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  Pessoa Thrid POV

  Westeros, 295 AC.

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  The party was routine, while everything seemed ordinary, with people preparing for the day when the man who would wiour would finally be decred. Jon was not the favorite among the people of Westeros, at least not by the majority, believing that his two fights with many rounds had given the idea that he was not very skilled.

  "Remember to bet a lot of moomorrow. After all, 20,000 gold s is such a small amount..." Jon said to one of his ministers, hoping to enrich himself a bit more with that, not that he he money, but he wao have the taste of making these nobles lose money.

  "Yes, my king. I will eo have the best profit tomorrow." The minister said, while Jon looked at the nobles dang and chatting, many of those knights who would fight tomorrow while they boasted about the possible outes they would make.

  "It seems Eldric has found love among the southerners..." Seryna said, catg Jon's attention as he watched his archer dang with the same dy.

  "I will not forbid her from entering Artica, as long as she stays there until we open our borders..." Jon said, after all, if Eldric liked to marry a southerner... it wouldn't be a problem for him.

  The baarted with excmations from Renly Baratheon saying he was excited for tomorrow and reminding of the bet he had made with Jon, after that Jouro his camp.

  "Jon, what do you pn to do with the troops ing here?" Seryna asked Jon, after all, he had already talked to her about what happened in King's Port.

  "I will be intercepting all the ravens arriving at the castles in the few days, I will finalize otiations and we will be leaving, but not as cowards... it seems that these people will have to know the sequences of fag us." Jon said, already with a pn in his mind.

  "Are you going to raid that city...?" She asked.

  "Yes... Lord Hightower is asking too mue to visit Oldtown, much more than he should, obviously he is pnning something with those maesters... But sihey wao go there, I will do it, we need books and there is an almost inexhaustible amount at that pce..." Jon ented.

  "I will go with you." She simply said as he looked at her with a serious glint.

  "No." He said dryly.

  "I won't let you get into that midst of treacherous people... I am a giant, I be quite useful." She said.

  "You carry the best of both of us in your belly, I won't let you get into this. I would never five myself if something happeo you and the baby, you will stay with the fleet, uand?" He said with a tone indig that he did not pn to have room for discussion.

  "..." Seryna looked at him, despite the gleam of relu her blue eyes, she eventually nodded.

  "Alright, but just e back alive to me and our baby." She said and he nodded, as she went to his lips. " you take care of me tonight then?" She said as she took off her dress and Jon ended up taking her as his wife like every night.

  The day was a routine one, while they spent some time there anizing things before heading to the tour, while Jon was already going with Panis mounted, arriving at the pce while he prepared for the jousts, as always he was the st.

  Loras won ohird attempt as the oppo's shield could not withstand the blow and was destroyed hitting the knight before knog him down. in the first match. After that the other knights tinued fighting one against the other.

  Everything tinued until the st ones were called, with Jon leaving the Arti podium a bit earlier aering with Panis again. When called, Jon was at the sound of the trumpets and the excited screams of the crowd.

  Today's oppo was a notable noble: Sarn Tyrell himself, the champion of melee, as a knight, he could not help but participate in the jousting tour, possibly eveing his younger brother, he walked up to the Tyrells' podium and took the favor of his fiancée.

  He finished and looked at Jon from across with a slight nod of the head, as they prepared by positioning themselves on opposite ends of the field.

  Jon adjusted his visor, his armor of Eldeal shimmering uhe sun once more. At the signal from the judge, both charged at each other, the hooves of Panis eg powerfully against the ground.

  The nces met with a crash, wood against metal, sparks flying as the forces collided. Garn, surprisingly agile, managed a solid strike on Jon's shield, but the force of the impact was insuffit to destabilize the king of Artica. Jon, in turn, aimed at Garn's shield, his blow precise and strong enough to create a visible cra the wood.

