A day to remember

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POV of Jon Arryn, seventh moon 284 AC

As usual, Robert had little or no interest in matters of state. This was a great opportunity, but so far we have not been able to fix the sewer system. With the missing plans, it has been impossible to try to fix the problem,as first you have to map the interior, and with limited funds, no one will go in there for the pay offered and do the unpleasant work of mapping the sewer with knee-deep shit.

With each passing day, the mission is getting more and more expensive, and less and less people are offering to do it, and no doubt the smell of the city is getting steadily worse. Lord Hohenzollern's offer is generous, no doubt about it,as probably a huge sum of gold and silver must be invested for it, and maybe with unforeseen expenses,I will manage to save a lot of gold for the crown, and I will only have to silence the high septon, and considering I have enough information about the corruption of his institution, it will be very easy to make the faith say nothing.

Although it was very curious those blessings, because it changes a lot the perspective of how we should deal with the Prussians, it is difficult to know if a person is old or young just by his appearance, since Charles looked like someone in the prime of his life, and he is, because by Prussian standards we are young.

But what struck me was the resistance of the Prussians.

The Prussians' display of this ability left many of us speechless, and other nobles requested another demonstration.

And Lord Hohenzollern let one of the maidservants standing nearby cut his hand again.

Only this time the maid had to use a lot of strength and both hands on the dagger to cut the Prussian lord; apparently his skin was very tough, and even the Prussian steel had trouble dealing with the resistance of his skin.

Blood began to gush from the wound, but the Prussian lord hardly seemed to flinch. Everyone present was perplexed at such a display of endurance. The maid, trembling with fear, apologized profusely as she tried to stop the bleeding. The Prussian lord, with an enigmatic smile, simply instructed her not to worry.

In a matter of a blink of an eye, the wound on his hand was closed again, as if the damage he had just inflicted had never existed, and the Prussian lord showed this to everyone.

''Well, it looks like the winner of this tournament has been decided,'' I said, looking at the fight.

''Oh yes, Wilhelm, Jon, look, fight of giants'' said Robert, pointing out how two of the tallest fighters in the tournament were staring at each other and preparing to fight.

I got back up from my chair and went to watch.

By the horns of the helmet, it was easy to distinguish the Prussian champion Charles, who wore his plated armor with the Prussian iron cross on his chest and held his axe in his hands while watching his opponent.

Clergor Clegane, the mountain that rides, is one of Lord Tywin's rabid dogs. I have heard few things about this man, and none of them were good, but his imposing presence and the gleam of his black armor struck fear into all those present. His defiant look reflected his thirst for victory and left no doubt that he was ready for battle.

The rest of the Teutonic knights ignored Clegane and continued looking for battle, warding off anyone seeking to interfere in this duel of the giants.

Gregor had his shield and his huge sword, and it seemed that he was observing the movements of Charles, and the Teutonics did the same, analyzing each other before attacking and looking for an opening.

But living up to his reputation as a rabid dog, Gregory attacked first, trying to give Charles a high blow with his heavy sword.

Charles stepped back two paces, and Clegane's sword only passed close to his armor. Charles took his axe in his hands again and approached the mountain.

Charles made the same move as Clegane, a high blow with his axe, and Gregor raised his shield to block the air, as Charles' blow was not directed at his body but at his knee.

The blow was powerful and managed to make Gregor lose his balance momentarily. However, Clegane's strength was such that he was able to recover quickly, looking for a slash with his sword.

But again, the Teutonic knight showed surprising agility and dodged the blow with ease, jumping back and avoiding Gregor's attack.

Gregor gave several slashes but always missed, as Charles was fighting very defensively and moved quickly to dodge his attacks. Frustration was beginning to take hold of Gregor, who knew he needed to find a way to overcome Charles' defense if he was to have any chance of winning the fight.

The mountain screamed in anger and charged at Charles with all its might, but Charles once again demonstrated his amazing agility by dodging the onslaught with a nimble sideways leap. The crowd was impressed by Charles' dexterity, and the fight intensified even more.

Again, Gregory tried to tackle Charles, but this time Charles managed to hit Gregory's knee again as he dodged with another lateral move, causing the mountain to fall to the ground with a lot of dust and a deafening roar. The crowd erupted in cheers and applause as Charles stood his ground.

Charles drove his axe into the ground, pulled out his dagger, and approached the mountain that had stood quite still.

Charles had just dropped to his knees when the mountain jumped against the Prussian again, knocking him to the ground with a loud thud. The crowd held its breath as Charles and Gregor grappled with each other, trying to overpower each other. The tension in the air was palpable, and every move the two men made would determine the outcome of the battle.

Gregor tried to put his fingers in Charles' visor, but the Teutonic knight prevented him with a sudden movement and an elbow to Gregor's head, managing to unbalance him momentarily. However, Gregor did not give up and counterattacked with an accurate blow to Charles' head.

The blow was so strong that part of Charles' helmet's horn was broken. The Teutonic knight returned the blow with a fierce punch straight to Gregor's face. The impact was so forceful that it knocked Gregor back.

