*BOOM*
*BOOM*
Daemon and Lyanna's fists clashed together as they fought each other in the woods outside of Harrenhal, Lysa sat nearby on a blanket with a picnic basket next to her as she watched them spar with a smile on her face. The last few days as the royal procession got settled Lyanna had dragged Daemon out to train just like they did in the old days, Lysa was happy to sit and watch them as she followed a meditation technique that Daemon had given her.
Lyanna ducked below one of Daemon's swings before pushing aura into her legs and tackling him to the ground, they rolled around in the grass until Daemon pinned her arms to each side. He looked down at her with a smirk since he could see her face start to heat up "You've gotten strong over the years, you should be proud of yourself you could probably fight and win against a Kingsguard" he said to her making her face heat up more profusely.
Daemon leaned in closer "I've missed you Lyanna" he whispered to her as he leant down and pressed his lips against hers, she moaned she leant up into his kiss closing her eyes and letting his tongue enter her mouth, this was the person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. But as she had those thoughts flashes of an annoying, loud stag flashed into her mind and she detached her lips from his own "Is something wrong Lyanna?" Daemon asked as he sat next to her, she sighed and sat up as well leaning into his shoulder "I have been betrothed..." she simply stated and it was as if the entire forest went silent, Lyanna felt her heart start to quicken as she waited for Daemon to respond.
She felt relieved when she felt Daemon lean down and kiss her forehead "This seems to have plagued your mind for a long time, while let it plague you no longer, I will beat them in a duel and you will become mine once more" he reassured
Lyanna looked up at Daemon with a smirk "But I haven't told you who it is, mayhaps he is strong" she said with a raised eyebrow. Daemon looked at her and smiled making her heart skip a beat "It doesn't matter who they are... I'm the strongest" he simply said and Lyanna couldn't help but be comforted by how confident Daemon was. She wrapped her arms around him and pushed him down to the floor making him chuckle, she placed her head on his chest and they just lay there, a few moments later a head of auburn hair flashed in their vision and Lysa lay next to them as well "I hope you didn't forget about me Daemon" she said with amusement in her voice.
Daemon wrapped his arm around Lysa just like he did Lyanna "Of course not, how could I forget my beautiful betrothed" he said as he pulled her close.
"So when are we going to meet the other women in your life" Lysa asked teasingly, making Daemon groan and Lyanna giggle "Hopefully not too soon, I shudder to think what might happen to me once you all meet" he replied, both girls laughed as they hugged Daemon closer "Daemon..." Lyanna said quietly.
"Yes?" He replied softly
"How is this all going to end..." she asked though Daemon wasn't entirely sure by what she meant "What do you mean?" He asked with confusion evident in his voice.
Lyanna pushed herself up from his chest and looked at him "I just don't know how we can all live together happily without others trying to get in the way" she said with concern
Daemon ran his hand through her hair "Don't worry about such things Lya everything is going according to plan, and if it doesn't then I'll just have to kill anyone who gets in our way" he said with a small grin.
Lyanna raised an eyebrow at him "Anyone? You're saying you could even kill the King or Arthur Dayne" she asked disbelievingly.
Daemon just smiled and winked at her before dragging her back down to lie on his chest, they would be expected to come back soon so he wanted to enjoy his time with them as much as possible.
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Lyanna walked back to the Stark camp with Lysa by her side, they had stayed together ever since they reunited and found that even though they were so different they truly were good friends "What do you think he has planned" Lyanna asked curiously as she walked slowly through the field of tents, Lysa shrugged her shoulders "I couldn't say but I know Daemon has never been one to brag"
Lyanna nodded in agreement "I suppose so..." she said thoughtfully as she walked with her head in the clouds. Though she was quickly snapped out of her daze when she heard loud obnoxious laughing coming from the centre of their camp, Lyanna couldn't help but growl as his aura started to leak out of her. Lysa grabbed her arm "Lya stay calm, Daemon said it wouldn't be happening remember?" she said trying to calm her friend down. Lyanna nodded and her aura went back into her body, as they walked past another set of tents she saw the cause of her anger.
Robert Baratheon stood in the middle of camp with her brothers Ned and Brandon, they were all drinking while Robert and Brandon joked and laughed, Ned was content to stand there quietly and watch the others with a small smile on his face. Though she was mad at her brother for suggesting the betrothal in the first place she was glad to see him again 'They must've just arrived' she thought to herself.
Ned looked over and saw Lyanna and smiled, he set his cup done on the ground before standing up and walking over to her "Sister!" He said as he embraced her in a tight hug "It's good to see you" Lyanna reciprocated and wrapped her arms around him, the reassurance Daemon gave her allowed her anger at her brother to cool down "I'm glad to see you too Ned, it's been too long" she said before detaching herself from the hug.
"This is my close friend Lysa Tully, she's the sister of Catelyn" Lyanna said as she introduced her. Ned nodded though he made no move to do anything else "It's good to meet you my Lady" Ned said with a hint of nervousness in his voice.
Lysa smiled at him "Please call me Lysa, our houses shall soon be joined making us family" she said which Ned nodded.
"AHHHH THERE SHE IS!!!" Robert boomed out behind them as he tossed his cup behind him and stomped over towards them, Lyanna had to try hard to cover the scowl that threatened to appear on her face, she could already smell the alcohol on his breath even though he was a dozen passes away. She very much wanted to leave and ignore the man but she knew her father would put up a fuss about it "Lord Baratheon, I see that you are well" That was the nicest thing she could bring herself to say and even that was said through gritted teeth.
