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PAIRING: Egg x femReader ( dunk sister ) x slight Lyonel Baratheon WORDCOUNT: 1500 words TAGS / WARNINGS: #InnocentRomance #Targaryen #DunkAndEgg #LoveTriangle #Angst #Jealousy #Tourney #Commoner #Fanfic #TimidReader SUMMARY: Ten-year-old Egg never expected to be fascinated by his mentor Dunk’s sister, around fourteen. At the Ashford tournament, she offers a flower to Lord Lyonel Baratheon, surprising everyone. Egg feels an intense, innocent jealousy while Dunk reminds him, sarcastically, that he’s far too young to approach his sister.

The sun bathed the Ashford plains in golden light, banners fluttering in the breeze and the arena sand glowing warmly. The roar of the crowd mixed with the stamping of hooves and the clash of lances. Egg, barely ten, watched with wide eyes, awe and unease twisting inside him.

His attention, however, was not on the jousting knights. She was there, standing among the spectators : Dunk’s sister, shy yet radiant, holding a small basket of flowers for the tournament. Every smile she threw toward a knight made Egg’s chest tighten in a way he hadn’t expected.

Suddenly, Lord Lyonel Baratheon appeared, confident and flamboyant, drawing all eyes. Whispers ran through the crowd when he approached Dunk’s sister, a girl from the common folk. No one expected a renowned knight to request her as his “queen of love and beauty” for the tournament.

Blushing, she held out a flower delicately. “For your success, my lord…”

Lyonel accepted it with a charming smile. “Thank you… you have excellent taste.” He placed a small flower crown upon her head, and the spectators murmured in surprise. Egg felt a pang of jealousy.

“Why her…” he muttered under his breath, clenching his small fists.

Dunk, standing beside him, shot a sarcastic glance. “Egg, you’re far too young to make even the tiniest approach toward my sister, you know…”

Egg turned red and looked away. “I… I didn’t mean to…”

“Hmph,” Duncan continued with a smirk. “Just so we’re clear, your age and status as an errand boy don’t exactly help your case, young prince.” He had no idea that Egg was a Targaryen.

Egg’s heart sank again as he watched his sister laugh at Lyonel’s extravagant jokes. Yet when she turned to him with a shy smile and whispered, “You’ll be just as good as him someday, Egg, if you keep training…” a spark of hope lit inside him.

The jousts began, and Egg followed every move with intensity. He mimicked the knights’ gestures in his mind, repeating stances and attacks, all while sneaking glances at his sister. Seeing how Lyonel admired her made a small burn of jealousy twist his stomach.

During the pause, Dunk’s sister approached him with a gentle smile. “You’re watching Lyonel too much…” she said lightly, with a small laugh. “You’ll do great if you keep practicing.”

Egg blushed. “I… I just… I wish she’d look at me like that…”

She tilted her head, amused but serious. “Maybe one day… but for now, focus on what you can learn.”

The final joust approached. Lyonel mounted his horse and presented himself before the arena, ready to face his opponent. Dunk’s sister stepped forward, offering the flower and crown for him to wear as his “queen of love and beauty.” The crowd gasped never had a high-born knight turned to a commoner for this honor.

Egg felt a pang of jealousy, wanting to protect her, wanting her attention for himself. But he was young, and she didn’t know the depth of his feelings.

After the tournament, as the crowd began to disperse, Egg timidly approached her. “You… you’re really beautiful…” he whispered.

She looked up, startled by his words. “Thank you… I… I didn’t know…” She glanced away, unaware of the effect she had on him.

Dunk stepped over, resting a hand on Egg’s shoulder, smirking. “See, young prince? Far too young to get close to my sister. Better stick to training… or dreaming a little less.”

Egg lowered his gaze, a mix of shame and frustration. Yet he couldn’t stop smiling inwardly just a small smile from her, a few kind words, made his day shine.

Night fell over Ashford. Torches lit the tents, and the last of the spectators drifted away. Egg stayed near his sister, quietly admiring her gentle beauty, while Lyonel, pleased with the flower and crown, thanked her with a charming nod.

Egg knew he could never rival an experienced knight. But he also knew that one day, he might become worthy of her admiration and perhaps, secretly, her smile.

Under the starlit Ashford sky, he made a silent vow: to hold this small secret close, to keep his innocent jealousy, and to treasure his quiet admiration for her forever.