  Turning their horses, the two men prepared for a sed pass. The crowd watched, shouting and g, seeing that the two seemed to have aing and banced test.

  "I bet 50,000 gold s on my king." Suddenly from the podium, Jon's minister of trade excimed, hoping someone would join his bet too.

  The Tyrrell family looked surprised by this, while they remained silent about it, but Mace, trusting that his son would win, agreed to it before anyone could react, especially his mother before he did something foolish. "I bet 100,000 gold s!" He excimed without having the ce to see Olenna's furious look with that, while all the nobles around were surprised by this.

  "That's great, I bet then 100,000 gold s." The minister smiled.

  "We're going to win 100,000 s!" Mace said fidently.

  "Father... wasn't that a bit too much...?" Wils ented cautiously beside him.

  "Of course not! Don't you trust your brother, he will easily win this test!" Mace spoke fidently.

  "That fool will still bankrupt us before I evehis way..." Olenna muttered, but low enough for only the family to hear, after all, she couldn't simply stop this now that her son had annou loudly, it would show that the Tyrell family didn't keep their word, since reputation is even more important than 100,000 gold dragons.

  Meanwhile, another test occurred as Jon and Garn once again cshed against each other, their nces exploding on the shields as they passed by each other. Jon's armor always had an advantage for being much lighter, besides his superior strength, he found himself dealing with Garn easily, but he also did not want the fight to end too quickly.

  A third enter happened as the audience excimed with them meeting once again and a fourth happened, while they kept equal points in the test, with the Herald shouting about the test aing the audience more and more excited.

  In the fifth test something ged, this time, Jon took the initiative, adjusting his h greater precision. As they approached, he focused on the cra Garn's shield, the tip of his nce findily the ot.

  With a dull thud, Jon's nce burst through the shield, fragments of wood flying through the air. And Garn, caught by surprise by the force of the impact, struggled to maintain trol of his horse. He leaned back, unbanced, but, with certain skill, mao stay mounted.

  The audience excimed at this, while Mace frowned. "See you fool... you didn't even notice that the Arti king didn't even have difficulty in this test and was just holding back..." Olenna spoke angrily to her son. "Once again we'll lose moo the Arti king, opening our coffers..."

  Garn sighed and looked at Jon across as he prepared once again, while Jon maintained a firm stan Panis, the judge asked them to start the sixth round and a momehe horses ran, while the people were mesmerized for what would happe as the ground shook, and at the exaent, Jon pushed his h more force than he had used until then. The tip found its target, Garn saw this at the st moment aiming for some opening of Jon, he quickly tried to move the shield, but Jon was faster as he hit him on top of his shoulder, with him finally dislodging from his mount and falling heavily to the ground.

  "Victory is for Jon Artica!" The herald excimed while the crowd exploded in appuse, surprise, and admiration for Jon Artica's victory over the melee champion, who was also one of the favorites.

  Jon circled the field calmly while Garn rose, aided by his squires. Despite the fall, the young Tyrell offered a smile aowledging Jon's skill. Jon approached and dismounted from Panis, Garn raising his hand in a gesture of respect.

  "Seems I must ask... I ask for a ransom for my armor?" he said, maintaining a small smile behind his visor.

  "Of course, we talk ter, Ser Garn." Jon spoke and began to walk away shortly after.

  "Here is Lady Arya..." Renly once again handed a bag of moo Arya, who smiled as she took it. It wasn't su exorbitant amount as Mace Tyrell had bet, with him having to bow his head to his enraged mother at that moment, but still, Arya was enjoying earning money from Renly.

  The sequence of the tour again in the quarterfinals, began with Loras and a famous knight, whided up being a victory for the prince's champion after 4 rounds.

  Jon was not long in being called after that, as there were only 2 tests after Loras before he was called. He ended up fag a famous knight, who clearly wao win his armor, but revented with Jon knog him down ihird round, while the Arti minister tinued betting on Jon with many nobles and earning even more money.

