This Coddington is not Arkansas, nor is there a maid named Lewinsky, but Griffin's Roost Earl from Stormlands.
He has no biological brothers, but he regards Prince of Dragonstone, Crown Prince Rhaegar as his brothers and those worthy of following.
Among Rhaegar·Targaryen's many supporters, he is one of the prince's most famous close friends.
The track venue has been dyed warm golden by the afternoon sun.
Griffin's Roost Earl wears a complex scarlet armor. The breastplate and shoulder armor are made into the shape of a ferocious griffin. A Red-haired looks like a ball of burning flames.
This Earl has a resolute expression on his face and is extremely clean shaven. Left Hand holds up his gryphon shield and Right Hand holds the reins of the horse racing horse.
When he looked up at the highest point of the viewing platform, a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he thought silently in his heart:
This victory will be dedicated to you.
The sound of Horn pierced the sky, reminding that the next game was about to begin, and the shouts rolled across the field again.
Jon·Coddington from Griffin's Roost took a deep breath, reached out and took off the eagle-headed helmet hanging next to the saddle, handed it to Squire on the side, and let it slowly fasten on his head.
The chestnut war horse under his crotch snorted and tapped the ground with his hooves, as if he could feel his master's excitement.
The red-armored knight adjusted his sitting posture and moved his gaze to the direction of his opponent at the other end of the track.
At the entrance to the arena there, there was suddenly a sound of intensive horse hooves.
The impressive momentum attracted the surrounding audience to look at it, and then they burst into exclamations.
I saw a knight riding on a pure black divine horse and galloping into the arena. This knight was wearing a terrifying armor that had never been seen before, which was completely different from the contemporary mainstream smooth plate armor style:
The overall body is mainly dark black, and the surface of the armor is covered with complex lines and sharp protrusions, as if they were scales peeled off directly from the demon Seven Hells. Every detail seems to demonstrate its evil and power.
The helmet looks like an evil spirit, with weird lines and angles and a mask full of fangs. Only a pair of eyes behind the gold-patterned observation holes are exposed, giving people a strong visual impact.
Black armor is integrated with the dark horse, and there is a sense of oppression when walking. The eyes inside and outside the stadium are instantly attracted by this "moving shadow". Even Red-haired's Jon Earl subconsciously grasps the shield, and a trace of solemnity flashes in his eyes.
The opponent won three out of three battles, and all opponents were defeated by him without exception.
Earl of Starpike--Titus·Peake.
A new name that is quite unfamiliar in the martial arts arena. It is said that this is his first official competition and he has already become a dark horse.
A genius boy?
Jon·Coddington shook his head and threw the distracting thoughts out of his mind.
He will definitely win this game!
Everyone on the court is not like Griffin's Roost Earl, who knows his opponents well.
The Black armor knight seemed to be oblivious to the exclamations and stares around him. The dark horse ran calmly towards the stands where a group of unmarried Maidens were.
Among them was a girl wearing a lavender dress, who was looking at him with wide eyes, her face full of surprise.
Black Knight rode his horse and walked directly under the stand. He raised his hand and raised his lance in front of him. His voice came out through the gap in the helmet, with the coldness of metal but also the softness of ambiguity:
"Miss Ashara·Dayne, who is as moving as the starry night, can you give me your token?"
Discussions came from the stands, and the white cheeks of Miss Ashara, who was being stared at by various eyes, turned red instantly. She subconsciously clutched the Star Pendant under her neck, which was her favorite accessory.
The knight in the audience grabbed the buckle on the side of the helmet with one hand, exerted force with his fingertips, and with a soft "click" sound, he lifted up the iron helmet that looked like the head of an evil spirit, revealing the true appearance underneath.
The sun fell on the knight's face, outlining a clear outline.
There was a brief silence in the stands. Even the Maidens who had been chirping and talking had forgotten their words. Their faces gradually showed shame. A few bold ladies stared directly at the knight's face.