"HAHHAHA, Of course, I am well!!!! Look at these!!!" He said as he lifted his large tree trunk of an arm and flexed, the man was well muscled Lyanna would admit but she had no taste for the overly muscular men. Daemon was tall and muscular but it seemed much more compact and tight, rather than the huge amount of muscle Robert appeared to have. Lyanna gave Robert a polite smile as he flexed for her "It is good to see my betrothed is well! Brandon here was telling me how you were fawning over all the wedding dresses that were presented to you, but worry not winter rose I shall like them all!!!" He boomed out with a wide smile on his face, behind him Lyanna could Brandon could be seen laughing and almost toppling over making her silently curse at him "I just came to ask whether you'd all be taking part in the tournament" she asked.
Ned shook his head "You know his father is, he doesn't want us showing off in some stupid tournament, says that keeping your abilities close to hand can mean the difference between life and death" he explained though Lyanna could tell he wasn't pleased about it "It's completely unfair, I've been training for years and could best all these pompous southern knights" Brandon chimed in as he walked towards them stumbling slightly.
Lyanna rolled her eyes "I'm not even allowed to sign up for the Melee, so save your whining for someone else" she said as she crossed her arms, Robert boomed out a laugh at her words while Brandon sulked "Is Daemon at least competing, he never fails to impress" Brandon asked.
Robert turned to Brandon with a dumbfounded look "Daemon? Who's this Daemon?" He asked out with a rumbling voice. Brandon chuckled "Mayhaps you know him by the name of Lord Silver" he replied which gave Robert a look of realisation "AHAH That pompous Lord is joining the Grand Melee, he'll get crushed by the opponents there" Robert boomed out making Lyanna clench her fists easy to sock the stag lord right in his face.
Brandon however shook his head "I wouldn't discount him so easily Robert when I first met him he was an absolute monster, he'd only been using Aura for a few months and he defeated a fully-fledged Knight" Brandon said in defence of Daemon, Robert raised his eyebrow at Brandon unsure of whether to believe such words "Indeed, my betrothed plans to join the Grand Melee, mayhaps you might cross blades with him Lord Baratheon" Lysa stated with a cordial smile.
Robert looked excited for a moment but then scowled "Old Jon has told me it wouldn't be proper for a Lord Paramount to engage in the Grand Melee, seeing as I don't have an heir of my own it could be dangerous... absolute horse shit I say!!!" He booms out as he kicks a chair across the grass. Ned just smiles helplessly as he pats his friend on the back "I have to admit I'm interested in how strong Lord Silver will be" Ned said.
Brandon laughed and put his arm around his younger brother "I'm sure you won't be disappointed" he said with a grin.
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(2 days later)
It was the day of the Grand Melee, one of the most anticipated events of the entire tourney, while the joust is usually more popular than a regular melee it doesn't compare to seeing a field full of aura users fighting each other, and unlike normal melee rules, there are no qualms about killing your opponent if they do not surrender. Daemon was having breakfast with Elia and Rhaegar as he normally did, though ever since Rhaenys was born there had been a cold stale atmosphere between the husband and wife, one that Daemon did not feel entirely comfortable in. It didn't help that Daemon suspected that Elia was in love with him, and he had to admit that he had some feelings as well for the Dornish Princess but Rhaegar was a good friend so he could never betray him like that "Daemon I hear you'll be participating in the melee" Rhaegar said as he looked up from the book he had at the table, Rhaegar never usually ate much and only did when he had to, Daemon suspected he could put anything in front of his friend and Rhaegar wouldn't be able to tell the difference.
"I am" Daemon replied as he took a sip from his cup, he was curious as to why Rhaegar wanted to talk about this, in the entire time they'd known each other he'd never participated in a melee mostly sticking to jousts which he was good at "Arthur will be joining the Grand Melee, I believe a show for the lords is in order, while they may have lost faith in my father they can regain it through my champion and therefore me" Rhaegar explained.
Daemon put his cup down and looked at him "What are you asking of me Rhaegar?" He said bluntly.
"Arthur is better than you when it comes to most things, Swordsmanship, Aura amount, Aura ability, however, you've proven yourself quite tenacious and powerful yourself. I don't want to take any risks so make sure you don't take Arthur out of the melee help him if given the opportunity" Rhaegar replied before looking back down at his book still picking at his food.
Daemon looked at Rhaegar incredulously "Rhaegar this is a test of skill, a battle to prove supremacy and I will not cheapen it by helping Arthur win, if he has the strength to win then he will prevail himself" Daemon said with a slight hint of anger in his voice. Even Elia could not believe what her husband was saying, he'd never asked someone to do such a dishonourable thing before, at least to her knowledge.
Rhaegar looked at Daemon with an emotionless face "Daemon... Would you ple-"
"Prince Rhaegar! I'm sorry to disturb you but Daemon needs to get ready for the Grand Melee, it begins very soon" Ser Barristan said as he entered the room. Daemon nodded and stood up from his seat "Thank you Ser Barristan, Rhaegar... Elia..." he said as he nodded goodbye to them and followed Ser Barristan out of the room.
The two men walked down the corridors of the guest quarters in Harrenhal "Are you ready lad?" Barristan said as he turned to Daemon.
Daemon faced him and smirked, "Are you worried that someone so young will show you up, old man?" Barristan let out a hearty laugh and shoved him playfully "Well you'll see this old man still has a few tricks" he said as they left the castle and headed towards the field where the Grand Melee would take place.
(AN: Damn so Arthur and Daemon are going to fight, I wonder who will win. I mean you may think it's obvious but I'm known to subvert expectations. Remember when I killed Velea? I mean different fic but still…)
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