A tourney meant a chance to win at gold for those who would take part in them. Even to those that don’t take part in the tourney have a chance to earn more than they could normally. So people flocked to the Tourney to have a chance at earning more.

And along with them came the unsavory people, who seek opportunity to do their crimes; thieves, robbers, rapists, murderers and many more. It would be a bad thing for things such as this to occur in a Tourney named after his Father.

So Torrhen had taken charge and announced to the Small Council that he would keep the Peace in the King’s Name. Then he took over the Gold Cloaks for the duration of the Tourney. The commander of the City Watch, Janos Slynt was not happy but what could he do when Torrhen had the backing of both the Hand and the King.

With Cleyton’s help he organized patrols so that they would patrol areas that are causing more trouble. Torrhen paid coin and sweetmeats to the orphans of King’s Landing, kids who didn’t have any adults to care for them, to bring him any information quickly that was important or of any wrongdoing that was taking place and to keep a watch for him.

First it was a small group of kids but after word spread among the Orphans, they flocked to him in droves to get their piece of pie and coin in exchange for information.

And with that information, he would send word to the goldcloaks nearest to the incident to respond.

And when one such incident was reported, Torrhen himself rode to the place where the crime had taken place.

Goldcloaks were already there when Torrhen reached the place, a tavern. The small folk had gathered around to watch and where kept back by the goldcloaks.

Cleyton who was beside him said, “Looks like they caught him red handed.” They pushed through the crowds.

The Goldcloaks were dragging a man out of the Tavern. A girl of nine and ten was sobbing, as a woman tried to calm her down outside the tavern with a captain beside her.

Torrhen dismounted his horse, gave a nod to the captain and walked to the girl.

“Hold,” he said to the Goldcloaks as they were in the process of transporting him to the dungeons under the red keep. “What is your name girl?”

“Holly… mi-lord,” the girl said sobbing. She was covered in a thin rough spun brown cloak as she shivered, her clothes under the brown cloak were torn. She had a black eye, and couldn’t open it.

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Torrhen took off his fine black cloak and covered it around her shoulders. He pointed to the man being dragged out. “Is that the man who raped you?”

She looked at the rapist, he sneered at her, and she quickly averted her eyes down. “…Yes..” She whispered.

“You bitch!” The rapist said and struggled against the guards before Cleyton gave a punch to his stomach.

“Cleyton,” Torrhen said as he walked back to his horse.

Cleyton took the rapist from the goldcloaks and made him kneel. Torrhen took Ice, the great sword from the Scabbard tied to the Horse. As he unsheathed the sword, the rapist began to beg and cry and saying that he would take the black.

The Captain protested saying something. But Torrhen couldn’t hear him with blood pulsing through him. The crowd was restless to watch a man get beheaded.

Cleyton presented the rapist’s neck to Torrhen. “Any last words?”

“I choose the black I said,” the rapist said. “I will serve in the black.”

“A choice must be given for you to choose and I have not given you that choice,” Torrhen said. He raised the valyrian great sword high in the air. Said the words. Then he bought it down, separating the head from the body in a single clean stroke. Blood sprayed and the crowd gasped.

Torrhen wiped the sword with a cloth and sheathed it and mounted the Horse. As he was leaving, the girl said, “Thank you.”

Torrhen nodded.

***

Torrhen needed armor to fight in the joust. Forty thousand golden dragons is no small amount, it would greatly help Torrhen in earning that amount when he will win the Tourney Joust. With Cleyton and Owen fighting in the Melee, one of them would get that prize of Twenty thousand gold dragons.

Torrhen had a plan to win over the Small Folk of King’s Landing. And he needed coin to pay for that plan but first he needed to be liked by them. A bit touch of theatrics in the Tourney would go a long way in getting like by them.

So he was visiting the best armorer in Kings Landing, Tobho Mott. The armorer knew who Torrhen was the moment he stepped in. He had Torrhen sit on a couch and wine was bought to him.

“What do you need my lord?” Tobho said.

“I need armor for the Joust,” Torrhen said. “The helmet shaped in the way of a Wolf’s head. I want a wolf’s head on the Cuirass. Black Armor. I mean to win the Joust so it would be best if you don’t sacrifice the strength for the design.”

“So close to the Tourney,” Tobho said. “It would cost you a fortune for it to be made now.”

“I was hoping to get it for free,” Torrhen said.

Tobho laughed.

“I have the coin to pay for it,” Torrhen said. “But if word were to get out that the Joust winner’s beautiful armor was made by Tobho Mott then they would flock to you to get theirs done here. Your business will increase.”

“And if you do not win?”

“I will pay twice the cost after the Tourney.”

The armorer thought for a moment. “Fine. Twice the cost if you lose. I will have to take your measurements. Gendry!”

Torrhen looked at the boy as he took his measurements. His appearance was strikingly similar to the King. He didn’t say anything to him.

Torrhen left the shop as he thought about Gendry. He would have to ask Cleyton to find more like him. If the rumors were true then he would surely have more than one bastard.