𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 ─ THE HANDS TOURNEY
❝ i'll 𝐜𝐮𝐭 your little 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 cause you 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐲 ❞

KINGS LANDING WAS hot as always the day of the tourney. They were getting ready for it to start.

Lord Baelish approached, but Visenya just continued to glare daggers at the mountain who was getting ready for the joust.

 The mountain was in it, and anybody and everybody knew that she was saying silent prayers for his death.

Let it be today or tomorrow she wanted him dead.

If she were lucky she would be the one to cause it. She would practice extra hard just in case she would meet him face to face in a battle.

She wore a black dress with deep red designs on it. She wore a dragon pendant on her right shoulder. It was a gift that was given when she visited Leon two days prior. She was sitting next to Septa Mordane and the girls. Arya was holding to her hand Sansa was on the other side of her talking to Mordane and Lord Stark was joining later.

Once they finally did the final preparations were being done. The late Jon Arryn's squire was up fighting the mountain.

She was praying that the mountain would fall from his horse, maybe she could go up and get out her dagger that was hidden in her skirts. and slit his throat. It was a kind thought that was in her mind.

She was picturing different ways to kill the man. The King's voice bringing her back to reality. "I've been sitting here for days! Start the damn joust before I piss myself!" Though she hated the King for killing her father he could put on a show with that dirty mouth of his. The queen looked annoyed, and got up and left.

The men bowed before the King causing him to grow more annoyed. "Yes, yes. Enough of the bloody pomp. Have at it!" And finally, the joust finally started. 

The old squire on one side the mountain in the other. They sat on there horses lances in hand. They started to ride towards each other. The crowd started cheering, and as they finally collided, to her disappointment, the mountains lance hit the man in the neck, leaving a large splinter being left in it. The crowd gasped at it, Sansa looked scared. And Arya on her other side looked shocked but not scared of the blood the man was gurgling.

She had her fair share of seeing blood, that of her own. She wasn't scared but like Arya, shocked that the man died and was not injured like in most tournaments that she has witnessed when she was young with her family. People began to pick up the body, carrying it over to a tent that the Silent Sisters were in.

After long minutes of cleaning up, to which Arya grew bored of and left to go to her 'dancing' lessons, the two new contestants began to get ready.

One was the Knight of Flowers, Ser Loras, the son of Mace Tyrell. And the other... Visenya looked to the other side, a sneer growing on her face. The other was the Mountain yet again. The man who was said to have raped her mother and murdered both her and her baby brother.

Lord Stark finally appeared, walking over to sit next to his daughter, looking around, noticing his youngest one was missing.

"Where's Arya?" Ned asked the two girls.

"At her dancing lessons." Sansa answered bluntly.

Just then after bowing to the king and his family, the Tyrell man road up towards where Visenya sat, causing her to look away from the Mountain and towards him, watching as he handed her a light pink rose. It was a kind gesture, a combination of the pink dahlia flowers she adored and the Tyrell house sigil.

"A gift for you, Sunbringer." The man smiled at her and bowed his head as he spoke, to which she smiled back, reaching out to accept his gift.

"Thank you, Ser Loras." She heard Lord Baelish speak behind her and saw Loras look at someone the same direction, before riding to his position.

She crossed her fingers watching as the men started to prepare standing across from each other on different sides of the fence. She noticed the Mountain's horse was acting up, moving wildly as some people tried to calm it. She smiled slightly, predicting most likely his horse would make him loose. Ned, who also took notice of the horse acting up, like many other people, noticed the girl's smile and looked over. She caught his stare and her smile faded.

Ned knew the girl had every right to pray for the mans downfall, every right to want him dead dead, but he didn't want her revenge to blind her. He  had watched how the girl used to practice back at Winterfell, saying that she was picturing the dummy she was hitting to be the Mountain, going so far as to behead it.

She looked back at the two men as they took off towards each other. They started getting closer and closer, until finally they collided to which Loras knocked the man off the wild horse with a blow to the chest. The silver haired girl stood up and started to clap, cheering loudly for the Tyrell man, who bowed, basking in his victory.

The Mountain got up angrily and reached out for his sword. Her claps died off with everyone else's as his squire ran to him, and hastily put the sword in his hands. The man unsheathed it and moved for his horse, lifting the blade over his head and brought it down in one swoop cutting the horse's head off.

The Mountain began moving for the Flower, knocking him off his horse. He began to swing for the man as he panicky crawled away from him.

She jumped from her seat, rushing over to the Hound who was also walking over, taking out the Hounds sword from its sheath.

"Visenya!" Lord Stark yelled, standing up, watching as the girl stole the mans sword.

The Hound turned towards her, reaching to grab her, but was too slow as the girl rushed over to the Mountain and Ser Loras.

She let out a grunt and held up the blade, a sudden look of fear appearing in her eyes as the Mountain slammed his bloody sword into hers. She knew the Mountain wouldn't be as easy as the dummies back in Winterfell, as he was far larger than them, and the armor on him added some weight, but that made him slower, which could also help make her quicker.

Visenya let out a cry as she held up the sword with all her strength, feeling the Mountain press his down harder with all of his. She slightly turned her head and saw that Loras had moved from below them, and she quickly moved to the side, out of the way of the sword, before letting the sword fall, the Mountains sword hitting down heavy into the ground.

The crowd began to gasp as they watched on, watching as Visenya quickly moved to dodge each attack, sometimes lifting the sword to block his blows. She noticed him slowing down.

She quickly moved behind him and pulled out her dagger slicing his calf. The knight gave a quiet cry, but continued fighting, swinging his sword around in her direction, causing her to quickly duck, moving back.

Visenya continued to side step his blows until they both reached the stairs that went up to the king and as she ducked down to miss another blow, the king finally called out for them to stop. "Stop this madness in the name of your King!" Visenya ducked down, and as she did, the sword swung by her head, nearly slicing through the top of it by an inch.

The Mountain stormed off in a silent rage, and handed his squire the bloody sword.

Visenya panted and stood back up, slightly shaking as the hound walked over to her, snatching his sword from her hand.

"Stupid girl." He grumbled, though he looked more impressed than angry.

 A shocked Ser Loras moved over to her. "You saved my life, my Lady." He said as she whipped her dagger off and put it back in its sheath, giving the man a tired, yet proud smile. He grabbed her hand and lifted her arm up, causing the crowd to break into cheers.