  Now it was the semifinal and the people who disbelieved in Jon began to see him with different eyes, leaving the audience even more excited about the final, as everyone now expected Jon with Loras. Loras achieved his victainst a knight who came with Renly and Jon tested against a powerful knight of the reach.

  But that did not prevent Jon from knog him down in the seventh test, breaking his shield and hitting his chest, with him falling back hard against the ground. "THE ARTI KING IS IN THE FINAL!" The herald shouted as everyoood g seeing this happen.

  Jon nodded auro where his men waited to take care of Panis, as he dismounted, "Take care of him and have him ready until the match begins." Jon requested auro the podium, despite it being the final, it would still take a while, after all, these people like to glorify things and wao make the st test very iing with some theatrical piece.

  It led to the herald talking about the two men and the test even more extehan at the start of the tour, with Renly always smiling at it while Jon joined his wife, with Arya exg everything that had happened while he was away and the money she had iated.

  "Now let's wait 30 minutes before starting this powerful test!" The herald shouted as Jon and Loras each stood on their podiums, to eat some fruit and prepare for the test.

  After 20 minutes had passed, Johe podium and Loras did the same. "Good luck, Jon!" Seryna wished this to her husband.

  "Go on, Jon! Finish him!" Arya excimed.

  When the sun reached the middle of the sky, the herald made his call with pomp and circumstance. "Ladies alemen, we are moments away from the grand final of this spectacur tour! Gather to witness an epic duel betweei King, Jon, and the Galnt Loras Tyrell!"

  Loras then emerged from one side, with a rose in his mouth, dispyed his impeccable and fident posture, attrag gnces of admiration and single dies, shouting for him to ask for their favor. But as always, he rode up to the Tyrell podium, where Margaery was waiting with an embroidered handkerchief, the house symbol stamped on it. With a charming smile, he accepted her favor, carefully seg it to his armor.

  Jon, in turered the battlefield with the sound of g, went up to Seryna, who held a simir favor, a small piece of fabric adorned with the colors and the emblem of Artica. He took the fabric reverently and tied it to his arm, the couple exging an intense look of trust and love, before Jon headed to his side of the tour field.

  Jon and Loras positiohemselves. They adjusted their armors and visors, preparing for the test that would decide the champion. The trumpets sounded, and an anxious silence fell over the crowd.

  The herald then shouted, "Release the horses!" and in response, both horses' hooves resonated across the field like thunder in the moment. Jon and Loras charged towards each other, their nces pointed with precision and the initial csh was thunderous, the ons and armors g forcefully, yet her of the two yielded. They passed each other, turned, and prepared for another charge, pig up new nces from men waiting at the end of the field.

  "Get him, my king!" A royal guard spoke as he handed over the new nce.

  The audience had cpped as soon as both cshed, but fell silent a moment ter waiting for them to exge another blow to see if someone would be knocked down, but the test tinued banced, with them once again g with their nces and shields, colliding and shattering.

  The audience screamed louder than ever, as they went into the third round, the test being even more intense. "20,000 gold s? How about that?" Arya excimed to Prince Renly, who looked at her for a moment, seeing a ce to recover everything he had lost that day to the young girl.

  "Alright, Lady Arya, 20,000 gold s," he spoke with a smile while people around admired such a high bet.

  "As far as I know, your father wouldn't be proud of his daughter betting like this..." Seryna eo Arya, since Lord Stark was not a man who liked bets and would certainly disapprove of his you daughter ag this way.

  "I'm making a lot of mohat's what matters. Didn't J me here to learn about trade?" She excimed while Seryna sighed at the somewhat rebellious behavior of her sister-in-w.

  "100,000 gold s on my king, anyone wants to challenge?" A voice emerged beside them, with Jon's minister exg.

  "I bet!!!" Once again, Mace, with the uable illusion in his sons, shouted to the challenge, while his mother looked at him with a gre that could kill him by the end of the day.

