Chapter 13

"Allan.. of house Curran."

"Lords and lady Stark."

"..."

"Baratheon."

"... Robert, did you just address yourself?"

"..."

"... I was the only one left!" Said the oaf to Ned with a cloth soaked in ale pressed against his swollen face.

"And, I'm not a lady!"

I sighed and said, "If you're not a lady, then, I'm not a man and the Wall is made of frozen mead."

"..."

"Don't ignore me, you peasant!" Robert roared and then hissed from the pain in his jaw.

Brandon, finally having had enough with the shenanigans of the 'kids', cleared his throat and said to me, "You have proven once again that you are a great warrior. Despite of all the words said by lord Baratheon, you held back. You could have easily killed him and any other lord. Even against Gregor Clegane, your sword stopped the moment he accepted his defeat. This shows that you have patience, control and incredible presence of mind. I sent a raven to my lord father the day you made your request and I have recieved his answer today."

I nodded and waited patiently for him to continue.

"My lord father says he is indebted to you for saving his daughter's life. You have proven yourself to be a great warrior, winning the melee against some of the greatest swordsmen on Westeros. A feat in no way lesser than Jaime Lannister's induction to the kingsguard. The North will always welcome warriors like you. Before you are made a lord, you have to prove your loyalty to the North. If it's agreeable, you will work for the Stark household before you are given a castle and the land around it. If it is acceptable, you will travel with us to Winterfell and pledge fealty to our house."

I completely understood it. Any sane person wouldn't just give a lordship to someone completely unknown to them. So, I nodded in agreement and was dismissed.

Lyanna swiftly walked out with Robert running after her in a bid to be forgiven for his maddened and jealous rant. As I was about to leave, Brandon said, "You are a rich man now. Had you not askrd for the boon, you could have bought a village and become its lord."

I just looked back and said, "Aye."

'Who the fuck denies free stuff and instead wants to buy the exact same thing?! I get to be a lord, have a castle of my own, have land for free and keep my winnings from this tourney. I'm not a retard!'

I quickly walked out to celebrate with the locals while the highborn had their own feast.

At the tavern, amongst the music and merriment, I climbed onto a table and yelled to everyone, "Everyone's first three flagons of ale are on me!"

"Yeaaaahhh!!!" x numerous.

Donald, Blorgen, Eric, Baron and even Joe, who hated Donald as his rival.. everyone joined in to singing and dancing.

I did not know how much I drank. We raised the town up and lost ourselves in the festivities.

I remembered putting my penis into someone. It was most definitely a woman because of the lack of cock and balls. I didn't remember the face, but, we clearly enjoyed rutting each other's brains out.

I remembered breaking the bed beneath us and her taking me deep inside her, to her core and upto my hilt as she rode me like I was a horse. I definitely did not bugger her, but, we did suck each other's jin pickled tongues raw.

It was an unforgettable night.

(ACJTF)

The knight of the laughing tree made 'his' appearance on the day after I won the melee. Aerys was present and so was Rhaegar.

'She really is a fighter.' I thought as I watched Lyanna unhorse her opponent. Her small body truely was packed with strength.

Aerys' face looked like he'd run from an asylum hidden deep in the mountains. His disheveled and unwashed hair and dirty, overgrown nails alomg with yellowing and decaying teeth made him look worse than a homeless man in Skidrow.

'Holy shit... Rhaella is being raped everyday by this disgusting piece of rotten dung! No wonder she died... He's probably given her a number of diseases.'

Rhaegar was sitting beside the Hand and the men of the council. He looked the exact opposite of his father. Clean, flowing hair and neat hands with teeth white as pearls.

'He... looks normal. Regal even.'

His eyes scanned the crowd and stayed on me for a moment before they moved on.

'He's looking for the possible identity of the knight. Aerys is already telling everyone around him that the knight is his enemy.'

When Lyanna left the jousting field after unhorsing her targets, I saw Raegar say something to one of his men. The man then quickly left along with some of his subordinates.

'I see. Rhaegar knew.'

(Lyanna's POV)

Howland Reed had found himself bullied by three squires, none older than fifteen-years-old. He was a grown man, but, the boys were all larger than him in size. His only offensive weapon, a three-pronged spear, was easily snatched away by his opponents. He was then thrown into the ground.

His assailants repeatedly mocked him, shoved him, and kicked him. Lyanna, who saw all of that, shouted indignantly that Howland was her father's bannerman. She beat off his attackers with a tourney sword, scattering them away.

The crannogman was wounded and Lyanna took him back to her tent. She cleaned his wounds and bound them with linen, then introduced the guest to her brothers. That evening, Lyanna persuaded the crannogman to attend the feast marking the start of the tournament.

She insisted that he was highborn and had as much right to attend as anyone. The she wolf was not easy to refuse. Benjen found a suitable garb for the man. Within Harrenhal, he ate and drank with the Starks.

Still during the feast, both the crannogman and Lyanna recognized the three bullying squires. One served a knight of house Haigh, one served a knight of house Blount, and the last boy served a knight of house Frey. She pointed them out to her brothers.

Benjen offered to find the crannogman a horse and armor in order to avenge himself. He failed to reply, torn with indecision. His pride demanded vengeance, but he was afraid of losing and making a fool of himself, bringing shame to his people in the process. He was no knight and was not used to horses and lances.

Robert's drinking, Rhaegar's sorrowful song, Benjen's teasing and finally, Howland's indecision was finally too much for Lyanna and she left the feast.

Out on the streets, people were lost in their merriment. She saw Allan among them, laughing and singing and drinking as he celebrated his victory.

He eyes lingered on the crowd and then she shook her head.

On the next day, she arrived at the jousts wearing an armour and a lance in her hand. If Howland was not going to avenge himself, then, she will do it for him.

She fought against the knights and even won against them, but, the king thought of her presence to be against his rule. Lyanna did not want any trouble with the king and his family, so, she quickly rode away from the grounds.

She was making her way through the trees just in case someone was following her. She was making her way to a secluded area to discard her armour when suddenly, something grabbed her and pulled her up.

Lyanna instinctively tried to scream, but, her mouth was already covered by a calloused hand. She struggled against the person holding her in panic when she heard a whisper, "Shhh... Don't worry, lady Stark. It's me, Allan. Do not make any noise. There are people folkowing you on the orders of that flowery inbred prince."

He slowly removed his hand from her mouth and she saw four men quietly trailing her horse. Lyanna frowned in anger and annoyance before she looked at Allan and whispered while grinding her teeth, "I'm 'not' a lady!"

(ACJTF)

A/N: Help me with the world selection. I want to know worlds with power scaling stronger than Harry Potter world. Whatever comes to your mind and as many as you can state.