Red keep weeks before the hands tournament.
"All the Lords of Westeros would gather here to see your son, the little prince. No one would ever hate you if you had only girls. The throne would simply pass to Prince Tommen," Septa Mordane spoke comfortingly to Sansa. "Joffrey hates me after Horseface got involved, like she always does." "Why would you say such a thing? That business with the wolves, I've told you a hundred times they aren't pets and-" "Please shut up about it," Sansa shouted as she stormed out of the throne room.
Ned Stark was making progress regarding the movements of Lord Jon Arryn before his death. He had cornered Pycelle into giving him a book regarding the lineages of the lords of Westeros that the former Hand was reading before his death. When he confronted Pycelle about the possibility of an assassin, he firmly denied it but still gave into the possibility of poison, stating it could have been used by women, cravens, or eunuchs. His stags, however, were on Cersei Lannister; she had the most motive, and poison was also a woman's weapon. Now he just needed to know exactly why he was killed and, if possible, gather more evidence.
As he was returning to his chamber, he was met with his youngest daughter playing on the steps under the influence of her sword tutor. She seemed so excited to catch cats and balance on one foot. He wasn't certain about the Braavosi teacher, but she was certainly having fun, and she would eventually grow out of such childish ideas. Arya spoke as he sat on the steps next to her, "Now that Bran's awake, will he come live with us? He wanted to be a Kingsguard, but he can't now, can he?" "No... But he can be lord of a holdfast or raise great castles like Bran the Builder." "Can I be lord of a holdfast?" "You will marry a high lord and rule his castle, and your sons shall be knights, princes, and lords." He gave a reassuring hum, but unfortunately, he seemed to have made a mistake somewhere as his little girl denied him and ran away to catch cats.
The next day, Lord Stark walked with Baelish in the gardens. The Master of Coin immediately exposed the fact that he knew the Hand was reading the records of the lords and pointed to Lord Arryn's squire as suspicious due to his knighthood so swiftly after his master's death and dissuaded the Hand from direct inquiries due to all the informants that would no doubt watch Lord Stark should he make a move. He also provided information on an armory forge that Lord Arryn visited several times before his death. With all this in mind, he spoke, "Perhaps I was wrong in distrusting you." "Distrusting me was the wisest thing you've done since you climbed off your horse." The Master of Coin stayed to emphasize how dangerous the lies of King's Landing were.
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He did indeed send his guard captain to investigate the squire, now knight; unfortunately, southern knights seldom speak to those they deem lower than themselves, more often prancing around like roosters without any real combat. Losing patience, they moved on to the armor shop. Despite the eyes on him, the Hand didn't care if they looked. Inside, he found a large, well-built boy. When questioned, he revealed Jon Arryn's interest in his mother. He knew then, on a closer look, that this was a younger Robert, no doubt a bastard.
Tournament campsite several hours before the tournament.
"My prince, are you certain you wish to participate in such events? I've never seen you train with a weapon or even joust before. Does Britannia even hold jousts?" My maid pouted at me in the tent as the nanotechnology formed white medieval armor and black chainmail with some fantasy elements such as glowing runes and gothic designs. It had taken me quite some time to get the 3D modeling right, so I was proud of my work and eager to show off.
"Sigh, have you ever heard the saying, 'When in Rome'? We have come to Westeros on a very important diplomatic mission, and as such, one should indulge in their culture." Serra, my subordinate and friend, looked at me with disapproving eyes; ever since we started sleeping together, she has become more protective and outspoken. Not that I minded much—it's better than having a mindless doll like those harem protagonists.
We were currently in my tent, which camouflaged perfectly with the other medieval camps around us, preparing for the next event of the tournament to officially start. I had my subordinates book me a spot in the Hands tournament, mostly because despite the filth of the era, I was really excited to try out my enhancements. And as a kid, who didn't imagine themselves fighting as knights for a fair maiden? We had arrived a few days ago by puddle jumper; for those who don't know, it resembles the hard core of a toilet roll. Yeah, safe to say I had it clocked and sitting quite far away. Joking aside, it's quite a powerful little spaceship for exploring and sneaking out of the castle to avoid self-imposed work; funny how silly humans can be.