  Ihird enter, they galloped towards the ter once again, Jon adjusted his nce, aiming at a specific point on Loras's armor. At the st moment, with skill, Jon slightly deviated the nce, catg Loras off guard and hitting the shield with an impact that resonated across the field, while he tried to remain firm in his saddle, leaving everyone who bet on him with their hearts skipping nervously at that moment. Although he seemed almost falling, he tinued holding firm, regaining his position.

  The fourth round was a csh, but after the third round, everyone saw that Jon did not seem shaken even once, which made the crowd start to believe that he would win this while Renly sweated cold and Arya had a mischievous smile.

  The fifth test came and once again both exploded their nces and shields having to exge them as soon as they reached the end of the field, the sixth test once again gave Jon a certain advantage while Renly had some difficulty stabilizing and didn't even mao hit Jon.

  "If he doesn't knock down Jon Artica, he's going to end up losing on points after these tests..." Olenna said with a furrowed brow.

  "I think Loras is going to lose this one..." Margaery ented with some fear, despite having eyes of admiration for Jon, and her gaze returo Seryna oher side, wanting to switch sides for a moment, after all, every woman would like to bee the queen of beauty and love in this pce.

  The seventh ah tests resulted in a teical tie while both walked to the st round, with Jon ahead due to his points gained above Loras before. Loras was breathing irregurly as he looked to the other side, while the man atop that burnt yellow horse and eldeal armor prepared for the st round.

  "I o win this now... for Renly... for my family and for my honor!" He murmured, determio witle.

  Jon picked up his new nce from an Arti man and calmly looked at his oppo across the field. "I've drawn this out long enough... it's time to end this..." Jon said while firmly positioning himself on his horse, adjusting to knock down his oppo ond for all.

  The entire audience was even more mesmerized, with no one able to breathe due to the test that would finalize the great wager and move rivers of money among the nobles, after all, it was not only the great nobles who had bet.

  The herald seemed nervous as well, trying to stay ral, despite fav Loras, the lord of his house. He turo the crowd and began to excim. "Ladies alemen, nobles of Westeros and distant nds beyond! We have reached the climax of rand tour, the moment everyone has awaited with bated breath and burnis! Prepare to witness a legendary csh, a frontation of titans that will be sung by bards fes to e! On one side, we have the indomitable Arti King, Jon, whose prowess and strength have reverberated through the jousts like the roar of an a northern wolf! And oher, the eternally galnt, the champion of mas and tours, Ser Loras Tyrell, the very essence of chivalry and gra Westeros! Both supreme warriors, both undisputed champions, now face off on our sacred field itle where everything will be decided! May the Seven guide us in this battle, may the a winds whisper their names! Now, to the sound of trumpets, the beating of drums, and the call of destiny, let the final test begin! The horses are ready, the shields raised, the nces sharpened! May the best win and glory them!" he excimed and everyone waited in the same state.

  Jon and Loras prepared themselves, their gazes fixed on each other, as sharp as a Valyrian steel sword. The fgs on their nces fluttered in the wind, each representing their house and kingdom. Then the judge finally gave the signal.

  The horses burst forth, Panis was faster than ever and everyone was surprised to see him reag Loras much quicker than the horse he was riding.

  As the distaween them lessehe tension rose. Both knights adjusted their nces, pointing them precisely. At the st sed, Jon tilted his nce slightly downward, aiming at a vulnerable point in Loras's armor that he had noticed in previous rounds.

  Loras saw this and tried to adjust his shield while maintaining his nce aimed at a more vulnerable point he believed Jon had, and a momehe impact resonated like thuhrough the arena. Loras, caught off guard while hitting Jon's shield but not peing it, felt the same with his, but the difference was that his shield had been broken at that moment while the nce tis path towards him with the force of Jon plus the speed of Panis being greater than Loras.

