Alerie Tyrell, was a calmer person. She addressed Jon with respect like her children and liked and treated Seryna very well, always wanting to see the perfumes from the North and talk about many things.

  Olenna, oher hand, was a more difficult woman to deal with in this pce, always keeping a sarcastie but, at the same time, always them like a hawk. Jon sidered her a schemer. She hadn't talked to Jon alo, but that hadn't happened yet; not that it ged the fact that she would do so after the tour. Jon was just waiting for the invitation from the woman who rayrell family to have tea in her gardens alone.

  Ieros, there was a silent game, a game of power called the game of thrones. Jon cssified the pyers into two types: the schemers, who were the people moving the pieces behind the curtain to gain or maintain their power, and Olenna was one of them. He saw many of them also in the king's cil. Jon personally had no love for such people and would elimihem if it wouldn't cause a major diplomati, so he had to wait until a war arose where he could have that excuse.

  Besides the schemers, there were the "Pieces," whom the schemers moved almost like puppets. Margaery iece of the Tyrell family, as an example, sih her being queen, which was the Tyrell's i since her creation, she would pce her blood in the royal lineage and increase the family's status. After all, even the great houses had problems in their realms, and people of a lower rank were always waiting for their guard to drop to overthrow them and take their status.

  Jon could say that families like the Tarlys would take power from the Tyrells if they could in a moment of weakness. One way the Tyrells prevehis was by f the Tyrell, Redwyne, and Hightower alliance. After all, they had importaives trated in Highgarden, with Olenna herself ing from the Redwynes and the mother of Wils, Garn, Margaery, and Loras being a Hightower.

  But this alliance didn't seem enough for them. Olenna was too ambitious to keep power only in her realm; she wanted more and even to take the power of the throne... Jon wouldn't doubt if she wao be like the Baratheons themselves, even ging the stag symbol in Red Keep to keep the flower symbol, and Olenna would certainly do everything in her power for that.

  Speaking of the Baratheons, Jon didn't have a bad experieh Renly. The man was often a bit stupid and annoying, always smiling, but he still treated Jon with respect. Evealking nonsense, Jon still maintained patiend tolerated his exaggerations.

  Loras, who was his guard all the time, kept a certain distance from Joe hearing that he had once been an avid fan of the song and bald, little Jon, he seemed reserved and even disliked Jon's presence, almost as if he were jealous. Not that Jon could do anything about it, so he just ignored him the whole time.

  And the st man who stood out this week was Boros again. The idiot hadn't learned from his st mistake and tried to provoke them again. Jon lost his patience when he heard him call Seryna a wild prostitute. He returo the maester shortly after, seemingly showing that when Tormu him, it was just a sp on the fapared to what Jon did to him.

  Since Jon attacked him without anyone being able to stop him afterward, he broke the man's jaw, fractured the bones on the right side of his face, and knocked out half of his teeth. His nose, already broken by Tormund, worsened even more, and he was in critical dition, in a a with the risk of permaly losing vision in one eye.

  Of course, this shocked everyone. Jon had only used his fists to destroy the man ihan a minute, unleashing his true superhuman strength after years of taking his potions. He didn't evehe royal guards ad did it on his own, giving the only order that prevented anyone from approag.

  This was not taken lightly, and before anyone could protest, Jon challenged ao test his aggression. No one said anything after Renly had seehing and sided with Jon. After all, he had asked Boros not to approach them anymore, and the man, being a royal guard or not, acted against his orders.

  In the end, Jon was seen as someone defending his wife's honor, and this matter ended up being favorable for Jon i few days. Some nobles even cheered for him in the end, and many dies seemed to want Jon to ask for their favor in the joust, but that was out of iation.

  Returning to the present, Jon and his group were surprisingly appuded by other nobles as they ehe arena and headed to the pce reserved for him. Besides the horses he wao buy, he iated his products through the Tyrells and ended up meeting many people. After all, they were a good way to gain information about the kingdom aeros, as Jon discovered the Tyrells' alliances and ambitions through these nobles, eg all the dots.

  With his sister and wife sitting in the mais with him on the covered podium, he greeted the other podiums and sat, waiting for the most anticipated tour of all.

  The ried to funt their wealth as much as they could to assert their status, and the dies wore the best dresses and adorhemselves for an internal petition among the women. Even Arya seemed to pete in this while she spent more time fixing her hair than usual and wore her best dress.

  Uhe archery test where even oners could enter by paying a fee, the joust was more elitist. Only knights could pete, with the vast majority being sons of here were exceptions, such as bastards and even oners who mao bee squires of some lesser knight by some luck, but it was quite rare.

  Of course, Jon was not a knight, but even so, he would participate iour as one of the most important didates. After all, he wagered his Valyrian steel sword with Prince Renly, who wagered nds iormnds.

  The northern meled agaio the podium while the giants kept everyone away, with the dwarfs making loud noises and drinking.

  Some northern members went to the podium and brought drinks and food for Jon and his most important members. Of course, he didn't drink, so he waited for the touro start, which didn't take long. It was early in the m, and it would be a tourhat would st two days, with Jon participating only when called. His clothes and horses were already waiting for him in the pce where the knights and their squires took care of the preparations.

