The Black Lion: Game Of Thrones Fanfic

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…Moment's Prior

(General Pov)

A couple moments before the duel began, the knights around the area began to size up the two squires, both wearing armor but with only one equipped with a shield—an act that seemed foolish to many, but for those who were aware, this was but a statement.

"It seems that the boy is bold, huh Ser Barristan? Not arming himself with a shield." King Robert said to his King's guard.

"It appears so your grace," He replied but quickly followed, "But he is trained by Ser Jamie, so the boy is skilled, and I can attest to that." Ser Barristan finished.

"Let's see if it will come to kick him in the arse then, hahaha ha!" Robert finished with a laugh.

While this was going on, however, Cersei was staring at Robert with concealed contempt. She was aware that the boy was skilled with the sword, a trait he takes from her brother, but she was confident in her cousin's ability.

'After Lancel wins I'll have his head!' She said internally, smiling at the thought.

On the right of the queen would have been her children currently voicing their inputs on the duel that was about to happen.

"Cousin Daemon is going to win isn't he?" Tommen asked his sister, "That shouldn't be a discussion, brother. He was trained by Ser Jamie!" Myrcella responded.

"Cousin Lancel is a squire to father. It would be an insult if he loses—although the bastard is quite adept with the sword." Joffrey said, which would have caused Tommen and Myrcella to look at him and then at each other.

It was unusual to see Joffrey, of all people, compliment someone much less Daemon, but it is to be expected they were all aware of Daemon's talent and skill.

"Anyway, shut up; it's about to start," Joffrey said, silencing the two. Even though he hates Daemon; he, like his father, King Robert, loves seeing combat.

The duel would start with everyone in the yard watching the two soon-to-be Knights squared off in the middle with the clash of steel reverberating throughout the yard.

(After The Duel)

"I yield…" Lancel muttered.

The words were heard by everyone in the yard, some with shock on their face and some with excitement or anger. Daemon, however—was just staring at the defeated squire with a smirk before stepping back and sheathing his sword.

"Now you know," he said, which was picked up on by Lancel, who knew what he meant; his reputation for the time being was tarnished—stained by being defeated by him in front of those in court or in high standing.

Daemon knew this as well—his control of the duel was exemplary, as he basically dictated the pace of the spar while also showing off his swordsmanship which was fluid and precise, an unnatural skill that no squire possessed at his age.

Turning his body to the crowd, he sees his father and his uncle showing him a thumbs up, Myrcella and Tommen cheering for him, and the occasional nod of respect by the Lannister soldiers who were watching.

Seeing the respect and hearing the cheers, he momentarily remembered why he was doing this while he was lost in the dance of steel—to enhance his worth in the eyes of others but, more importantly, enhance his worth to himself!

"Ha, Quiet!" King Robert said, quieting the crowd. "What a splendid duel it did remind me of when I was younger, fostering at the Vale sparring with the squires something..but more importantly," Robert continued stopping his rant about the old days when he used to foster with Jon Arryn at the Vale.

"Daemon Waters, with your victory over Lancel Lannister, the situation with you both has been absolved, and that's my verdict, the King's verdict." He announced staring at his wife for a second before removing it.

"Keep on training and doing your duty, boy," Robert said before getting up and leaving to go back to the keep, not sparing his squire a glance.

Daemon nodded and moved to leave the yard, and in the corner of his eye, he saw Lancel moving to get up. He scoffed before leaving the area, not giving a shit about him as he disrespected him and his parents.

'Serve him right." Daemon muttered leaving the yard.

As the black-haired boy left the yard, seemingly a chain effect followed as everyone began to leave the area, all muttering and talking about the son of Jamie Lannister, but Daemon ignored them—it wasn't about comparisons at this point. It was about how he would distinguish himself and create a legacy for himself.

While he was walking, Daemon saw that Tyrion and his father were awaiting him, smiles and smirks on their faces, with Tyrion opening up the conversation.

"And here he is—how does it feel, nephew, to best Lancel in the eyes of everyone in the Red Keep?" Tyrion said, "I won't lie, it feels good, but it's Lancel…he's not that good, so it isn't anything to brag about." Daemon said keeping his cool.

"Still, it's something to celebrate. Now, remember not to strike any lords, as I don't think the king will allow you to duel them. Don't make this a habit, Daemon," Jamie remarked before patting his head and ruffling his hair. "Still—I'm happy you're fine," Jamie said warmly.

"So how about we celebrate this occasion mhm?" Tyrion stated, causing Daemon to roll his eyes and Jamie to smirk, "I'm not going to any brothel's uncle." Daemon said shutting down that idea. "Then let's drink to it- and yes, Daemon, it's about time you drink your first cup." Tyrion followed up.

"Father.." Daemon said, looking for Jamie to help him, but unfortunately, "He is right, you know, at least give it a taste before you shut it down." Daemon looked at them and sighed…he wasn't getting out of this one.

"Fine, can I go now?" He asked. "Actually you forgot that you're my squire? My armor needs polishing, and my sword cleaned while also-" Jamie started to list his squire duties, causing Daemon to stare blankly at him, which caused Tyrion to start chuckling.

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…Chapter Ends