POV: Ashara Dayne(currently 16 years old)
Ashara was sitting in the box, eyes transfixed on the two white haired archers currently competing for the top spot. There were other archers still in play but these two were the obvious best candidates. They were skilled in the bow, much more so than the others. Everyone knew that Rhaegar was beautiful and she couldn't deny it but the other man, he was ethereal. Rhaegar was tall and had shoulder length platinum hair, framing his purple eyes but the other contestant had hair of pure, snow-like white, reaching down to his chest. His skin was pale but not sickly, more as if he had been shaped out of snow and ice. With each time he pulled his bowstring, his muscles flexed and, even in the hot summer sun, there was not a bead of sweat on his brow. He was taller than Rhaegar, way taller, almost two meters and exuded power, as if he was born something greater.
Besides her, Cersei Lannister, daughter of the king of the hand, seemed to have similar thoughts, switching between the two to stare at. The girl was much too young for either right then but still, her mind played tricks on her, or so Ashara thought.
When only two were left, everyone held their breath. These two impossibly beautiful men drew their bow string and squinted their eyes. It was unbelievably long before they finally let loose. The arrows whistled through the air.
Ashara closed her eyes, unsure of who she was rooting for, when there was a gasp from besides her. Gingerly, she opened her eyes. The man in white and blue clothes' arrow was sunken into the target whilst the dragon prince's had missed the target by but an inch.
The prince took his competitors arm and held it up into the sky, his voice booming, "your champion!"
"Rhaegar actually lost?", Tywin Lannister muttered.
"Who is he, papa?" Asked Cersei as the man presented the crown of flowers to the queen.
Tywin shuffled through the papers of the participants and their descriptions, "Sigmund Schneehaupt, a man from Essos, only recently came to Westeros, not much known of him besides that. Valyrian descended, obviously"
Ashara's gaze met the retreating Essosi's back. How mysterious…
POV: Sigmund Schneehaupt
Sigmund collected his winnings, 10 thousand gold dragons, which he carried for a few streets before arriving in an alley and putting the money in his bag, leaving the crate lying in the alley.
He walked towards the street of steel and walked into the best looking smith's shop.
"Ah, hello, milord, how may I assist you today?" The fat smith asked.
"I need an armor, nothing too bulky, decorated in white and blue and with this symbol, if not too cumbersome, good man", he showed him the Schneehaupt clan insignia on his robes.
"Can do, normally a set of armor costs 3 golden dragons but with the added colouration and insignia, it'll cost ya' 4"
"Two now and two upon completion, I assume?"
"Aye"
He handed him two golden dragons from his bag and stood there, to be measured for the armor. The blacksmith smiled, "I have an armor almost your exact size, just need to hammer it down a bit, include your symbol and dye it. I presume you need it for the tourney? Normally, it would take me 3 days to make but if you pay one more gold dragon, I'll work through the night and have it done for you tomorrow before the melee"
"Fine", he hissed, "this better be some good armor. If it is not, I'll consider this here transaction theft. You know what awaits a thieves hand, do you not, good sir?"
The blacksmith rubbed his wrists, "y- yes, milord"
He left another golden dragon in the man's hand and left. He needed this armor. They couldn't see him bleed, for his blood was the same shade as his hair, Snow White. These people weren't as used to magic as his previous world had been and even there, his white blood raised eyebrows. It was a costly thing too. Weapons forged out of a ice elves blood were magical. They didn't chip, never got dull and could channel magic. Magical weapons were needed to kill almost every kind of beast made from pure magic, like this enemy to the north was. He was sure that there would be some magical blades in this world too, though he hadn't seen any thus far. Since the people here thought magic was dead, any magical blade was most surely ancient.