  With that, the herald emerged in the middle of the field, the same one who narrated the archery petition, and presented himself to the audience, filling the pce with his voice while everything fell silent to hear the man.

  "Ladies alemen, nobles and oners, wele to the grand jousting tour in honor of my lord, Mace Tyrell's birthday!" the herald's voice echoed through the arena, capturing everyone's attention. "And with that, we will have the honor of witnessing the bravery and skill of the most fearless knights of Westeros!" he excimed, glorifying the petition.

  The crouded enthusiastically in the moment, the oners being the most excited about it, and the herald tinued: "We have a total of one hundred and twe knights peting in this tour. They have been divided into pairs, and each pair will pete in a series of elimination jousts with judges marking points to decide the winner wheher falls. The more shields destroyed, the more points will be ted." He began announg the rules.

  The herald paused to let the spectators absorb the information. "The rules are simple: each joust sists of three rounds today, where the knights will try to knock their oppo off their horse with their nces. Whoever knocks their oppo down will win and advao the round immediately. Those who do not knock their oppos to the ground will be judged by the points I mentioned earlier." He said.

  "Jon, don't trust these judges... win all before the st round." Arya immediately requested, not trusting the southerners, and Jon smiled at her.

  "I feel offended by this, Arya. Do you believe I will need judges?" Jon said, opening a smile.

  The herald looked around, ensuring everyone aying attention. "The knights who win their battles will advao the rounds in this style. Out of the 128 knights, 64 will participate in the sed round, and the winners will be pced i round of the day, with 32 champions!" He said and tinued.

  "After the st round ends, only 16 knights, champions, will be accimed tonight when the ba is held for the nobility. As soon as the day starts tomorrow, which will be the sed day when we will decide our true champion, they will pete among themselves. Out of the 16, only 8 will remain. From 8, 4 will go to the semifinals, and after they pete, we will have only 2 knights vying for the title of champion!"

  As he finished expining how the petition would proceed, the crowd was ecstatic, murmuring and entiedly about the first battles and who would be the true winner of this tour. "Besides the honor and glory, we have aing test between two people in this pce. One of them is lorious prind the king's brother, Prince Renly Baratheon! Oher side, we have our special guest, King of a kingdom to the north of Westeros, King Jon Artica!" He excimed, not letting the crowd of oners cp yet, not knowing what the petition was about or even reminding the nobles who had heard about it over a week ago.

  "In this petition, we have a very valuable bet betweewo monarchies. On one side, Prince Renly Baratheon will ehe petition with his champion, Loras Tyrell!" He announced with people g immediately, as Loras was the favorite of many. "Oher side, the King of the North himself will fight in person. If he is as skilled in riding as his archer is in shooting, we may see a great petitioweewo!" He spoke as more appuse arose with excitement, although Jon had fewer people cheering for him pared to Loras.

  "Now you must be w what is so important about this bet, so let me tell you..." He said in a clearer and more animated tone. "Prince Renly made a bet with the Northern Monarch. If Prince Renly loses to Jon Artica, he will give rge amounts of nd iormnds for Jon to use as a trading post." He spoke while everyone who didn't know this was immensely shocked, but not as much as what was to e.

  "But if Prince Renly's champion, Loras, wins, Renly will gain the legendary Valyrian steel sword, Darksister!" He announced, and everyone excimed even more. Westeros treated a Valyrian steel sword with more importahan nds in a kingdom across the ti.

  Renly stood up from his seat and waved to the crowd, which responded with enthusiastic appuse. Jon did not stand up; he just nodded his head to everyone looking at him and g, as the petition had again reached a higher level for those unaware of the bet.

  "Let all the knights prepare their nces and mounts! May ce, skill, and honor prevail in this grand jousting tour!" The herald cluded, leaving the ter of the arena as the trumpets sounded again, signaling the start of the petitions.

  A group of servants approached the ter with a rge crate and pced it in the middle of the field. A judge approached the crowd. "Noill see the sequence of knights that our petitors will face. Please, bring your squires so they pick their numbers. Bring the name of your knight, and we will get the registration list." He spoke and waited froup of youo e forward to see the numbers of their knights.

  " I get the number for you, my king?" a royal knight asked beside Jon, but Jon shook his head.

  "Don't worry too much about it... after all, they have already chosen my number and Loras'..." Jon already khat they had pced the two names on opposite sides on their own, as they seemed to believe Jon had a good ce of reag the finals and peting with Loras, which was a surprise to him, but he just smiled.

  "What is your hen...?" Arya asked beside him.

  "Loras has number 1, and I have... 128." He answered, not g much, as his fiden this model was unshakable, especially with that horse.

  After a while, everyone had picked a number, and Jon had an oppo among them, who was number 127. But he didn't know who it was yet.

  As soon as the crate was removed from the middle of the pd it was ay again, the herald came out once more for everyone. "Noill begin today's joust. Our first petitor is her than Prince Renly's champion, Ser Loras Tyrell!!" He excimed while the crowd filled with loud appuse.

  "His oppo is Ser Wuter from the south of the Reach!" He announced, an unknown knight to Jon, while the appuse was much weaker than for the first annou. Loras left the podium ao prepare the moment.

  "With these two petitors, we officially begiour!!" The herald announced once more as he waited for the first two knights to prepare for the first joust.

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