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CHAPTER 96
287 AC
The melee had ended with my victory, and I was now kneeling before the king, awaiting my reward. Tourney's peak was the melee, and many southern knights did not enter the melee. A tourney without jousting in the eyes of many was not a true tourney, and upon learning that the tourney was also open to commoners, almost no important knight attended. That's what the southern knights, who were walking around like a peacock, don't understand. When a tourney was held in the north, it was not done for grandeur. It was done to raise morale and provide entertainment for everyone—pompous idiots.
The king and Lord Stark slowly approached me.
"That was a good fight; I enjoyed every bit of it. First is your reward from your lord."
Lord Stark stepped forward while handing me the pouch, he said.
"You deserve this 1000 gold dragon award as the winner of the melee, and I congratulate you for the courage and talent you have shown at this age."
This time, the king stepped forward, put his hand on Lord Stark's shoulder, and asked.
"How old is this knight? Everyone is shocked by this win."
Lord Stark said
"The time has come to take off your helmet, Aermir Drasil, and my king. He is not a knight yet, and he is 13 name-day old."
When I took off my helmet and looked at the king, he was surprised and said.
"You are just a boy!"
Sir Selmy approached the king and said.
"I've heard of this young man's name, rumors say he killed thousands of bandits, and they say the old gods send him to protect the north and call him The Bane. even if most of is smoke, it is a fact he saved many people from bandits."
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God, I hate that nickname, and it is so cringy. The king turned to Lord Stark and said.
"There is no way for him to be 13. Look at him; he is young but can be lower than 18."
While smiling, lord Stark said
"He grew up in the keep right in front of me. Even then, sometimes, I’m having a hard time believing that, but he is definitely 13."
The king held his bulging belly and started laughing.
"We cannot let someone this talented be a squire anymore. Bring me my sword; I will knight him right here."
"My king, could I say something?"
"Go ahead."
"My king, it would be such an honor for me to be knighted by you if you weren't a believer of the seven. The seven cannot anoint a northern knight, which would insult my ancestors."
Jaime Lannister steps in and grabs his sword.
"Boy, do you hear what comes out of your mouth? I think you forgot whom you were talking to? That is why we do not knight the commoners in the south."
"HAHAHAH!! Step aside, Kingslayer. The day I would need your help against a boy would be the day of Sun coming up from the wrong side. Go stand there and look pretty."
The king turns to me and signals me to get up.
"I like you, kid. You have guts, but I don't care about any of the seven shits."
"My king, as I said, if I’m knighted by the protector of the faith. In the north, it will turn me into an outsider."
He took a big gulp from his goblet and said.
"I really don't understand the fuss about the seven and the old gods. You should be honored I’m offering to knight you?"
"I’m my king, but I can't afford to accept it. I cannot accept to be the knight of the seven that burned our weirwood trees."
He took another big gulp from the wine and said,
"Those things happened long before you were even born. Why do you care?"
Will you shut up already, you big piece of bacon? When is this side of pork going to leave? I can't allow you to shit on years of work by turning me into a Southern knight.
"My king, I might not be born, but North remembers. We never forget. Please bestow this honor on to someone more deserving."
"If you are that adamant about your belief. Ned, you knight him. You won't have a problem with that, right?"
"I will be honored by your boundless generosity, my king."
"If you want us to knight him, we should go to the Godswood."
"Why is that?"
"When we knight someone, if possible, we always do it in front of a weirwood tree, which is the tradition."
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Almost all the Stark knights were here, the king and kingsguard standing on the sidelines, watching curiously. First, the knights lined up in two and took a step to the side, forming a corridor in the middle. I slowly started walking towards the weirwood tree using this corridor.
As I passed by, they brought their swords over their hearts to greet me. I came to the front of the Weirwood tree, knelt down, took off my helmet, and placed it right in front of me. The other knights lined up behind me like a crescent. Lord Stark came and stood beside me.
"The reason we are gathered here today is to witness the knighthood of Aermir Drasil. Aermir Drasil, son of Beron by Lagertha, are you ready to give your vow?"
"Aye."
"All knight brothers, are you ready to witness this young man's oath?"
they all said in unison, slamming their swords on their chests.
"Aye!"
"Now Aermir Drasil, Old Gods listens to you."
I started to repeat after Lord Stark,
"I will face the evil with watchful eyes."
"I will give no quarter to the evil."
"I will be brave and upright, so old gods may guide me."
"I will speak true even in the face of death."
"I will be a shield that covers the helpless."
"I will be a sword through the heart of wickedness."
After that, Lord Stark raises his sword and puts it on my shoulders.
"Now arise a knight… the green knight, the old gods welcome you."
with this, I was a knight, and North was my home. Now the next step was to be a noble and get some land. To do this, I needed to become a hero in the upcoming war.