The Silver Prince

Lannisport, Westerlandds, 10th moon of 276 AC

The Small-folk of Lannisport and Casterly Rock were ecstatic; they had just witnessed the birth of a new legend; they cheered for Ragnar loudly; the men who before the fight were afraid of him because of his frame now showed nothing but respect in their eyes. The nobles who saw him as a barbaric Northman who by chance had a Valyrian armor were reevaluating him. Many considered swordsmanship a noble art. Ragnar didn't feel any different; he had been a legend before. He wanted to leave Lannisport and the Westerlands as quickly as possible; the south was EXTREMELY annoying to Ragnar. He liked to rule, and in this place, he was just some minor lord of a distant land.

Ragnar was walking the streets of Lannisport with Davos by his side. It was almost sunset, and the streets were lively. People walked past Ragnar and saluted him; the inns were packed with people, and so were the brothels.

" Davos, today we drink! For today was the day your Lord became a Legend. Gerion Lannister said there was a tavern where all the Lords meet when in Lannisport."

"My Lord, I suggest you be careful. Now that the Relm knows you have both Valyrian Steel armor and weapon, they will try to get you by any means… including seducing you into taking some lady's maidenhead." Davos replied playfully

"They would have to try it really hard… I've had a drinking game with the God of Wine and drunkenness, and I won… I guess." Ragnar replied

"You jest… right?" Davos asked

"Oh, There's Jorah… and the other lords of the realm." Ragnar pointed out and began to walk away to the tavern. Leaving a stunning Davos behind

" YOU JEST RIGHT??" Davos asked, but it fell on deaf ears. Davos soon followed after Ragnar.

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Every lord who attended the Tourney, except Tywin and The King, was at the Inn. Ser Barristan and Ser Arthur accompanied Prince Rhaegar, who was talking to Jon Connington.

The tavern was huge. It had the Lannister coat of arms on one of the walls, and heads of numerous games on others.

Ragnar saw so many different Lords and Ladies walking and feasting he almost lost his headcount.

"Lord Dovahkiin! It's good to see you here; came to join the realm's lords?" Asked Ser Barristan. He had a genuine smile on his face. As Barristan said that Rhaegar turned to Ragnar, he chose to wait for Ragnar's answer to Barristan's question

"Aye, It is a time to feast; although you southerners lack mead, you make it up with the good food. Unfortunately, I'll have to drink wine…." Ragnar sneered mockingly. "By the way, Davos, can you get me something to drink? Get something for you as well." Ragnar asked Davos, who nodded and went to do his bidding

"I would say our wine is best than mead," Chucked Ser Barristan

"I agree with Ser Barristan, Lord Dovahkiin; by the way, I will need a rematch next tournament. I lost my momentum in the three-way fight," Arthur said, clearly joking.

"You believe what you will, Ser Arthur… even if bothers the concept of sanity." Ragnar laughed

"Lord Dovahkiin, It's a pleasure to meet you. Tell me, how is it that a warrior of your level remained hidden all this time?" said Rhaegar.

" Well, I never liked tournaments. I don't usually fight for sport. And those who fought me didn't live to tell the story." Ragnar replied to the Silver Prince

" What about those who fought beside you? Why haven't they talked about your prowess in fighting?" Asked Rhaegar

" Oh, but they have… You just don't know about it because you Targaryen just turn your attention to the North when you need us to win you some war…not when the Reach charges us twice for the grains on winter… not when those Ironborn scum raids Bear Island… not when the septs call us heathens." Ragnar replied truthfully but kept his tone cheerful, making Rhaegar cringe.

"I must apologize if I made you uncomfortable with my questioning. It's an unfortunate habit of mine," Rhaegar said, his face having an apologetic expression.

" It's all right; you're the Crown Prince. It's your right and duty to question your subjects if you feel they are not doing the good for the realm. As it is mine to defend my honor." Ragnar said; Rhaegar nodded

"Drink with me, Silver Prince. You can ask what you want, and I shall answer to the best of my abilities," Ragnar said as Davos handed him a wine mug. Rhaegar nodded and made a sign to Arthur, who nodded and went to get some wine for Rhaegar.

"Tell me, my lord, how did you come to possess a Valyrian Steel armor? Have you ventured into Valyria? Is that why you have a Dragon as House's sigil?" Rhaegar asked, and the WHOLE tavern went silent.

"Finally, someone who doesn't speak in riddles or hidden lines in this forsaken south… to answer your first question… I forged it myself. The reason why my house's sigil is a Dragon? By the right of blood, of course." Ragnar answered. Rhaegar's eyes widened comically. A man capable of forgiving Valyrian Steel was invaluable. It could change Westeros forever. This fact completely overshadowed Ragnar's comment about the right of blood.

" You can forge Valyrian Steel?" Ser Barristan asked, shocked

"Yes, I'm a man of many talents… forging just happens to be one of them," Ragnar answered as he sipped his Wine.

"Incredible," replied Ser Arthur

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A/N: Hey guys. Sorry for this short chapter. I worked till 7 pm today. I had no time to write.

Thank you and once again sorry