Charles took the opportunity to get up and quickly kneed Gregor in the face as he tried to get up from the ground. Gregor went down again, but he didn't give up and prepared for Charles' next attack.

Charles picked up Gregor's sword, grabbed it by the blade, and hit Gregor with the pommel on the helmet, breaking the visor of the mountain and exposing Gregor's face, which was bleeding a little from the lips and nose. Despite the pain and blood, Gregor stood his ground and decided to counterattack with all his might again, trying to tackle Charles.

With another knee directly to the face, the Prussian knight responded to the attack, leaving Gregor stunned and falling back to the ground.

Once again, Charles took his dagger and approached the mountain to force him to surrender, threatening to plunge it into Gregor's chest if he did not surrender immediately. However, Gregor, despite being stunned and wounded, refused to give in and decided to fight to the end.

Again, Gregor tried to insert his fingers into Charles' visor. The Teutonic knight broke the grip easily as Gregor was running out of strength, and with a powerful punch, he managed to knock him to the ground. Charles, seizing the opportunity, pounced on Gregor and began to beat him mercilessly, leaving him even more wounded and weakened.

''The idiot is determined not to give up; stop the fight or Charles will beat him to death. When adrenaline runs through Charles' blood, it is difficult to control him,'' said Lord Hohenzollern very calmly, observing the fight from his seat.

Clearly, even though Gregor was no longer defending himself, it did not stop the Teutonic knight from continuing to beat him with uncontrolled fury. The crowd began to murmur in concern for Gregor's life, while Charles continued his brutal attack, showing no sign of stopping.

Robert looked at the Prussian lord and looked back at the combat.

"ENOUGH, GREGOR CLEGANE, YOU ARE ELIMINATED," shouted Robert.

Charles had a firm grip on the mountain with his armor and stared at us.

When Lord Hohenzollern made a sign with his thumb, Charles released Gregor and turned his attention back to combat, which was still going on in some form.

Quite some time ago, the Teutonics had defeated the rest of the combatants and were waiting for Charles to finish his duel, and no one seemed to notice that since everyone was attentive to how the two giants exchanged blows between them.

Meanwhile, Robert watched the scene with fascination, unable to look away from the awesome battle unfolding in front of him. The tension in the air was palpable, and no one seemed to notice the victory that the Teutonics had already secured.

The Teutonic knights began to fight among themselves when Charles returned to take his axe. The fight did not last long since there were only a dozen knights left, and the winner, as expected, was Charles.

He left the tournament field victorious as he took off his helmet and looked at how much his armor had been damaged in the hard fights he had been through.

The prize was considerable, but as Lord Hohenzoller had agreed, Charles refused the prize, as did the second-place winner, who was another teutonic knight, giving those funds to fix the sewage system.

Almost immediately, Robert began to ask Charles questions while he wiped some of the dirt and blood from his armor and face.

The days of the feast continued to pass, and by the third day, the Prussian construction squads had arrived and set to work.

The following tournaments were no surprise as to who the winners were. In the fencing tournament, although many participated in search of the prize, the winner was none other than Lord Hohenzollern himself, who demonstrated incredible skill with his saber.

Prussian fencing was characterized by being incredibly aggressive, seeking to spill blood as quickly as possible, but Lord Hohenzollern's style was much more conservative, fighting defensively. Although his battles were longer than the rest, he ended up with an impeccable record.

Since each bout earned three points and the defeated could get two if he managed to give two cuts to his opponent, even so, Lord Hohenzollern won easily, taking advantage of the abnormal aggressiveness shown by his men with defensive movements and dodging the sword of his opponent without receiving any cuts and winning all his fights.

Although no Teutonic knight participated since they do not practice sword fencing, Charles, when he was talking to Robert, explained to him that Lord Hohenzoller practiced Spanish fencing called "destreza," which was totally defensive with a strong mathematical, philosophical, and geometrical component looking for the enemy's mistake to counterattack, something that certainly suited the Prussian lord considering how much he likes to study.

The next tournament was the Greco-Roman wrestling tournament. As the others were dominated by the Prussians, Barristan wanted to participate in this tournament as it caught his attention, only to end up biting the sand at the hands of Friedrich von Roon, who was a master in this type of wrestling. Despite his efforts, Barristan could not overcome the skill and dexterity of Friedrich von Roon, who was crowned the undisputed champion of the Greco-Roman wrestling tournament. He had defeated several Teutonic knights in the tournament and had won all the matches leading up to the final.

Then followed the multiple complaints of the lords who were seeing that the Prussians were winning everything and complained that the last tournaments the Prussians had acted in bad faith since they never gave many instructions of how the tournaments would be and that they participated with an advantage.

Although in a way they are right, the Prussians warned three days in advance, as were the rules, so little or nothing could be done, especially considering that now if the Prussians win, the crown wins.

Now we only had to wait for the last tournament, where the last two competitions will take place: the joust and the team battle.

From what I have seen, I can safely say that the winner is a Prussian. Although I would have liked my men to perform better since the vale is known for its knights, now only talk of the Prussians and their blessings makes all the lords' mouths salivate at the thought of having a member of their dynasty with a long life.

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