Harrenhall (Brandon and Helena)
Brandon was laying on his cot, his armor and shield put away his swordbelt hanging off his armor stand and a knife within arms reach should he need it. He was exhausted and sore, he’d been jousting for the better part of five days and had been unhorsed by the prince. He could hear the cheering as Rhaegar unhorsed The Sword of the Morning and Ser Barristan Selmy, claiming the victor’s crown. Of course the prince would crown his Dornish wife Queen of Love and Beauty and the tourney would be over.
That’s when He heard the cheering pause. Not a good sign. ‘What in seven hells is going on?’ He wondered to himself as he pulled his shirt back on and grabbed his swordbelt. He reached the jousting grounds in time to see a mystery knight standing over two armored but helmetless men. They’d removed their helm, which had the crowd in an uproar once again, but all Brandon could see was their back. Then she turned around, it was the lady Helena of house Baratheon.
