Game of Thrones: Dance of the Dragons

Darren, Duke Tully, and all the nobles present, big and small, were staring at Duncan with an ungrateful look.

Throughout the history of the Seven Kingdoms, there have been numerous instances of commoners being knighted, most of whom displayed bravery or had saved their lords' lives.

On the other hand, besides his thick skin, what else about Duncan is praiseworthy?

"Duncan, let bygones be bygones. I can forgive and forget what happened today," Oscar said first.

He never imagined that the so-called talent he had his eye on would be so audacious.

"Young master, I did not mean to offend you."

"I was able to participate in the tournament entirely thanks to Prince Beile's patronage."

"I hope to win his attention through my own strength! To fight for Prince Baelor and become the sharpest sword in his hand!"

After saying that, Duncan immediately dismounted from his brown horse and knelt down in front of Baylor.

"If this matter has caused you any distress, Prince Bellor, I am willing to accept death and any punishment!"

"I only ask for your forgiveness, I only ask for your support, I only ask for your understanding."

The nobles fell silent, their gazes silently focusing on the prince, as complex as the curry on curry rice.

The dukes of Westeros appear to be loyal to House Targaryen, but in reality, their loyalty is limited to the Riverlands, the Vale, House Stark, and Baratheon, who is not yet replaced.

The rest were either watching the show or like circus spectators, waiting for the main character to make a fool of himself.

"Brother, we can't agree to that."

"There was coercion in Duncan's words, and those nobles are always watching us make a fool of ourselves," Daren said in Valyrian.

"But if we don't agree, what will the commoners outside think? And what will the nobles present think?"

"They couldn't wait for Prince Beile to slip up sooner, so that the beloved crown prince would become a rotten egg for the people to talk about at will."

During Helena's time traveling with Beller on the continent of Westernes, in addition to the main defensive work, she also had the task of collecting information and public opinion from the people.

The common people and vagrants did not care who the ruler of the dynasty was; they only recognized whoever fed them and gave them work as their lord.

In contrast, the nobles of Westeros have always maintained a respectful distance from the Targaryens, fearing that one day the dragons will be angered and punish them.

Just as the two were discussing this, Baylor suddenly stood up.

"As a knight, I see no reason to refuse a challenger's request."

"Keep it up, kid."

After saying that, Baylor patted Oscar, who looked surprised, and said, "You'd better do your best. If you really lose the game, don't even think about coming to the Free Trade City with me."

Oscar smiled helplessly.

He knew that Baelor wanted to win back the hearts of the people with his own actions, and also to show all the nobles and commoners watching the battle the tolerance and benevolence of the Targaryen family.

"Actually, Your Highness, your requirements don't have to be so strict. I don't think I will lose to Duncan."

"Don't forget, I started following my father and grandfather when I was six years old. Not to mention participating in major wars, in terms of combat experience among my peers, few can compare to me."

Oscar then walked slowly from the spectator stand to the changing room and put on his gear.

"Go and give him two iron spears. The martial arts tournament always emphasizes fairness, and I don't want to bully a child."

The servants dared not say a word and immediately handed two eight-meter-long iron spears to Duncan.

Duncan did not refuse. Instead, he thanked Oscar sincerely, put on his gear, and rode his brown horse.

"The two opposing sides, Sir Oscar Tully."

"And, of course, tall Duncan!"

At the referee's command, the two immediately went into combat mode, raised their spears, and aimed at each other.

"The match begins!"

Oscar and Duncan charged forward on their horses, and with his extensive combat experience, Oscar nearly knocked Duncan off his horse in the first round.

Fortunately, despite his height, Duncan was very agile and managed to get back on his horse from behind.

"As expected of the future Duke, Sir Oscar is truly remarkable!"

"I am deeply honored to compete against a master like you!"

Duncan was genuinely thrilled to go from an ordinary commoner to an opponent who could face off against the Duke's grandson. This honor filled him with immense joy!

Thank you, great Prince Beller.

Duncan took a deep breath, gripped the reins tightly, and launched his second charge.

As a result, needless to say, he lost to the experienced Sir Oscar.

However, Duncan did not regret it; in fact, he felt he had never felt so happy as he did today.

Even after he tumbled off his horse in a sorry state, he could still hear the cheers of the people, the surprised discussions of the nobles, and the applause.

Oscar helped Duncan up. "Duncan, you are brave. You deserve the title of Knight."

"Thank you, but I only wish to fulfill my promise to Prince Beller and hope to compete with him and receive his investiture."

As he spoke, Duncan limped to the front of the viewing platform, wiped the dirt off his face, and solemnly knelt before Baylor.

"Prince Baelor, I have heard bards sing of your deeds since I was very young, and I am honored to stand before you today."

"I hope that, in the presence of all the nobles, I can gain your approval and receive your investiture!"

This time, Baylor gave his approval, slowly walking down the stairs to stand before Duncan, who was covered in mud.

Then, he drew his sword, placed it on Duncan's right shoulder, and spoke, word by word:

"In the name of warriors, I demand courage from you."

"In the name of the Father, I ask you to be just."

"In the name of the Virgin Mary, I beg you to protect all the weak and innocent."

"Stand up, Duncan the Tall, Knight of the Seven Kingdoms."

Duncan looked up at the figure he deeply admired, even felt was unattainable, Prince Baelor Targaryen.

He really did stand before himself, drew his sword, and was knighted by the Seven Kingdoms for being a commoner of such low birth.

"Please allow me, as a knight, to stay by your side."

"I will serve you! I will fight for you! I will give my life for you!"

Baylor patted him on the shoulder. "I need good men, I need a commander who can charge into battle for me without fear."

"Sir Duncan, you will be the sharpest sword in my hand."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire crowd cheered and all the nobles stood up and applauded.

Prince Baelor Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone, heir to the Iron Throne, proved to the people of all the Seven Kingdoms how magnanimous the Targaryen royal family is!