  The audience held their breath as Loras simply left his saddle, struggling as the nce tinued pushing him backward. But physics was relentless. With a muffled scream drowned out by the crowd, Loras was thrown to the ground, falling heavily. The silence was broken for an instant, before being repced by an explosion of accims and cheers.

  Jon pulled the reins, stopping Panis, who snorted and shook his head, equally stirred by the adrenaline of the enter. Dismounting, Jon walked over to where Loras y. Extending a hand, he helped the fallen knight to stand. Loras, regaining his breath ae the fury he felt for losing, accepted the help and stood up.

  The herald, rec from the initial shock, procimed with a loud and clear voice: "The winner of the tour, by merit and bravery, the Arti King, Jon!" The words echoed through the pce as the official victor.

  The crowd around the field buzzed with the emotions of Jon's victory. But not everyone was happy, as in the ands, a group of lords and dies versed with varied expressions of triumph and disgust:

  "I k, knew from the start that the Arti King would e out on top! He was holding back the previous day!" excimed a younger noble, clearly pleased, while ting a handful of gold s.

  Beside him, a dy with a fan, trying to hide her frustration. "And to think I bet almost everything on Loras... Oh, how could I have been so foolish?" she murmured.

  A group of nobles had a somber appearance, murmuring among themselves. "This tour has ruined me... I bet on Tyrell. Now, how am I going to expin this to my father...?"

  At the main podiums, young Stark was visibly euphoric with Jon's victory. She cpped tirelessly along with the audiend couldn't tain a victory scream.

  "I k! I knew Jon would win!" Arya excimed, turning to Seryna and the others around her with a triumphant smile. "Did you see that? He was incredible!" Arya then looked at Renly, with a somewhat challenging smile. "So, Prince Renly, it looks like I've won another 20,000 gold s, haven't I?"

  Renly, despite having lost a signifit amount of money, maintained his posure for Arya, though somewhat forced. "It will be yours as soon as you ask one of my men to take it to your camp," he said, but his face soon darkened as he remembered that he would owe vast amounts of nd to Artica at this moment.

  "It seems the Arti King is a man full of surprises," he said in the end, uo hide his furrowed brow, while Arya didn't care about that, just happy about the money woing on Jon.

  Meanwhile, the matriarch Tyrell was visibly displeased; she sighed heavily, worried about the financial repercussions and the blow to her reputation from the defeat, even though not paying what she bet would be seen as worse, still, it was a signifit money loss at this tour.

  "Of all the foolish things you've ever done in life, Mace, this was the most reckless," Olenna murmured to her son, her voice low but den with disapproval and fury. "You've not only gambled away our s but our luck with them." She might have told him to learn something from this, but the fool seemed a plete idiot, only hoping that Wils would know how to guide their house after him.

  Mace was clearly shaken, his expression switg between a fake smile for other nobles and a scowl wheurned his attention back to his mother. "Mother... I'm sorry... I thought my children would win..." he said quietly.

  As Loras left the field frustrated, Jouro Panis and mounted again, heading towards the Judge aiting with a of flowers in hand, after all, he still had to award it to someone.

  It surprised no one when he began walking towards the Arti podium and everyone expected him to give his of beauty and love to the woman he gazed at with such eyes. However, as soon as he approached and kissed his wife, he turned back to the audience.

  "My wife, Seryna Artica, will always be my queen of beauty and love, but today I io name someone different, why not my sister, who deserves something like this!" Jon excimed while pg the on the head of his stunned sister.

  "This is your punishment for betting there; our father would not approve of something like this..." Jon spoke softly while Arya finally looked at him, stunned.

  "But you...!" She didn't have time to finish as the explosive sound of appuse echoed through the venue, with Arya being decred the most beautiful woman by the tour champion. Seryna didn't mind at all and cpped for the girl.

  Arya was lost, not liking the attention at all, as she didn't enjoy being the ter of attention for dylike matters but rather for her military skills.

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