Titus has deep eyebrows and a pair of indigo eyes like gems soaked in a clear spring. At this moment, he is gazing at Ashara on the stage with a smile to himself.
There was no trace of pre-match nervousness in his nonchalant look, and there was even a bit of laziness in his appearance, as if he was not here to participate in a fiercely competitive lance duel, but instead to attend a leisurely afternoon tea party.
He casually hung the helmet next to the saddle, and his half-length black hair was gently blown by the wind, revealing his smooth forehead. Without the obstruction of the helmet, his facial features could be seen more clearly.
The straight bridge of the nose, slightly raised thin lips, and sharp jawline clearly have a handsome face that can make Maiden's heart beat, but it forms a wonderful contrast with the ferocious and crazy Warrior armor on his body. It not only reveals the dignity of the young Earl, but also hides a cold aura that matches the armor.
"Miss Ashara, it takes a lot of energy for me to raise a gun with one hand like this. If you are not willing to give me a token, then I can only turn around and vent my anger on my opponent."
He touched the black horse's mane with his hand and said with a smile.
Ashara, whose heartbeat was racing, tried to calm himself down as much as possible. Under the gaze of everyone, he gently untied the necklace around his neck, raised his hand and placed it on the top of the rifle.
The silver necklace slowly slid down the smooth barrel of the gun, and finally landed firmly on Black Knight's open palm.
After that dance, Ashara did not respond to Titus's private invitation. Now that he has given the token in person, he has obviously made up his mind.
Titus holds the necklace tightly, puts its star pendant to his mouth and kisses it gently.
Ashara blushed again, and the Maidens around her also sighed in envy.
After tying the necklace to the corner of the saddle, Black Knight's smile did not diminish, he put on his helmet again, nodded slightly towards Ashara's position, turned the horse's head, and walked back to his own end of the track, without looking at anyone else the whole time.
A series of sighs and whispers came from several other stands at the same time, which were the reluctance and cries of the aristocratic children who also admired Ashara·Dayne.
In the stands next to the viewing platform, Eddard·Stark sitting in the Lang family camp also looked disappointed...
After Titus was in position, he exuded the aura that he was sure to win and was bound to win.
This lance duel, from this moment on, is destined to have more signs of "fighting for love".
Only Earl of Starpike's right-hand man Captain Parker is still shaking his head and sighing.
He doesn't understand or understand why adults always like to pick up ladies from Dorne's rival family to flirt with.
Is this more exciting?
The captain of the guard was worried about his Earl.
Putting aside Captain Parker's confusion, according to the information they received, Titus's opponent this time was a proud, brave, passionate and hungry person.
The opponent's name is not small, and he has won many battles in previous martial arts tournaments with outstanding records. He is a powerful enemy on the way forward for Titus.
He was originally wearing a sultry red armor, but at this time, his limelight was completely suppressed by the appearance of his competitors.
After the referee gave the order, Red-haired Earl shouted "Long live the gryphon" and began to charge forward impatiently.
Round one.
The two men refused to give in to each other. They both bypassed the shields with their lances and stabbed each other in the chest, knocking out a large piece of debris.
Titus rode to the end of the track, and while letting Bowen clean it up, he raised his visor and breathed slightly. "The force of his shots is really amazing and powerful! It's very enjoyable!"
With a smile on his face, he was not worried about the outcome of the duel. Instead, he felt sincerely happy that he had met a good opponent.
"But it's not perfect yet."
Bowen, who was watching other people's games, carried forward Westeros's "keyboard warrior" qualities and shared everything he observed from his perspective responsibly.
"Jon Earl seems eager for success and wants a quick victory... He is too eager and aims too high."
"Since he is eager to get things done, we can take advantage of it." Titus put down his visor and responded with a smile.
His judgment is similar to Bowen.
Just now, Red-haired's red-armored Jon Earl seemed to want to hit his visor and kill himself all at once.
However this is not possible.
One fight and you can find out the details of the opponent.
Titus is already thinking about his opponents in the next round...
Red and white griffon: