"Rey?"
Valar noticed his wife suddenly rushing to his side and whispering that Rey had gone missing. Only then did he realize someone was absent.
"Him?" Lonzell raised a brow. "He couldn't stand the boredom, so he disguised himself as a mysterious knight and entered the tourney."
"What?" Valar grew anxious and leaned close to his brother's ear. "He's only fourteen. His martial skills aren't bad, but—"
"There aren't many people here who can threaten him." Lonzell smiled. "If there were any danger, I'd have locked him in Twin Towers long ago. Relax. Let the little brother have somewhere to vent his wild side."
"You might as well have let me compete." Valar looked somewhat disappointed, but his gaze immediately drifted to the next match. "Hofa! Go!"
The golden-eyed youth Hofa faced Ser Borros of the Baratheon family.
"You're from the Stormlands?" Borros immediately noticed the expressionless boy's distinctive features: raven-black hair and golden eyes.
Hofa accepted the lance without replying. He merely gave Borros a courteous bow, lowered his visor, tucked the lance beneath his arm, and aimed it at the stag's chest.
Borros laughed loudly, lowered the visor of his antlered helmet as well, and slowly urged his warhorse forward.
Boom!
The lances shattered. A burly figure crashed to the ground.
The entire arena erupted at once, because Ser Borros was the one who had fallen. That boy from the Valaerys family had unhorsed the proud stag in a single pass? Everyone was stunned, except for the members of the Valaerys family.
The stag climbed to his feet somewhat awkwardly and strode toward his squire. "Good lad, I demand a melee!" Borros took a battle-axe from his squire and charged at Hofa, who had taken up a spear.
The long-handled battle-axe came crashing down from above, but the