We Bleed Silver(GOT/ASOIAF Fanfic)

Valar hurried to the railing as the two arenas simultaneously determined their victors. Lord Artis Royce was decisively unseated by the Silver Crown Knight, who then swiftly disarmed the mysterious knight in close combat. The Silver Crown Knight hastily removed his helmet, revealing his silver hair and handsome young face, raising his hand in surrender.

The duel between the White Knight and the Blood Oath Brothers was more brutal. Aslan fought like a furious lion, knocking Ser Criston down with a heavy strike. Seizing the opportunity while the White Knight Captain was dazed, Aslan repeatedly struck the captain's head with his shield, knocking him unconscious.

Valar could clearly hear Prince Daemon's loud laughter echoing through the arena after he had just defeated Ser Arryk, followed by the black face of Queen Alicent in the stands, seemingly ready to squeeze water from her expression. Then, his own sour face—though he'd won, most of his earnings had already been lost.

At least he kept his initial stake. He should've known better than to bet on his younger brother.

"Lord Artis is a brave man," King Viserys said with a smile, taking a cup of sweet wine from the servant's tray and addressing Lady Janie. "The Vale truly has many talented individuals."

"Your Majesty, Lord Artis is the nephew of Lady Rhea," Lady Jeyne replied, watching Lord Artis ride toward Prince Daemon. "He likely seeks to avenge her."

Viserys awkwardly finished his drink, fully aware of the case Lady Jeyne referred to. When he was younger, Daemon had married the heir of Runestone, Rhea Royce, but Daemon despised his wife, even calling her a "bronze whore." During his exile, Daemon preferred fighting on the Stepstones rather than fulfilling his duties as a husband.

Rhea, a woman of strong will, also despised Daemon, sneering at their failed marriage. Tragically, she fell from her horse while hunting, and after nine painful days bedridden, she tried to rise, only to fall once again, this time fatally.

Upon hearing of his wife's death, Daemon rushed back to the Vale to claim her castle, but Artis Royce and the elderly Gonsor Royce drove the rogue prince out. Lady Jeyne openly declared, "The Vale does not welcome you."

Thus, Lady Jeyne wasted no time in placing a gold bag into the hands of the bookmaker, "I bet on Artis to win."

"I'll match that bet," Alicent, her face dark, added, tossing another gold bag into the pot, ignoring the King's disapproving glance. The nobles around them began placing their bets, though the hosts remained uninvolved.

Because the hosts were busy dealing with the children.

"Rey, speak up," Valar said with a smile, stepping in front of Rey, who had just climbed up from the field, his face covered in dust. Rey now faced the equally smiling Draezell.

"Well…" Rey quickly came up with an excuse. "We can't just let someone else take the Valyrian steel sword we went through so much trouble to bring back from such a dangerous place, right, brother?"

"That's not a valid reason, little brother. You think with Hoffa and Aslan around, this sword would be so easy to let slip away?" Draezell's smile remained, but his face was now inches from his brother's. "Explain why you didn't tell us before going out there. Don't worry, I understand the impulse to vent."

"Uh…" Rey lowered his head a little. "Sorry, brother, I won't do it again."

"Your apology's acceptable," Draezell said, ruffling his brother's hair. "The family bloodline is precious. Rey, you're a dragonrider, and without a dragon, a dragonrider is vulnerable. Do you remember how the Dragon Kings, killed by the Free Cities centuries ago, perished?"

"I... I haven't forgotten," Rey mumbled, his head down, speaking softly. "King Hagon Thraxon, the dragon king of Lys, was killed at a feast by a prostitute, his dragon outside the palace. After he died, his dragon flew erratically, and in the end, it crashed into the sea, drowning. King Rhaegar was killed by a spear from one of his former opponents after winning sixty matches in the arena. His young and agile dragon was shot dead by arrows once it lost its rider. After escaping the Doom of Valyria, Queen Varyna of Qohor was poisoned, and her dragon was slain by well-trained soldiers."

"Remember, always ensure your safety before acting," Draezell said quietly. "This time, I could ensure your safety, but what about next time?"

"I understand, brother."

"So, what should your punishment be? My little brother."

"I'll clean the dragonpit for a month," Rey said, still with his head down.

"Now, that's more like it." Draezell rubbed his brother's hair before standing up, noticing Princess Rhaenys approaching with a glass of wine in her hand.

"Cousin, Rey is very brave," Rhaenys said, leaning on the railing with her cup. "I haven't seen such a thrilling match in a long time." She smiled at Rey. "To accomplish this at his age, both Rey and Aemond deserve praise."

She glanced down at Artis, who was locked in a fierce battle with Daemon. "It's a pity, though. Our young bronze-Lord, though brave, has never been to the battlefield. He's a child raised in summer, never having tasted blood and smoke. How could he truly defeat an enemy who's drunk blood?"

"Looks like cousin Daemon is about to win," Draezell said, watching the field below. Artis was slashing madly at Daemon's shield, while Daemon's every strike landed firmly and accurately on the bronze armor of the young Lord, who soon had blood on his lips.

"Too bad," Rhaenys said with some regret, watching the match. "No one will get to enjoy the brand new Valyrian steel sword."

"My husband told me to pass along that Baela and Rhaena miss little Jece and little luke, and they'd love to invite you to visit High Tide when you have the time."

"My family once traded with the Lords of the Tides," Draezell said with a smile. "I'll make sure to visit."

Rhaenys smiled, raised her glass in a gesture, then turned and returned to the bustling crowd of nobles.

Daemon soon knocked out the enraged Lord Artis, but he too was sadly defeated by Aslan.

The final duel was set to take place between Aslan and Hoffa.

This intense match lasted a total of seventeen rounds, with twelve spears broken in the process. Eventually, both sides agreed to settle it with a ground fight.

Hoffa's spear skills prevailed, and when the black-haired, golden-eyed youth secured the crown of Queen Diana, symbolizing love and beauty, the crowd erupted in cheers.

"Prince, I like this boy," shouted Borros Baratheon, rushing to the front row. "Prince, I have four daughters. Would you consider letting this boy marry one of them?"

"You should ask Hoffa himself," Draezell replied with a smile.

Lord Jason stood on the railing and called out to Hoffa, "Ser, if you agree to sell that great sword to the Lannister family, you may choose from my daughter, land, or gold!"

But Hoffa only bowed respectfully to Draezell and Diana, and after receiving a nod from Draezell, he quietly stepped aside. Despite many girls throwing their handkerchiefs at him, he didn't glance at any of them.

"My annoying older brother is always like this," Adams Lawgiver muttered as he rolled his eyes, speaking to Lynn beside him.

"Hoffa is diligent," Lynn remarked. "That's his strength and his weakness. Adams, why don't you marry first? With Hoffa's stubborn nature, I fear that house Lawkeeper may not last long once it gains its reputation."

"Spare me, spare me. Oh, right, the team tournament is about to start. Watch yourselves."

"Don't worry," Lynn signaled to his team members. Seven of them simultaneously drew their weapons and slowly entered the arena.

Meanwhile, the archery competition was also underway, with a mysterious short knight appearing at the archery field.

"Let the match begin!"

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