Greatest Tourney in History

The tourney will start on the morrow, Torrhen decided to explore the library of Harrenhal. More knowledge from the castle made from almost 300 years after Aegon's Conquest.

He strode to the black hall of Harrenhal, spotting Lords and Ladies striking conversation with each other, venom in their minds. Southern games.

He tried to enter inside the Library, but on the doorway, a Kingsguard is standing by the door. He recognized him from the stare off earlier, Arthur Dayne. The Kingsguard blocked his path, "You cannot enter, the crown prince cannot be bothered."

Torrhen's brown eyes stared at the dangerous violet, "And what time does the crown prince be finished? After reading all books in the room?"

"The prince cannot be bothered." Arthur Dayne said, putting his hands against at his sword's pommel.

Torrhen was about to challenge the swordsman when the prince came out of the room. "I did not find what I'm looking for. Let us return, my friend." He didn't bother to look or greet Torrhen. The latter also didn't greet the prince; he just entered the unguarded room.

The library was a dreary and cold, like the North, but it does contain old tomes and scrolls. On the table, scattered tomes is seen. Torrhen wondered what the prince was reading in the first place. 'Aegon and his sister-wives', 'Dragon's three heads', or 'The prince that was promise'.

Torrhen only had two words to describe this, ancient prophecy. Why would the prince read about it? A hobby? He shook his head and read what he can until night, Lord Whent hosted a great supper after all his guest have arrived.

Torrhen met with Robert, "At a time like this, all you want to do is ride in the night, where dangerous animals lurks in the shadow to kill."

Robert drank the whole cup, "Aye, the night's ruin when people want to make connections. Damn, venomous people."

Torrhen laughed, "Come, let's find our quiet wolf."

What we did not expect was, Ned was dancing with Ashara Dayne on the floor. Torrhen was the most surprise of all, how did the quiet Ned able to catch a dance with a beauty?

Robert laughed at the sideline, looking at the surrounding, as if finding someone. "Ned's siblings are here. Let's go greet them." Torrhen nodded.

The Northmen party with sigil of the gray wolf on the table, Lyanna and Benjen Stark are obviously bored of their lives. Robert came forward, about to greet his betroth, but Lyanna suddenly stood yp and left. This left Robert stunned, and confused.

Torrhen awkwardly greeted Benjen, "Lord Stark, a great evening, I hope?"

"To be honest, Lord Karstark, I do not have any body to talk to." Benjen scratch his head. Torrhen gave a small smile and dragged the sulking Robert at the table. "Come, Robert. You'll have all the time in the world to court your beloved."

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Torrhen walk in the night sky, climbing the stair of the tallest tower in the castle. He could not help but hear a sulk in the corner. He found scattered blue winter roses and a She-wolf on the edge of the balcony.

Torrhen walked quietly, thinking if he should console his friend's beloved. Should someone see them; a scandal will spread, and the worse situation will be Robert being angry with him. He contemplated but decided to stan in the corner to talk to her.

"A beautiful evening, but you're not happy. Is my friend not into your satisfaction?" Torrhen looked at the vast forest on high view, appreciating the wonders, the clean air and fresh perspective.

Lyanna stopped and quickly poised herself, asking, "Why are you here? And who are you?" She raised an eyebrow.

"To enjoy the high view in the tallest tower, my Lady." Torrhen replied, calmly leaned on the balcony.

Lyanna was silent and said moments later, "I'm not a Lady. I never wanted to be, but now, my father sold me like a breeding mare. What worse is that he betroths me to a brute that can't even control between his legs."

Torrhen had no arguement with that, he knows Robert. Even when him and Ned tried to stop him, he did not. "You're right. Robert is like that, I could argue that he might change after you're marriage, but at the same time, he might not. He might leave your bed and dishonor you every night."

He continued, "But we'll never know if you never tried. Life isn't perfect, but if you have another choice, you can take it." Lyanna contemplated, silently eyes focused at the view.

She finally said, "I could escape to the Free Cities, pretend to be a man. That's easy, doesn't shit or pisses when people is around." Torrhen laughed at that, dinging the idea fascinating.

He said, "I think it's a wonderful idea. Though, Robert won't be happy, it's your choice in the end. I'll meet you at the tourney on the morrow." Lyanna finally smiled and nodded.

Torrhen left and continued his way upwards in the tower.

This time, another sound was heard, a moan and grunts. Well, someone was having their time of their lives f*cking at the top of the tower. He made a careless mistake by bumping on small stones. This sound had effectively stopped the sound, the person opened the door.

A gold blonde, green-eyed young man was in sight, along with another blonde, green-eyed woman at the bed. Torrhen recognized them, Jaime and Cersei Lannister. The twin siblings.

Jaime glared, along with Cersei, while Torrhen made a disgusted face. "Greatest tourney in the History, indeed. House Lannister had taken to incest in making their blood pure as the Royal family."

Jaime looked ready to pounce, like the lion he is. Torrhen tilted his head, "A great scandal of the great Lannisters. This is treasure." He laughed, but inside, he was feeling the disgust creeping in his chest. It was bad enough a family doing the practice, but this is... a new level of disgusting.

"You shouldn't have seen it, now, you'll have to keep the secret to your grave." Jaime lunged on Torrhen, trying to push hin in the stairs, but Torrhen dodged, smacking him on the shin. This attack can send jolts of vibration to his brain, knocking him unconscious.

"Jamie!" Cersie shouted, running to his brother. She then glared at Torrhen, "You'll pay for this! A Lannister always pays his debts."

Torrhen returned the glare, "Then, tell me when it's due." He then left the incestuous twins.

"Weep o'er your hall, the rains of Castemere." Torrhen echoed.

A,N: I have already finished the draft on the Rebellion volume, now I only have to fill them up. Next chapter: "The Knight of the Laughing Tree."