Chapter 11

Harrenhall

Lyanna Stark

The whoring oaf went to join the melee.

His eyes disgust me. The way he looks at me like I'm his property. Like I am sheep to be bought. No matter how much I plead with Father its always the same.

'Do your duty to House Stark.'

I am not against marriage. I just do not want to be far from home. From the North. I am a Stark of Winterfell melting in the south is not for me. I refuse it to be my destiny.

Especially not to this whoreson! Just yesterday I heard him fucking one of the castle maids even after his so called proclamation of love for me. For the Starks.

Ned. Dearest Ned is so blind to his friend. Accepts him with all his faults. He should know him best. He should know better than to propose a marriage between his sister and him!

There is no need for us to ally ourselves with him twice over. Ned as his best friend is already enough.Those two should go bugger themselves.

'Lya… who do you think will win? I heard this melee they will not allow use of horses only on foot.' asked Benjen as he continued stuffing his mouth with the food on his plate.

I looked at the areiving contestants. Seeing knights and lords from various great houses and minor ones. Like Bronze Yohn, Oberynn Martell, Ser Arthur Dayne and… is that… Coldsteel armor?

'Ben. The knight in black and gold armor. Is that not Coldsteel?'

Ben stopped eating and stared at the man I gestured to. With hair as white as snow and eyes so red like blood. He was conversing with the Crown Princess Elia while holding on to Princess Rhaenys while making her laugh. He soon put her down and was heading to the melee.

'How did a man in the Crownlands get our steel. Many Northern Lords haven't even gotten theirs.' I said while questioning it.

'He may not know what it is. To him it might just be lighter armor. We should ask him after the melee.' replied Benjen while contemplating because this is a very serious case. Some Lords back North might grumble because of this.Only Mikken can produce it now because according to him the original creator has left and he gave an oath not to teach another person without his permission.

Because of that the price for the armors increased instead. Lighter, Stronger and more durable Its basically the next generation of armors and Northerners got it first.

'What is his name,Ben?'

'I don't know but they seem to know him. Look how some knights are parting the way for him. Like a respected knight. They know his capabilities.We just need to ask around.'

The melee commenced but I was keeping my sights on only him. He weaved through an ambush by two knights dodging their attacks with the tourney blades . Using his footwork to push them into a corner before knocking a blade out of one's hand and in the same motion swung his blade to a few meters of the neck of the other.

He continued with his dangerous dance of terror as he took down knights one by one in a few moves each. Decimating ranks. He had already defeated about six knights.

On the field remained eight knights. Robert Baratheon,Bronze Yohn,Lyn Corbray, Arthur Dayne,Oberynn Martell,Tygett Lannister, The Blackfish and the now named by the announcer,Lucas Radahn.

All of them skilled, all of them can lay claim to being the best warriors of the realm. They picked their dance partners and engaged. No longer were there quick fights as they were all in the same skill bracket. Only the more naturally gifted will succeed.

Lord Lucas faced off against Robert with his warhammer. A deadly dance between precision and strength was made as Lord Lucas was always just a bit outside Robert's range. They clashed more and more until Robert's hammer struck his sword away from his hand.

Were it anyone else Robert would have won but alas Lord Lucas was not going down so easily. He discarded the blade and used his hand to his body to attack. Kicking Robert's knee before punching him in the face. Not giving him space to recover he delivered a knee to his stomach which caused him to keel over but he still wasn't done.

He held Robert's bent head and introduced it to his knee. This crumbled Robert and layed in flat, knocked out on the ground. He proceeded to then pick up his blade as servants picked up Robert for treatment.

'He's dangerous,Lya. One on one he will beat every knight or Lord in the North.I also remember him now. A new house in the South near Crab Isle. He is the one we bought the new glass garden from. The one that even stone can't break. A minor house but yet a wealthy one. Be careful,Lya.'

Only two remained on the field. Ser Arthur and Lord Lucas. They immediately started hacking at each other. Both dodging at weird angles and keeping out of range. Ser Arthur did not want Radahn to come too close.

Soon Radahn drew first blood with a slash across the chest but Ser Arthur bashed him with his shield to create space. They kept their deadly dance on for a good while before Ser Radahn finally defeated Ser Arthur by headbutting him before disarming him.

The crowds went wild with cheers as an underdog defeated the best swordsman in the realm. Ser Radahn helped Ser Arthur back to his feet as they spoke in harsh whispers. Ser Arthur eventually slapped Ser Radahn's hand of his shoulder before walking back to the Royal Family's tent.

'Ben! Let's go meet him.'

I quickly grabbed Ben's hand as we made way to his tent where he was with a little boy, possibly his son based on his appearance who was chattering away to him as he removed his armor.

'Aemon. We have guests.' he said while looking at me then Benjen. His eyes… I really wasn't seeing things. His pupils are red like the color of blood but his gaze was soft like Myrish lace.

'Good morn, ser. I am Lyanna of House Stark.'

'I am Benjen of House Stark.'

The little boy seemed excited for a moment before composing himself and saying,

'I am Aemon of House Radahn. Heir to The Erdtree.'

'And I am Lucas of House Radahn. Why did two little lordlings come into my humble tent?'

'My lord… we wanted to ask where you found that armor?' asked Benjen and immediately the Lord's eyes hardened and looked at Benjen quite differently.

'Hmmm… Why should I answer you,Stark?'

'Because what you are wearing is a Northern secret.'

The lord seemed to think it over before answering,

'I learnt how to make it from a fellow Westerosi apprentice in Qohor. I saved him from Slavers and it was his way repay me.'

One of our men were captured by slavers?!

'But he joined me in the golden company later. I wonder if he is still alive'

'Coldsteel is a secret of House Stark and the North. We would appreciate it if no word of it was to come out until we say so.' said Benjen with an icy tone to his voice.

The lord's neck snapped at him and he drew closer to Ben.

'Do not presume to command me, boy! I decide what to do with that information .The North won't be happy? Do I look like I care?Now fuck out off my chambers. The next time you disrespect me I'll bisect you in half! Fucking savages.' he practically growled with anger at Benjen and partly myself.

'My lord, I apologize for any slight. My dearest brother doesn't know how to speak to other lords.'

The anger was still clear in his eyes.

'Is that why he disrespected me? Even knowing I hold the North hostage with my monopoly on glass in the Seven Kingdoms.'

'Just because we are a new house… a minor one doesn't mean I would be cowed so easily.'

With that the conversation was over.I suggested we go meet Ned to help us.