They had been traveling for days to the Ashford Tourney.

A gust of wind lifted the black silk of the banner's pennant atop a tall pole, and the ferocious three-headed dragon of his House seemed to spread its wings, breathing scarlet fire.

Knights from the Kingsguard accompanied them and every now and then Aerion looked at his sister, checking to see if she was still there.

He looked around for any peasant boy he saw to order his horse to be guarded, but it didn't take long until...