Chapter 5: Chapter 5
As Tyson walked into the great hall for the feast, the once lively feast went quiet as the Lords observed him, wondering what he would do next. The king shouted, "Welcome, Lord Tyson; have a seat next to my son, prince Rhaegar." Tyson nodded and saw the prince give him an easy-going smile as he sat.
As the festivities commenced, Tyson exchanged words with the prince and even joked around a bit. He spoke with the queen about different things, such as different foods, and places to visit. As Tyson spoke with the queen, he noticed the king observing them with a hint of anger. 'Don't do anything stupid' he thought, He had no problem killing the king right here and now, but he wanted a bit of time to settle in. As the king rose, the hall became silent.
"This is a glorious day for House Targaryen, and the seven kingdoms, as the appearance of this man has changed the future of my house forever." He announced it, but there was a bit of mischief in his eyes.
Ignoring the king, Tyson noticed two women sitting next to each other. The first had a small frame but was beautiful nonetheless, with a curvy body and tanned skin, wearing an orange dress that made her dark brown hair glow.
'Elia Martell' he thought. He turned to the next, and he saw one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She was paler in comparison to Elia, but had a bit of height to her with long, wavy black hair and curves in all the right places, as he admired her features.
She looked right at him, with those purple eyes. She was surprised at first and nudged Elia as they both were now looking at him.
He gave them a charming smile and a wave. They giggled a bit but returned the smile. As he continued staring at them, the king interrupted his beauty watching. "Lord Tyson, as for your reward, if it is in my power, then I shall grant it." As Tyson began to speak, the king continued, "Is what I would have said if you had not tried to seduce my wife" he spat with anger. 'I saw it coming," Tyson thought, as the queen stood up to object. "Your grace, these are false claims," she pleaded. "LIESS, there are servants and septas who saw him go into your quarters, while guards were beaten outside the halls."
Gasps could be heard all around the hall as Tyson simply looked on in boredom, as he smiled and looked towards the dornish table. He gave Elia and Ashara a wink as they simply looked surprised at his boldness. He then looked towards the queen as she tried to talk some sense into the king. 'Well, I'll figure that part out later,' he thought. "Guards, take them away!" the king shouted as guards began to swarm the high table.
Even Lord Tywin tried speaking to the king about making a mistake, but it was too late, as Tyson disappeared and reappeared in front of the king, hoisting him up in the air by the throat.
As the king's guard showed shock but quickly began to surround him with swords in hand, the king began to mutter nonsense as he turned different colors from the lack of oxygen. "Go ahead, save your king; go on," Tyson shouted. As Ser Gerold Hightower gave the command to strike, the king's guard shoved and slashed their swords.
But the sound of steel breaking and sparks were seen as the finest forged steel broke and a spark of one sword. The once chaotic hall was met with dead silence as the Lords observed what transpired here.
Tyson looked down at his torn clothes and saw bits of steel littering the floor, but one sword bounced off him with a resounding clap, and sparks flew. He looked up to see Ser Arthur slide against the floor. 'It didn't break, interesting' he thought. As dawn was still intact, it didn't affect him, but the sword didn't break either.
Tyson simply grabbed the Lord Commander and flung him into Ser Barristan and Ser Whent. "Your finest weapons cannot harm me," he said as he looked towards the king, who was grasping at his hands to let him go.
"I saved you and gave you a chance to repay me, and you attempt to chain me up very well," as he turned the king towards the crowd with his hand around the back of his neck and shouted, "It does not matter who you are." Tyson said simply, as he brought his hands to the side of the king's head and squeezed.
The king let out an ear-piercing scream of pain as he began to bleed from his eyes, and with a resounding crunch, the king's head was no more. No one spoke or moved, afraid of what might happen next. Tyson simply walked in front of the high table. "Let's have a chat, shall we" he spoke out loud for everyone to hear.
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